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“what do you want for your birthday?”

lower college tuition. my motivation back. a normal sleep schedule. the cold embrace of death. a sense of purpose. some socks would be nice too

snailtopia

Not sure if it’s cool or gross, but you can see the lettuce going through their head

ahrtwurk-deactivated20160122

Definitely cool.

bee-d-s-m

@thetopsoftreesareturningred

#HeyyyYYYOOO

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels

Thoughts on attempting to come out to my parents

sixpenceee

Peacock with a plume that is half white.

whywidow

She wants to dance like uma thurman

rage-on-against-the-dying-light

i need 10 hours of this

hypedxp-deactivated20170823

@lxbero

mikerunnerboi

@heavyspooky-s0ul

diegobendek

kisskicker

This is how I feel when I take off my skinny jeans.

disneygoddess

ditto.

eccentric-disney

this is how it feels when i take off my bra

hellomynameisconfusion

This is how i feel when my human form is ripped to shreds only to reveal my true form of a cecaelian sea witch

cute-thangsss

Ghost Ring

Jack Skellington Ring

Spider Web Ring

Axe/Crystal Ring

literallyaflame

me: [enjoys my garbage]

some pretentious fuck: excuse me, but that thing you are enjoying has no real intellectual substance and I don’t like it and you are stupid for liking it

me: [enjoys my garbage MORE AGGRESSIVELY]

ruinedchildhood

mojitosundays

chandlerbings

lizardvangogh

have you ever not liked someone in a romantic way and everything is cool and all then they do something small like touch your shoulder or say something funny and you just kind of freeze and think

oh

oh no

arealarchaeopteryx

please don't ever think that no one cares about you

I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably haven’t had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.

We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldn’t save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could. And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMT’s, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.

I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.

I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.

I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.

I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.

Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You don’t ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.

But someone loves you.

shroom-goddess

damn….

phantomkinoc13

This made me cry

croatoan-the-line

When I was in hospital being seen to, being bandaged and sedated and surrounded by medical staff, my family was ignoring my calls, my friends hadn’t cared to check in. I felt terrified and hopeless and so very unimportant that it was taking everything it had in me to not drink the cleaning products left nearby by one of the cleaners, to make sure I finished the job properly.

There was a nurse though, who came into my room with a soft smile, who held my hand, who took away the bottles when she noticed me watching them for too long. There was a nurse that plugged in my phone to charge in case my family called back, that took away the bloody cloths the paramedics had left me with, that helped me put my hair up when it was sticking to my tear streaked face, because my arms were too sore to do it myself.

There was a nurse that saved my life twice in one night, who made me feel that I was worth being looked after, and her name was Emma and she was the most beautiful person I’ve met.

Months later, I was visiting my mother at the same hospital whilst she was incapacitated with back concerns. Whilst I sat and watched my mum sleeping, a nurse approached to check up on her. She met my gaze and she smiled immediately, face lit with recognition, and she said “oh my gosh, hey! How are you doing?”

People definitely do care about us even if we don’t think they do, and to the original poster?

Your faces are never forgotten either.

You’re more than heroes to me.

everypaneofglass

One night I was out celebrating good news in my life with some friends at a restaurant and when all my friends went off to the bar for another round and I was alone at the table, this older woman came up and sat down beside me. She smiled and even though I had no idea who she was, I smiled back and said hello.

She took a deep breath and told me that she had been a nurse on duty many times when I showed up at the emergency room bloody and angry and panicked and in desperate need of stitches for the cuts I’d inflicted on myself. She took my hands in hers and told me that even though I’d been in so much pain and I’d been so angry and combative when they were trying to patch me up, she’d always seen something in me that gave her hope that I’d make it out the other side in one piece.

She teared up a little and gave me a shaky smile when she said that every time I was fixed up and sent home yet again, she would take a moment in the hospital chapel to pray that I would make it through the night and that tomorrow would be better for me. Then she squeezed my hands and told me that she’d never been happier to see a complete stranger smiling and laughing than when she saw me with my friends. Then she apologized for intruding on our celebration and said she hoped she hadn’t brought up any bad memories.

I was dumbstruck. I didn’t remember her at all because my head was always so blurry when I was at my sickest and yet here was this person who didn’t know me as anything more than a pissed off, fucked up, perpetually bloody piece of shit “frequent flier” and who still cared more about me than some of the people I’d called friends for years. I thanked her and apologized to her for the person I had been and she just squeezed my hands again and told me that she was proud of me for not giving up.

Her name is Caroline and she’s a motherfucking hero.

charlottewinslow

headlesswarlock

“WHATS THIS? WHATS THIS?”

headlesswarlock

i wish i never made this post ill never get my dash back

keiko-evans

Yes

hallandoates1970topresent-deact

“We’re living in an era where capturing moments using our phones is more important than actually living these moments with whoever is beside us.” abloo abloo abloo bluhh blah blah bluh blah bluuuuooouuuuaaahhhhhhhhbloooooooooooooooo