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$15 custom airbrush tee shirts available. Just let me know ur size and what you want on it. My goal is 400 shirts so i can move out asap.

usafshadowusaf:

subterraneanbunnypig:

rewind-button-girl:

Anytime someone questions my support for President Obama I’m just going to pull up my Tumblr and show them this. 

This is why I voted for him. He gets it.

A bright spot for the President.

(Source: kaidencechrist)

tastefullyoffensive:

Fallen Princesses by Dina Goldstein

Wow these are cool

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

owlturdcomix:

Screw Grape Comix

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rats808:

a snake escaping from it’s meant to stay in

i lost it at that little flop when it hits the ground

OMG TED LOOOOOK

Hey guuurrlrlllll

so what was up last night?

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themetaphoricalsandbox:

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jadenite:

scrollgirl:

Thor deleted scene
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THOR = THE ACTUAL BEST

These are my favorite moments about superheroes. The moments that truly make them ‘super’. I’d honestly watch an eternity of footage of just this.

Why Thor is such a Brodinson. 

I agree completely. It’s easy to mess up, and hard to apologize. So when people do admit to fault, it is admirable.

(Source: tomhiddleston-h)

coverme-in-chocolate:

SIGNAL BOOST!!!

coverme-in-chocolate:

SIGNAL BOOST!!!

youarenotyou:

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE, ANTI-PSYCHIATRY BULLSHIT
toopunktofuck:

californiaexpatriate:

drugsandanarchy:

mh-things:

Unfortunately true.

It’s a bit unfair to compare something life threatening to something not immediately life threatening.

Also, psychiatric care is really just a nice way of saying, “mind-altering drugs”.

I’m writing my own response to this, because honestly I am absolutely SICK of this photo set and its ignorant comments and have a lot of things to say that haven’t already been covered.
Hello there, my name is Stiv, I’m almost 21 years old, and I have been mentally ill as far back as my conscious memory goes. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, OCD, and dysthymia as official diagnoses. I also might have some other issues my therapist hasn’t disclosed to me because BPD patients sometimes have an issue where any new diagnosis becomes their new identity, and I totally understand their fears.Do you want to know the main theory as to why I am mentally ill?
Physical illness.
The day before my fourth birthday, in upstate new york, in the year 1996, I got bit by a tick and by the end of the night of my birthday, I had a full-blown fever, bullseye rash, and aches and chills.
That’s right, I had lyme disease.This might sound unrelated, but there are new studies coming to the surface regarding young children who had lyme disease - many of them have various neurological and mental illness symptoms, and BPD is particularly common among people who had lyme disease as small children. One of my best friends also had lyme, and she has BPD traits. Her little sister had it too and she has full blown BPD at age 15.
The bacteria that causes lyme disease infects the spinal cord and nervous system in children much quicker than it does in adults. It’s thought to cause neurological damage.
And yes, at that age, lyme disease almost killed me.
But years later, my BPD almost killed me more than once. I wanted to die.
What really, really baffles me about everything is, this is just one example of many, MANY instances of a physical illness, life-threatening or no, becoming a mental illness. Many older people with chronic pain become depressed, anxious, or develop substance abuse issues. Hell, why do you fucking THINK people with cancer get therapeutic counseling?!
“NOT IMMEDIATELY LIFE THREATENING” also pisses me off, because nobody who has been in a room with a person who has just attempted suicide and can come out and say that shit.
Suicide is a HUGE risk in BPD. 10% of BPD patients eventually successfully commit suicide.
That’s REALLY high
and do you fucks know why there is shitty quality of care for mentally ill people?
BECAUSE OF SHIT LIKE THIS
People spread myths about mental illness like “they’re not life threatening” and these myths are one of the biggest contributors to stigma.As a result of stigma, people won’t admit they’re mentally ill, people won’t admit their relative is mentally ill, or their friend, and because of stigma, very little hospital funding actually goes into helping people on psychiatric inpatient and outpatient units. Our medications are ridiculously expensive ($700 for Abilify without insurance) and not well-researched and many of the newer ones could be dangerous, as they were just shuffled onto the market without extensive years of study.Many psychiatrists in the United States are not psychiatrists because they wanted to help the mentally ill, but because they were failing out of med school. There’s actually a shortage of people who actually give a fuck in the systems that are supposed to be helping us.
I hope you’re all happy with yourselves because this is an attitude that legitimately kills people.

i am genuinely amazed at people who think mental illness isn’t life threatening. y’all can go fuck yourselves. locked psych wards exist for a reason, dipshits
and yr “mind altering drugs” ARE ACTUALLY REALLY NECESSARY FOR SOME OF US TO CONTINUE LIVING
THX

youarenotyou:

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE, ANTI-PSYCHIATRY BULLSHIT

toopunktofuck:

californiaexpatriate:

drugsandanarchy:

mh-things:

Unfortunately true.

