hi!

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

‼️‼️THIS IS SAM WILSON SUPREMACY ‼️‼️

sharon and bucky are also gorgeous too

INGREDIENTS:

4 hamburger buns, split

1 head green leaf lettuce, leaves separated

1 beefsteak tomato, sliced

20 dill pickle slices

FOR THE CHICKEN

2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1 cup dill pickle juice

1 ½ cups milk, divided

1 cup peanut oil

1 large egg

½ cup all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon confectioners’ sugar

Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste

DIRECTIONS:

Place a chicken breast on a cutting board. With your hand flat on top of it, carefully slice the chicken in half horizontally. Trim excess fat as needed.

In a large shallow baking dish, combine chicken, pickle juice and ½ cup milk; marinate for at least 30 minutes. Drain well.

Heat peanut oil in a large skillet over medium high heat.

In another large shallow baking dish, whisk together remaining 1 cup milk and egg. Stir in chicken to coat and drain excess milk mixture.

In a gallon size Ziploc bag or large bowl, combine chicken, flour and confectioners’ sugar; season with salt and pepper, to taste.

Working in batches, add chicken to the skillet and cook until evenly golden and crispy, about 4-5 minutes. Transfer to a paper towel-lined plate.

https://www.tablespoon.com/recipes/copycat-chick-fil-a-nuggets/2b483ee0-a13e-4a3f-bf0b-9b26099c6e24

Check if your city has this program!!!

"We're working with several partners to serve different communities around the country. @UnitedWay offers immediate assistance and access to rides at https://t.co/bNqtYzSOz9. For info on how to work with our other partners, check out https://t.co/yyaIw36gKT"

Basically... go through their links to every different agency... contact each of them... and ask each of them how to do it?

Fortunately, the United Way (which runs 211) was a little clearer.

Basically, if you're in one of these cities:

Atlanta, GA 

Austin, TX 

Baltimore, MD 

Boston, MA 

Cleveland, OH 

Cincinnati, OH 

Denver, CO  

Des Moines, IA  

Detroit, MI  

Houston, TX 

Jacksonville, FL 

Louisville, KY  

Minneapolis, MN 

Omaha, NE 

Philadelphia, PA  

Pittsburgh, PA 

Salt Lake City, UT  

San Diego, CA  

San Francisco Bay Area, CA 

Springfield, MA 

St. Louis, MO 

Tacoma, WA  

Tallahassee, FL 

Tampa Bay Area, FL 

Ventura, CA  

You can call 211, or text 898211, to ask about the program. (Tbh they'll probably make you call, to ask you a few questions so they know if you qualify.) Then they'll tell you what to do to use it.

This is such a fucking dangerous precedent, holy shit.

If they pursue this, it means that any president can do whatever the FUCK they want in their last days, and there is a precedent for letting them get away with it. As long as they're out of the Whitehouse before impeachment charges can be brought against them, it means they get off Scott free. It also means that if a president does something impeachable, and then quits, that theyre also able to dodge accountability and legal ramifications.

You’re not cute as you think when you call your favs daddy on their social media.

You’re not cute or as funny as you think you are tagging your favs in posts that are sexual, stalkerish, extremely personal or something you should probably talk to a professional about.

You’re not as cute as you think you are following your favs around or stalking them.

Your favs aren’t your SO. They don’t belong to you. They are allowed to date, see, fuck, style, how ever they want.

They aren’t your fucking doll and I don’t care how much of their shit you buy or see.

You’re not cute, funny, a dedicated fan.

I never really had you,

No matter how hard I try to convince myself that I did.

You never really wanted me,

No matter how hard you convinced me you did

The physical distance turns into the gaping whole in which we fell into.

No matter how hard we said we wouldn’t.

I watch from afar, jealousy in the back of my throat,

No matter how hard I say I don’t care, I do.

You do care, but not as much as me,

No matter how hard I want to believe that you do.

When I look at you, you seem so close and so far away.

I reach out for your hand, and you do reach back, but before you have a chance to hold me, I leave.

No matter how long it’s been, my mind goes back to you.

No matter how much I hate it, you’re always there.

Whenever I see you, I feel like a little girl all over again.

Never did I think I’d wish to go back to the past, but that’s when you were the closest to me.

And all I can do is hope that the future you’ll never let me go.

Because what gives me warmth at night is that I know we are still under the same sky, no matter the distance.

-mads 1/11/2021