yiffanyy:

i dont like camping but lets go and do this

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princessofworms:

im a scientist and very important to know goat part

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smilebeautifulurworthit:

i-am-tired-of-walking-alone:

So last night at Soma my friend and I snuck past security to the buses to find Of Mice & Men. When we finally found their bus we couldnt move from the front of the bus because there were security guards everywhere and so we were crouched down in front of the bus. And then all the sudden i hear “what are you guys doing” i turn and i saw it was Aaron going to hang up his clothes. I was so excited and we hugged him and then we began talking and ended up having a 40 minute conversation with him about life and silly things and it was so amazing. He gave us life advice and told us stories and we just all sat on the curb and talked and he hugged us a few more times before he left. He gave us water which i’m now calling Pauley water because of reasons.
Then Aaron said he would try to see if Austin could come out after his shower but no promises.
So Austin did come out, and I was trying so hard not to cry.
And i told him “you may not remember me but last time i saw you..”
“Oh at the observatory right, I’m sorry what was your name again?”
“Yes, Brooke! Well um last time I saw you I told you i couldn’t promise you I would never self harm again, because I was not ready to but i did promise you I wouldn’t take my own life. So I said that if I saw you again I would promise I would never self harm again, and I am ready to make that promise.”
Austin smiled really big and said “oh wow really! Im so happy you’re here not here like talking to me, I’m so so happy you’re alive, I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this but I am so proud of you and I love you” and then he hugged me really tight for a long time. And I was crying by this point and he was still hugging me and then he started telling me that I should always remember that he loves me so much and even when life is really hard it will get better and I need to be there when it does. And then he said he’d be right back and he came back a few minutes later with a letter in his hand. He kissed the folded up paper put in my purse and said “you cant read this until you wake up tomorrow okay, and i want you to read it every day to remind yourself that you are loved and i am so proud of you.” And then he said “I love you so much don’t forget it” and then he hugged me really tight and I just cried on his shoulder for a bit and I told him thank you so much for being my hero and caring when no one else did and saving my life and he continued to hug me while I cried. Then he really had to go (he was only supposed to be out there a few minutes) but he stayed out there just to hold me why I cried.
I can’t believe It happened it was the best night of my whole life.
I will treasure this letter for ever.

The reason Austin is my hero

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faggiest:

thecordeliascottanon:

Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out. 

After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.

A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.

You think no one cares? Think again.

oh my god

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fishingboatproceeds:

I like to imagine that they are married to each other now.