Quebec City, Canada
I have depression. I have had it since I was thirteen. I have tried everything to cope with it. I’ve tried pills, herbal supplements, having more caffeine, having less caffeine. I’ve tried drinking more, drinking less, smoking marijuana, and not smoking. I’ve tried eating healthy and exercising, I’ve tried sleeping more and I’ve tried meditation. I’ve tried therapy and self harm. I’ve tried making new friends and I’ve tried reconnecting with old ones. I’ve tried being alone and isolation and I’ve tried immersion and socializing. I have tried everything.
Through this I have learned a few things. I’ve learned that there is no cure for this, only learning to live with it. I’ve learned that I will most likely always have this and that the best thing to do is for me to learn how to live with it.
Recently I discovered what it was doing to those who I love. My girlfriend is amazing and unfortunately my depression has caused some serious issues in our relationship. We are trying to fix these problems but it’s going to take time, and that may cause more problems down the road. This is my fault because I put the weight of my problems on her. I wish I had never done that, because she doesn’t deserve that and I feel terrible about it.
I’m writing all this because I don’t know where else to write this. I’m not looking for attention or trying to re-blogged. I honestly couldn’t care less if anybody ever reads this. I needed to write this because I want to get better and I want a reminder that I said I would do that. I wrote this because if things get worse I want the world to know why.
I refuse to live in this state of sadness/anger/numbness any longer. I understand if those around me leave and I can’t say I blame them for leaving. I just wish I had written this sooner.
What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.
I’ve never loved a post so much in the history of tumblr
(via pussy-fuckburger)Source: katedanley
Sergeant Stubby, so named for his lack of a tail, was a stray pitbull found wandering Yale campus by some soldiers there during drill.
"He learned the bugle calls, the drills, and even a modified dog salute as he put his right paw on his right eyebrow when a salute was executed by his fellow soldiers."
He was smuggled into WW1 by a soldier, and allowed to stay when he saluted the man who would later become his commanding officer.
He was sent to the trenches where he was under constant enemy fire for over a month. He was wounded in the leg by a German hand grenade, sent to a hospital to convalesce, then returned to the front lines…
After being wounded in a gas attack, Stubby developed such a sensitivity that he would run and bark and alert the other soldiers of incoming gas attacks AND artillery attacks precious seconds before they occurred, saving countless lives. A canine early warming system.
He would go into no man’s land, find wounded men, shouting in English, And stay with them, barking, until medics arrived.
He once captured a German spy.
The spy, mapping out Allied trenches, tried to call to Stubby, but Stubby got aggressive and then chased down and attacked the spy when he attempted to flee, allowing Allied soldiers to capture him.
For this he was awarded the rank of Sergeant- the first dog to do so.
After helping the Allies retake Château-Thierry in France, Sergeant Stubby was sewn a uniform by the women of the town, on which to wear his many medals.
He went on to meet multiple Presidents, dignitaries and ambassadors and become the mascot of Georgetown University football.
There is nothing about this that is not magical.
HIS NAME IS SERGEANT STUBBY
(via chongandcheech)Source: el-fridlo
oMFG I just came downstairs and I found my sister with a lighter and I told her she can’t use fire and that it could catch the house on fire. She said that she was doing something important so I asked “what the hell is so important that you need fire for!?” and she told me with serious face ” I am using black magic to summon demons to get the mean girls at my school.” i can’t fucking breathe. I sat and watched her ritual hahahahaha shes fucking 10 years old
This should be a wake-up call to her parents.
She obviously needs help.
Her parents should to talk to her about those mean girls,
and teach her that she can’t summon demons with just candles.
You need at least a pentagram drawn in a perfect circle
with goat or lamb blood,
and a proper incantation from a book of dark magick.
This is great way to to teach your child early on
about geometry and foreign languages.
Good art lesson too. Drawing perfect circles is hard
dOES NO ONE ELSE FIND THIS EXTREMELY DISTURBING
Actually I find this girl fantastic. Ending bullying one curse at a time.
She might want to hold off on summoning demons until she’s a bit more mature but yes curse those fuckers you go, girl
Now hang on, just hang on a moment there. Let’s make one thing clear right now:
There is not a goddamned thing wrong with calling on someone bigger and stronger then you for help if need be.
If that stronger someone just happens to have tentacles and two-foot-long fangs, well, that’s more the problem of certain mean girls, I’d say.
She should call on an elder god or great old one. Yes the rituals can be costly and then there is the whole possible annihilation thing but if you are summoning why not go whole-hog I’d say.
If I were a demon I would answer this girls summoning and take those bitches down….I can’t do that but I can put in a good word for her
(via margaretmoony)Source: fandomsbecrazy