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"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
Reblog the fuck out of this please
(Reblog or you are died to me)
No brony should scroll past this.
no brony? no one who has a brother should pass this, or sister or younger cousin, or a child, or fucking god child. NO ONE SHOULD PASS THIS. My brother watches my little pony, my lil amazing principles honor roll, first younger 8 year old brother watches fucking my little fucking pony.
He tried to hide it from me and my mom and my step dad. i saw him watching it and i sat down with him and he was singing the fucking song. and i sung it with him and he noticed me and started looking guilty, i told him watch whatever you want. its for kids mathias. he said i thought it was just for girls and i said people said playing video games and comics were for boys but here i am with a batman comic in my drawer and god of war on my dresser. he said dont tell t (our step dad) and i said mathias its just a show. he said i but i dont want him to know, he’ll think im gay. and i said mathias just because you like a show that seems more for girls doesnt mean youre going to be gay and plus youre 8 dont think about that and he said what am i then if he finds out and i said theres a lot of guys who like my little pony and theyre called bronies.
do you know how happy he was to know there are other guys who like that show? THAT SHOULDNT BE A RELIEF FOR A FUCKING 8 YEAR OLD. HE SHOULDNT BE TOLD THAT ITS NORMAL TO LIKE A KIDS SHOW. BUT you know what its not his fault, or the bullies he may encounter, its noT EVEN the sCHOOLS FAULT. its the FUCKING PARENTS.
teach youre fucking kid to stop judging before they do something that may cause something as serious as attempt fucking suicide. remember it wont be their fault, it’ll be fucking yours for not teaching them to be open-FUCKING-minded.
Im a 14year old boy and I still love my little pony
so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.
Signal boosting this shit
The fact that the one guy throws down his bag and goes to save the guy, but then he realizes he’s too late. And if you continue watching him, he like throws his hands up and then turns away. He probably feels disappointed that he couldn’t help, but he tried. I bet he didn’t even know the guy. And that really makes me not lose faith in everyone.
watched this atleast 5 times. too powerful not to reblog.
Everyone else kinda just runs back like the train is boutta explode or somethin.
It’s that fight or flight response
“ Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this...— Some quote probably reposted around in Facebook
You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Think before you say something to someone that might change their life. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up...
I want to see everyone copy and paste this. You never know which of your friends might read this and save a life, whether it be theirs or the life of another... ”
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