“The camera adds 10 pounds” is a phrase of the past. Now people look better in their pictures than they do in person

this is actually so interesting I had no idea

Reblog as much as you can

Absolutely helpful. I think I’ve done three or four of these things today, makes you feel better.

I do a lot of these things to cope, very helpful post.

It’s not often you see depression tips that are actually useful on this hellsite, these are all good though. Also good things to do (depressed or not) if you’re feeling lethargic or can’t focus!

We literally just watched the baby learn how to moisturize his skin and hair. 😍😍

MY HEART IS SO FULL RN

God please bless me with all darkskin kinky haired babies its all I ask!!! 😭😭

Same^ 😩😍

This is the purest video on the internet.

Oh shit. I never realized this.

This is a depressing reality every 4th of July.

So they go around the world bombing and killing people and then expect us to feel sorry for them?? Nah son, you deserve it.

Hmmm. I mean, just because the army as an institution is flawed and damaging doesn’t mean everyone in it is a terrible person. To paint every single veteran with the same brush is reductive and to make light of the debilitating mental disorders many have just seems wrong. Like yes, fuck the military as an institution completely 100%, but blaming disabled ex-front-line infantry maybe isn’t the best direction for our anger, perhaps.

A lot of veterans are poor people who were intentionally targeted by scouting programs coming to their schools starting at age 13, and most of them are worse off coming back than they were to start with… let’s be courteous to folks with PTSD

Don’t be an ableist fuckface. Intentionally triggering someone is disgusting.

^^^ All of these comments tbh

Mhmm

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this post is iconic.

I appreciate this so much.

Shrinkage is a muthaaa

👆🏾👆🏾👆🏾👆🏾SUPPORT BLACK INVENTIONS!

Thankyou!!! 😍😍

I don’t even drink anymore and I’m gonna get some

Shonda Rhimes needs to make a show for Black kids and let him star.

There’s a bunch of re-blogs of this without the caption, smfh. DO NOT REMOVE THE TEXT ABOVE!! THERE IS VITAL INFORMATION HERE!!!

This is awful but the reality is here in black and white

this post is iconic.

she buying you the cologne that her ex used to wear and telling you “it smells good on you”.

Low-key she wants him back cus she was the one that fucked up

she turning you into him.. she told you that you should grow your hair out.. now yall got the same cut you tell your mom she’s making you better.

You call her “princess” and “baby girl” because she told you she liked those pet names, but that’s what he called her while they fucked, she gets butterflies at the memories

she signed you up for the gym.. you ain’t even know you was that skinny.. she says you’re not skinny she just wants you “healthier”..you thinking about it at work while you take a bite of the cantaloupe she packed your lunch with.

Ya both chilling on the couch, in the evening, watching one of her favorite films she used to watch with him, her phones vibrates, it’s a text from a contact “I’m sorry 😔🤕”, it says “I thought of you today” ya both see it. You noticed she smirks a little but then throws her phone on the couch like she doesn’t care. Every 10 secs she looks at her phone, she says she needs to use the bathroom. Before she leaves she grabs her phone

you don’t think nothing of it because that’s your baby.. and you trust her..you go to thanksgiving with her family this year.. her uncle keep calling you Marcus.. you try not to let it get to you so you go play with the kids..her cousins telling you that you were more fun last time… that’s the first time y'all ever met tho.

That lowkey gets to you, almost shed a tear so you go outside to the porch for some air. Her father is outside on the chair, you sit next to him. He starts telling you about Marcus. Says how his daughter never been happier than when she was with him, she never loved somebody so much…. He points to a house in the distance, says “he lives there, by himself, his parents died and left him the house” the lights are on, you didn’t know he lived down the block, it’s a big thanks giving party, you haven’t seen your “princess” in 20 minutes. It’s not that big of a house

you go in to grab your jacket so you can check it out… her aunt comes in as you walk out and says “Marcus you don’t look so good.. you haven’t been eating?” ya nose start running.

You don’t reply, you keep walking to the house you get close hear some whispers, the lights turn off. Then you hear the back entrance slam you see a dark figure, about as tall as your “baby girl” run you can’t catch the person’s face though, it’s dark. You try to follow but can’t catch them. It was rainy that day. You go back to the house, find your girl. She’s breathing heavy, asks you where you been. You noticed she changed her shoes. You pull her to the room, say ya need to talk. Ya sit down in the bed. You notice the shoes she was wearing in the corner, they have mud on them.

your heart beating hella fast.. just as yall sit down you hear an eruption of joy from the kids “THE REAL MARCUS!” you stressed..ya ligaments get weak.. you manage to walk out the room so you can see him..he look like the updated version of you..he DirecTV.. you’re basic cable.. you throw up the food her mom put on your plate.. you don’t care that much tho because she said she made it “just like last time”.

