I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what’s wrong, you can’t say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize just how much is wrong.
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So I was reading up on Avengers trivia and apparently RDJ kept food hidden all over this set and they couldn’t find where it was so they just kinda let him continue doing it. So that’s his actual food he’s offering and whenever he’s eating in a scene, it’s not scripted. He was just hungry.
RDJ is a squirrel
I will never NOT reblog this
And fits nicely into my head canon that Tony is a comfort eater.
sometimes im really excited about things and i want to tell everyone but then i remember nobody cares and i just sit there like
to tell or not to tell
this is what I’m getting out of the show so far
This ad uses lenticular images so that part of the ad is only visible to people standing at 1.35m or lower, the average height of a 10 year old. When viewed by anyone above 4’5”, the image says, “Sometimes child abuse is only visible to the child suffering from it”
When viewed from a lower height, the child’s face is shown to be bruised with the message: “If someone hurts you, phone us and we will help you” with the agency’s number.
The ad is designed to empower kids, particularly if their abuser is standing right next to them.
This is my dad. He is 62. For his birthday I got him Robecca. She is his favourite and the only one that made he want one of his own. He got me my first mh for Xmas 2011 so I thought I should get him his first. He took so long reading the back I forgot to take pics of him deboxing her. My neice was eyeing her off as she doesn’t have a Robecca yet.
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!! Never too old for dolls. ;)
This is awesome!!!
from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.”
Oh my. This hit hard.
this made me so fucking sad