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when you go trick or treating youre filling a bucket with almost all the people in your area
What happens when you let Jake, Eridan and Cronus smoke weed?
You get high hopes.
PLEASE REBLOG!!!
Two years ago, I was horribly depressed. Like, REALLY fucking bad. I was self harming, I wanted to kill myself, I didn’t want to get out of bed... I felt really useless. I decided enough was enough, so I talked to my mom about it. She agreed to take me to a therapist to help me. My first session, my therapist made me take this 0-26 test of how depressed I was. I got a score of 25. My therapist then set me up to get weekly calls from a crisis hotline to check up on me to see how I was holding up and ask me questions about my mental health. At first, it seemed like nothing was helping, but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to get better, I needed help. A few months pass, and I started feeling just a little better. I started doing things I’ve always wanted to do, but felt to shitty to actually do. Just recently, I had another call from the crisis hotline. We talked a bit, gave me a test about my depression (Like, “How often do you think about self harm? not at all, sometimes, or all the time?”) and my score was zero. They said for a week straight, I’ve had a score of zero! I went from a score of 25, to freaking zero! It happened because of me. I decided I hated being depressed, and got help. And because of that, I feel way better than I had been. Yeah, sometimes I feel down, but I always find something to make those feelings go away, like make edits, answer asks, make shitposts, ect. I’ve improved because I asked for help. Why am I posting this? Because I’m hoping someone will see this, and search for help too. Like, you may be in a worse state than I was, and feel like ending it. Don’t. I’m writing this because I want to encourage anyone who needs it to get help. Talk to someone, you can talk to me, a friend, or a family member. Please don’t give up. Get help. I’m doing this because I want to help save someone’s life.
im at walmart and this kid noticed my bendy and the ink machine shirt and my cuphead pin and we had a 5 minute conversation talking about how cool those games are as well as fnaf! it was really cool seeing his face light up as we talked about his favorite things about them
Made a moodboard for John. I hope this looks okay to you guys.
hhhhhhh have this moodboard before i go to sleep
to momentarily distract everyone from john dying heres this edited gmod photo i felt the need to make
Idk what motherfuckers voted “no”, but I WILL hunt you down for sport.
@ask-namco-high-davesprite