hey tumblr, so…today my mom scheduled an appointment with a pyschologist. i went (withmy poem book, i couldnt leave it behind) it was okay, and i’d want to go to more sessions with him, but i can’t. the reason why is because he can’t help me in any way that i can’t help myself. he’s not one who can understand me. don’t get me wrong, he was really nice, and it was okay to talk to him, but it didn’t feel right. im going to tell my mom to not schedule anymore appointments, because it would just be a waste of time. so, other than that, i finished my poem yesterday, and i promised that i would post it, but tomorrow, because i need to sleep now. good night everyone~the quiet poet
Cheesecake filled strawberries.
Really? You like strawberry cheesecake?
CHEESECAKE STRAWBERRIES, MOTHER FUCKER.
wow, that looks so delicious. i need to get that recipie
we ran out of plates
oh MY GOD
what kind of sick twisted person would actually do this?O.O
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”
The six-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
NOOOOooOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
TEAARRRSSSSS
aw heck
My eyes are stinging. You are a perfect little boy
omg, im gonna cry because of this amazing little boy:’)
Reblog this if you started worrying about your weight before you were even 16
Reblogging this to point out it’s not something that ANYone should strive for. I hope you all see that. I hope. I hope.
To all the anorexics in this world, please…don’t do this to yourself. its self-harm, and whoever caused you to be this way, don’t listen to them. just listen to your heart<3
The other night I was Skyping with one of my best friends. She lives in Holland and I live in America, so we don’t get to talk often. I trust her so much, and every time we talk I just feel so loved. She’s amazing.
I was talking to her about cutting, and started telling her about how I sometimes take pictures of my self-harm instead of writing about it, or in addition to writing about it. I don’t normally show people the pictures, but I sent her a few. She had been sharing her screen with me because I’d been watching her draw something, so I saw when she opened the files.
She opened this picture, kept it on the screen for a few seconds, closed it, and opened it again in Photoshop. I watched, confused, thinking it had been an accident.
I watched quietly while she erased every line of blood, every scar, every cut from my body. I started recording the screen without thinking- I needed to be able to watch it again. I knew I would need to feel that sense of… relief. That there was someone in my life who knew the extent of me and could still see through to something beautiful.
I wanted to share this with you because I think it’s important. If you feel anything close to how I felt when I saw this, I’m happy. Because you should know that it’s possible to be loved, underneath the pain and the scars and the blood. We are all beautiful.
You’re beautiful, and above all, you are not alone.
This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen on Tumblr. I’m crying so hard right now.
This is…absolutely beautiful! im so close to tearing up from this:’(
