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If Google put the Great Pacific Garbage Patch on Google Maps, it would get a whole lot more attention.

Depression makes you feel like you’ve already died years ago but your corpse has stayed behind to drag itself around for no reason.

mymodernmet

Man Builds Custom-Made Monopoly Board to Propose to His Girlfriend

giraffepoliceforce

That man has a lot of guts, assuming anyone will still love him halfway through a game of Monopoly.

ex0skeletal

gorgonetta

[Painting of Death as a spectral nanny taking a child and infant away from their bereaved family. A detail shows the family’s house number is 1918.]

I never realized this until seeing the detail, but this painting is most likely about the flu pandemic.

nightwatch-official

it’s really interesting seeing death portrayed as a woman

lillypeppermint-blog

Especially a a nurturer rather than a destroyer

momo-de-avis

Please start crediting the artists. This is a work by Rob Harrison and it’s called Danse Macabre. He confirms it is about the spanish flu pandemic of 1918. If you check his DeviantArt account, you can see he revisited the theme.

dissociatingdumbass

The date of the Spanish Flu outbreak is the family’s door number…

outofcontextdnd

I want to try to blind them with the applesauce in my fanny pack.

the wizard, having no useful spells (via outofcontextdnd)

hypnopomicwolf

Get you a freak that

Genuinely loves and cares about you and your mental health.

localstarboy

blushbnnuy

Mom: let me see what you have!

Kid: A KNIFE!

Mom: NOOO!!!

escapingintoabook

As an introvert, the best thing is finding someone who it isn’t draining to spend time with

mj-irl

It’s interesting trying to explain to people who don’t experience social exhaustion that there are some people who are less draining than others and then their are those who are mind numbingly exhausting. All socializing is not equal

humansofnewyork

“I was on a leadership team in 5th grade. At the end of the year we were supposed to take a trip to Washington DC. We held fundraisers and everything. But when it was time to go, I didn’t have the identification papers to buy a plane ticket. So our teacher Ms. Rivera decided that we’d take a bus. Just so I could go too. That trip changed my life. It made me want to be a lawyer. And Ms. Rivera became one of the closest people in my life. She always kept in touch. She basically watched me grow up. One time in high school I got in a huge fight with my mom, and Ms. Rivera came and took me on a long car ride. I started to tell her everything. I told her about a recent break-up, and how I smoked weed, and ‘I did this,’ and ‘I did that.’ She just listened to everything. Then she started telling me about her life too. She told me that she’d been in an abusive relationship. I’d always thought her life was perfect because she was a guidance counselor. But she’d been through so much too. When it was came time to apply for college, Ms. Rivera was the one who helped me apply for DACA. She told me about the TheDream.us scholarship. I didn’t even want to apply. I was ready to give up. I’d just accepted that I’d always work in restaurants like my mom. But Ms. Rivera made me apply. She said: ‘What happened to that girl who wanted to be a lawyer?’ I learned that I got the scholarship in February. They’re paying for my entire college. Ms. Rivera was so proud of me. She kept saying: ‘I told you so.’”

humansofnewyork

“My first time was October 18th, 2013. I was a freshman in college. I was alone in my dorm room and I’d just eaten a bunch of Halloween candy. So I purged it. I felt great afterward. I thought I’d discovered a new tool. It seemed like a way to stop gaining weight. But it became very powerful, very quickly. My second time was two days later. Soon it became most meals. I became addicted to watching the numbers drop. I lost all power over it. I was dizzy and depressed all the time. I couldn’t focus in class or go out with friends. For five months, I lost all control. Then I finally got help. I started talking about it. And the more I talked about it, the more control I got back. The eating disorder lost its power when it stopped being a secret. I’m much better now, but I’ll always be recovering. A few weeks ago I had a relapse. It was the first time in months. Even though I was disappointed, I reminded myself that it wasn’t the end of the world. I haven’t lost all the progress I’ve made over the past four years. I just need to stay positive. And keep talking about it.”

officialunitedstates

reblog this if you’re my biggest fan. and I mean it. if all goes to according to plan this post should only have one note. maybe two if they like it also. just please follow the rules people. I need to find out who it is. no distractions and no joking around. if you’re confused or on the border, then it’s not you. only reblog if it’s you

officialunitedstates

okay people I don’t think you understand how this is supposed to work. this post should only have a couple notes. anyone who is “messing around” or “playing” please stop. this post is my only chance to find out who is my biggest fan and I am NOT willing to let it go to waste.

scrubsandkilos-deactivated20190

I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.