Her mother throws you a thin ass napkin to clean it and goes back to talking to Marcus. nobody is paying attention to you now not even your girl. the napkin is not thick enough you get your hands dirty. You go to the bathroom to clean up, it’s upstairs. Your knees still feel weak you almost fall you sit down in the toilet you crying at this point your nose starts running again. You pull out a picture of her out your wallet, you try to look at it but the tears don’t let you. Your girl knocks on the door you hear some giggling. You open and it’s your girl and Marcus right behind her, she looks surprised it’s you. She then tells you she was just showing him the way to the bathroom. Marcus has slept over a few times, he knows exactly where the bathroom was.

you get mad now.. he’s disrespecting you.. you get up and get ready to swing on him.. right before you do you smell his cologne.. tears start pouring down your face you just wanna lay down now.. you try to leave.. she grabs you like “wait”.. he says “princess just let him be”… you think to yourself. “..princess?”

That’s the last straw. That was unnecessary you turn around and swings at his face but Marcus boxed for 8 years. His reflexes don’t play, he ducks, and jabs you in the stomach one time. That’s all that was needed you drop, your princess…. Well, his princess by now, yells at the moment of impact. You on the floor you can’t breathe you thinking about the time spent at the gym did not help, you think of going tomorrow to cancel your membership. Everyone is upstairs by now asking what happened. Marcus just says that he should leave. Your girl tells him that she’ll walk him to the door, she walks all the way home with him. You laying down on her bed for a little bit. You fall asleep. Wake up 10 minutes later, your girl not back. It’s 11:54pm by now. Everyone almost left. You the only person that don’t belong there.

you go to the bathroom to watch yourself cry.. you talking to yourself now..“i thought i was the prince” you shake your head “im just a damn jester” you get your things ready to go.. you got manners so you tell everyone bye… her uncle in a wheelchair says “come back soon Marcus”.. you kick his wheelchair.

3 years later you got a promotion at work you making ok money now enough to move out your mom’s house. You go home and get on Facebook to post about your accomplishment. You still friends with her sister. She posts how her sister is getting married, you comment on her post" tell her i said congratulations" her sister replies “?” You embarrassed. Delete ya comment. You scoop around. It’s with Marcus. You feel ya stomach in ya throat. You pull out a box from under ya bed. Take out the cologne she gave you. You know why now. You spray it on you, sobbing. You sigh “I could’ve been your Marcus”.

you end up living a lonely life.. happiness always seems like it’s around the corner.. but you can never reach it.. you get a dog.. she runs away.. you went and got a goldfish..“goldfish can’t leave me” you think.. you came home one day and your goldfish drowned.. you didn’t even know that shit was possible.. you sad forever.. moral of the story is: don’t let women pick your cologne.

The end

Why y'all do this fictional character like that?

Nigga. I read this whole thing, first off beautifully told. Secondly, never let her pick your cologne major key. Glad pops told me that one, third of all..be wary when a woman comes at you with a lot of changes. Some women like upgrading and some like repeating ya dig?

They forgot about the part were you finally lose your shit and murder the bitch and Marcus at there wedding, killing anyone and everyone else until the police show up. Of course they’re already too late, the damage is done. You killed most of them. You then sit down. And finally let go of your final tears before pressing the gun to your temple, smiling as you pull the trigger. Finally free from your loneliness

wh…

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That took a hell of a turn

I mean….. What the fuck

You know what u don’t like this ending. Fuck that. How about this

3 years later you got a promotion at work you making ok money now enough to move out your mom’s house. You go home and get on Facebook to post about your accomplishment. You still friends with her sister. She posts how her sister is getting married, you comment on her post" tell her i said congratulations" her sister replies “?” You embarrassed. Delete ya comment. You scoop around. It’s with Marcus. You feel the butterflies you felt when you first met her. You pull out a box from under ya bed. Take out the cologne she gave you. You fired its last few sprits, and sigh dispiritedly, “why was I not good enough for you”, you ask ask the now empty bottle brimming with memories.

Everyday seems endless battle for you. You’re growing older, even though you’re still young, you can feel your age catching up to you. When you go out, you can’t help but notice every cute couple that passes you bye thinking"that could have been us man". Your heart is heavy from all the love you have you been waiting to give away. Focusing on work is hard cause memories of what once was are occupies a majority of what once was and could/should have been. Depression and self doubt has long taken root and your thoughts on love are somber at best. You find little happiness at the bed of the glass abyss so easily replenished with your favorite cognac. You see no way out of this.

You look at your phone and see her face giving you the smile you fell in love with three options that read, Remind Me, Message, and Slide to Unlock. You slide. “……hello?” Shes hysterical, crying and screaming. You are trying to calm her down and figure out what is going on. The only thing you make out is “cheating fuck”  and “ how could she have done this to me”. You’re trying to piece everything together and when you finally do, you just ask her where she is and she sobs, ”I dont fucking know, Highland View apartments I think?” Out of every complex  in Atlanta she chooses to run too, she finds yours. “I-I-I live there..” , you stutter. “ Come to the back,  You’ll see my car, I be waiting by it”.

Moral of the story: love someone that loves you for you.

Truly art

this needs to be archived for future generations, holy shit.

Gahhdamn y'all need to get this shit published

oh my fucking god how did i read all of that

I got trapped in it too man

I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Bro that was just wow …… Wow

how yall gon take these niggas story and just run wit the shit? lls

WOW.