There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
(via theragingwriter)
So, i’ve had a revelation these past couple of days, and i really feel the need to draw attention to the results here.
Theres a perfectly valid reason why i dont usually enjoy the idea of a “collaboration” … allthough you can rest assure whatever collaborations i have done in the past were the…
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it? — Scroobius Pip, Broken Promise (via roboangela)
TW: Depression, suicide, self-harm
Scroobius Pip is one of my favorite performing artists. And his partner suffers from depression. And I believe he does as well. Here, he reaches out to her the best way he knows how.
My little sister is missing.
She’s nine.
My mom told me to wait at home in case she comes back while my mom looks for her. I have never been more worried in my life.
IF YOU LIVE IN THE HOUSTON, TEXAS AREA AND YOU SEE A CAUCASIAN LITTLE GIRL WITH SHOULDER LENGTH BLOND HAIR, GREEN-BLUE EYES, AND A MISSING FRONT TOOTH, WHO LOOKS LOST, CALL 832-491-4149 IMMEDIATELY. I am begging you. Please reblog this to get the word out.
(via chapitada)
