I’ve never had this many followers on Tumblr, and I’ve always said I would never use you guys to promote or exploit things with my platform. Ever. And I am still not doing that.

We are always helping one another on my blog, and I REALLY need your help.

One of my friends with two children is stuck in an abusive household. She is repeatedly emotionally abused, she’s had her forehead cut open, been slammed into glass, and is repeatedly raped by her boyfriend that stalks her, has tracking apps on her phone, and forces her to quit/not have a job. He even watches her go to the bathroom to make sure she’s not using a phone.

I have never shared a GoFundMe before, and I never would if it weren’t completely urgent. She didn’t ask for money. She didn’t ask for help. She begged people not to call the police because she gets hurt even more every time it happens. She’s scared.

We set up a GoFundMe on her behalf.

You guys reblog plenty of memes and “Share for good luck,” posts. Please take two seconds to reblog this post for the safety of a woman and her two children. You might be saving someones life.

Here is her GoFundMe.

2/3 poc main characters

A GAY MAIN CHARACTER

anxiety/panic attacks storyline

jewish representation

3 coming out scenes (so far!!) (and they used the word GAY!)

a deaf character + sign language

learning disabilities

so many biracial couples

teen pregnancy/young mother

healthy friendships

chinese culture representation

feminism

a whole episode about privilege and inequality!

parents in the military (and the effects of their deployment)

“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

“Think geese are mad the game is called “Duck, Duck, Goose” and not “Goose, Goose, Duck”?”

—✧ 𝐜𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧

Happy Pride Month! 💕

“Cause we’re all somewhere in the middle

We’re all just looking for love to change the world

What if the world stops spinning tomorrow?

We can’t keep running away from who we are”