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thatsonofamitch:

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zipperaward:

Hi guys! I wanted to inform you about this great thing that is happening!

These smart fellows have devised a way to create cups, straws, mixers, etc that can detect common date rape drugs. This is an amazing idea and it needs funding! The campaign ends in 35 hours and they are a little short on funding. Please, signal boost this or even give a dollar if you can, it’s a great cause and something that will really change the world!

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Only 28 hours left! Check this out and spread the word!

donate or signal boost, they still have about a fifth to go!
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IF YOUDONT REBLOG YOU SUCK

Hey! This is pretty awesome, so I thought I’d share here. Even if you can’t donate, signal boosting the fuck out of this is important! 

Patricia. 

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twloha:

“No one else can play my part because I have found value in my own voice…”
See what else Joe said about his part in our Instagram post. 
Remember, just like no one else can play Joe’s part, no one else can play yours. 

twloha:

No one else can play my part because I have found value in my own voice…

See what else Joe said about his part in our Instagram post. 

Remember, just like no one else can play Joe’s part, no one else can play yours. 

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magistrasa:

hauntbear:

do people not know that u CAN apologize about saying problematic things in the past without “i,mm c ry ing rn. …..„„ pls stop snedign me hate i cri e d so mu,h tears today. ..”

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awelltraveledwoman:

karidevereaux:

…an ode to 1970s skater girls. 

this is amazing

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Day Two

I’m continuing my 5 days of 3 positive things, so here goes:

1: I got one of my text books today, just in time to read the chapter for tomorrow’s class.

2: I had lunch with an old friend today, which will hopefully lead to spending more time with said friend.

3: I had forgotten how nice it is to have so many friends on campus at once, and I’m so happy to spend time with these lovely people.

I’m not going to tag more users everyday, mainly because I’ll be posting these on mobile. If you want to do one of these, go for it. You can say you were tagged by me! I hope you all have been having positive experiences whether you’re posting about them or not.

beeslikehoney:

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aplaceforart:

today is the day. / more art here

aplaceforart:

today is the day. / more art here

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It has never been easy. When I was sixteen, I knew every potentially fatal thing in my house: Nail polish remover under the sink. Bottle of rubbing alcohol beside it. Hammer in the tool box. Forty foot bridge across the highway. Traffic outside my window.

I thought about slamming my own head against a counter until I lost feeling. I thought about punching myself in the face until I stopped breathing. I thought about running out into the street at two a.m. and waiting until a car came.

I never thought I’d make it to twenty-five. But I told myself to stay. Just for a little longer. Just to see.

So I did. I sat silent amongst my friends, searching for a way to speak. I stopped leaving my house. I swapped sleeping for staying up all night, staring at my bedroom walls. When someone came into my room to talk to me, I started crying. But I stayed. Because I thought, if I plan on dying in a few years anyway, what do I have to lose? And some days I didn’t feel like I was being swallowed whole. Some days I sat by my pool and sang until the sun set. Some days I kissed somebody on their parent’s couch and didn’t feel lonely when I got to my own bed. Some days I listened to a really great song and felt understood, if only for a second.

I stayed. And still I thought about bridges. And hammers to the head. And swallowing acetone to cleanse my insides. But slowly slowly slowly I began to understand that it was okay to cry, and shake, and feel anything but okay. I realized that there would still be days that my fist would rise to my cheek. And still, my face would sometimes resemble a bruised peach.

But now I tear up my lists of potentially ways to die before I complete them. I replace prescription: pills, rubbing alcohol, and razors with memories of the good days. Of holding your hand through the entire state of Oregon. Of running half-naked down a snowy street three New Year’s ago. Of riding go-carts in the Canadian wilderness. Of smoking cigarettes on the beach in San Francisco with someone I met six months ago. If I had left, we would not know each other.

If you feel the same way, stay. For the good days. And the sunsets. And the people out there who understand. Stay because being submerged in black water does not mean you have to drown. Stay. Just for a little longer. Just to see.

Stay | Lora Mathis 

Erase the stigma behind mental illness. Being alive isn’t easy. We all have to help each other out. Losing Robin Williams to depression was a tragedy. Reach out to those around you and always offer help. 

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