It’s a bit unfair to compare something life threatening to something not immediately life threatening.

Also, psychiatric care is really just a nice way of saying, “mind-altering drugs”.

I’m writing my own response to this, because honestly I am absolutely SICK of this photo set and its ignorant comments and have a lot of things to say that haven’t already been covered.

Hello there, my name is Stiv, I’m almost 21 years old, and I have been mentally ill as far back as my conscious memory goes. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, OCD, and dysthymia as official diagnoses. I also might have some other issues my therapist hasn’t disclosed to me because BPD patients sometimes have an issue where any new diagnosis becomes their new identity, and I totally understand their fears.

Do you want to know the main theory as to why I am mentally ill?

Physical illness.

The day before my fourth birthday, in upstate new york, in the year 1996, I got bit by a tick and by the end of the night of my birthday, I had a full-blown fever, bullseye rash, and aches and chills.

That’s right, I had lyme disease.
This might sound unrelated, but there are new studies coming to the surface regarding young children who had lyme disease - many of them have various neurological and mental illness symptoms, and BPD is particularly common among people who had lyme disease as small children. One of my best friends also had lyme, and she has BPD traits. Her little sister had it too and she has full blown BPD at age 15.

The bacteria that causes lyme disease infects the spinal cord and nervous system in children much quicker than it does in adults. It’s thought to cause neurological damage.

And yes, at that age, lyme disease almost killed me.

But years later, my BPD almost killed me more than once. I wanted to die.

What really, really baffles me about everything is, this is just one example of many, MANY instances of a physical illness, life-threatening or no, becoming a mental illness. Many older people with chronic pain become depressed, anxious, or develop substance abuse issues. Hell, why do you fucking THINK people with cancer get therapeutic counseling?!

“NOT IMMEDIATELY LIFE THREATENING” also pisses me off, because nobody who has been in a room with a person who has just attempted suicide and can come out and say that shit.

Suicide is a HUGE risk in BPD. 10% of BPD patients eventually successfully commit suicide.

That’s REALLY high

and do you fucks know why there is shitty quality of care for mentally ill people?

BECAUSE OF SHIT LIKE THIS

People spread myths about mental illness like “they’re not life threatening” and these myths are one of the biggest contributors to stigma.
As a result of stigma, people won’t admit they’re mentally ill, people won’t admit their relative is mentally ill, or their friend, and because of stigma, very little hospital funding actually goes into helping people on psychiatric inpatient and outpatient units. Our medications are ridiculously expensive ($700 for Abilify without insurance) and not well-researched and many of the newer ones could be dangerous, as they were just shuffled onto the market without extensive years of study.

Many psychiatrists in the United States are not psychiatrists because they wanted to help the mentally ill, but because they were failing out of med school. There’s actually a shortage of people who actually give a fuck in the systems that are supposed to be helping us.

I hope you’re all happy with yourselves because this is an attitude that legitimately kills people.

i am genuinely amazed at people who think mental illness isn’t life threatening. y’all can go fuck yourselves. locked psych wards exist for a reason, dipshits

and yr “mind altering drugs” ARE ACTUALLY REALLY NECESSARY FOR SOME OF US TO CONTINUE LIVING

THX

shota-san:

IM LAHUGJING SO HARD OMGG

THE DIFFERENCE IN REACTIONS BETWEEN PRICES OF PS4 AND XBOX ONE EVERYBODY

Let Me Get This Straight.

kosherslice:

So a pro football player burns roughly 650 calories in 1 hour.

A dci member burns roughly up to 700 in a full run of an 11 minute show.

So is it a Marching field or a Football field?

It’s just band.