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Drawings of an army discharge
sorry my english was bad to write this
Maybe it'll be ok.
I guess it's good to not have any friends.
That way, when it gets to be too much,
No one notices when you stop coming to hang out,
Because there's nowhere to go.
No one notices when you stop answering messages and calls,
Because there's no one to talk to.
No one notices the pain in every dying breath,
Because we, as humans, are selfish, and can't see that pain, or just don't care.
Silhouette of a message
I was so hoping you messaged me and my phone glitched or i missed the notification or any other option besides the truth of you letting me go.
-if I'm honest with myself, I'm the one who needs to let you go.
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Really long but funny joke (please read and share)
(I used three friends names/ifunny usernames for it)
Falso and Impulse are working together on creating a new building. Falso, being the genius of the two, is in charge of creating the actual blueprints and getting the logistics of the building and such. Impulse, being the... less smart... *cough*... of the two, was put in charge of just simply counting the bricks to be used in building the structure.
Impulse gets right to work, wanting to really impress falso. "One brick, two, three, four..." he keeps counting as the day goes on. "Fifty six, fifty seven," however, suddenly he stops. He came across a BLUE brick. Stunned, he brings it to Falso and, sounding a bit frantic, shows her the miscolored brick. Sighing, Falso simply tells Impulse to chill out cause sure, its the wrong color, we just wont use that one.
Feeling a little better, Impulse goes back to counting bricks. "133, 134, 135..." they work in peace and quiet for awhile when Falso hears Impulse taking shaky breaths. "What is it??" "...theres another one..." "another what, impulse?." And impulse said softly, "another blue brick.."
Falso, getting annoyed at this point that Impulse is getting worked up over literally COUNTING BRICKS, takes a deep breath but still sounds stern in saying "put it aside, and keep. counting."
Impulse agrees and counts on as a plane flies overhead. "243, 244, 245..." then comes across ANOTHER blue brick. By this point, he is completely in hysterics because bricks arent supposed to be blue and he runs up to Falso, bawling his eyes out and holding out the blue brick. "YOU KNOW WHAT, IM SICK OF THIS. YES. SOME BRICKS ARE DIFFERENT COLORS BUT JUST DO YOUR DAMN JOB!" and Falso threw the brick into the distance. The end.
What, you didnt like that joke?
Fine, fine. Heres another one
So Jeremy has a friend. A best friend, really. They do everything together. They eat together, go to school together, play together, even bathe together!
His best friends name- is Quackers.
That's right, Jeremy's best friend is a duck.
One day, Jeremy races Quackers home from school and wins because, well, ducks have tiny lil legs, and when he gets home and into his room to start homework, his mom comes in. "Jeremy darlin, i gotta tell you somethin, and you're gon be real sad but I'm 'fraid its a done deal."
"What is it mama? Whats wrong?"
His mother paused. "We're moving... to Vegas."
"Thats awesome! Theres like, casinos and hot chicks there!!! And like, cool drugs!"
"Yes but theres a problem... Quackers has to stay here." Jeremy's heart dropped. Flashbacks of his whole life with his best friend danced before his eyes as tears formed and spilled.
About an hour later, Quackers finally waddled into Jeremy's room, to find him crying on his bed, blasting Adele's "Someone Like You."
"Quack What's wrong??? quack," the duck asked.
"Quackers.. we're moving to Vegas.."
"Quack, Thats awesome! Theres like, casinos and hot chicks there!! And, drugs, like, well, QUACK!!"
"Yea there's all that but there's a problem.. you can't come with us."
The boy and the duck cried together all night, blasting sad music.. "nevermind I'll find someone like youuuuuu..."
They moved the very next day. Sending their belongings in rental trucks, the family took a plane. Once at the airport, right outside the plane, Jeremy had to say his final goodbye to Quackers. "I'll never forget you, little buddy." They hugged and cried and Jeremy boarded the plane, crying his eyes out and getting similar looks as an infant on a plane would.
As they lifted off, he waved to Quackers through the window and watched as his best friend disappeared for the last time. About half an hour into the flight, while dramatically looking out the window while listening to music like he was in a music video, Jeremy sees something in the distance.
Is it? Could it be? It is!!!! QUACKERS! Jeremy smiles to the point it hurts and watches Quackers fly alongside the plane, right outside his window. Until, he falls back a little, and a little more, and is eventually just a speck in the distance, and nothing.
Jeremy, not at all to the appeal of the other passengers, cries some more and starts singing sad songs aloud between sniffs.
They eventually land and the sad boy gets off the plane, looking into the sky in memory of his best friend.
Suddenly, theres a speck.
Its getting larger, closer.
Is it??? It is!!! Quackers made it!!!
Jeremy is beyond happy and can't wait to be reuited with his best friend! Even the duck is smiling as he gets closer and closer! They're about to reunite and touch, wing to hand, when...
A blue brick falls out of the sky and kills Quackers, the end.
You were my best, and my worst mistake.
It's 4:23 on a Sunday morning and my bloodshot eyes stay glued to a screen full of souls seeking help, being the only one willing to listen.
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Some positivity on my campus
Dollhouse
How entertaining it is
To dangle my playthings
Manipulating their strings
Especially those connected to the heart
And laugh at their submission
And their obedience
And their helplessness
In my dollhouse
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🦋Butterfly Project🦋
My favorite animal is a butterfly. Why? It represents strength.
What is the butterfly project?
☆If someone wants to self harm, they draw a butterfly (or another animal if you dont like butterflies) wherever they would normally self harm, after someone who cares about them.
☆Draw as many as it takes, and other people drawing them on you or asking for one to be drawn in their name are extra special.
☆The idea is that if you self harm, it kills the butterfly, so it helps people not relapse as they have to wait until the butterfly fades naturally, by which time they likely feel better or can repeat the process.
Please spread this and save lives 🦋 ;
You try it.
Go through everything I've gone through,
And see if you can even make it to the day you'd first walk through the doors of what would be your highschool.
Hint: you won't. You'd have killed yourself long before that day ever came.
So yea, i may not have enough of a will in me to constantly go the extra mile to impress people who i consider to be phony anyway. But I'm alive, which is more than any of you would be able to say.
Day 0
I'm sorry
For a lot of things
But mainly
For believing
For just one weekend
That maybe,
maybe,
I deserved what we had.
As always, i asked too much.
-it's not your fault
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Life’s Lil Pleasures Vol. 1 & 2 by Evan Lorenzen
How lucky we are that the stars aligned in such a way that two strangers among billions lived in the same lifetime, breathed the same air, and just happened to meet, now gazing upon the same moon although miles away, when our paths might never have crossed
-i thank the wing before a hurricane
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