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howlingintohell:

I moved home two and half years ago to help my father out, as he is starting to have memory problems. It meant trying to start my life over in this town, uprooting from Florida back home.  
I tried to make a go of being here, but there is nowhere to go, career-wise, in the town. I’m 28, I need a career, not a minimum wage job. After some talks with family, as well, we decided that my father doesn’t do well with roommates, and that I need to move out.  However, supporting myself in this small town on the wages I make is simply not possible.
Worse, I’m Pansexual and Genderqueer. My family knows nothing about either one of these things, I have to hide who I am, I can’t really even date, I can’t do much of anything, not even be myself, lest they find out.  it gets harder every day to pretend like I’m someone that I’m not. So I decided I need to move.
So I’m moving in with my best friend in Buffalo, NY, 2600 miles away.
My best friend plans on flying out here to make the drive with me, and I plan on using my tax refund to help with the move, but as it is, I’m barely gonna make it, and that’s if prices for a rental truck, gas prices, etc, don’t go up a whole lot by then.  I’ll have no emergency funds, and no money once i get there to pay for gas an the like while working for work. The only thing he can afford is his plane ticket and his own food. He’s driving with me because he’s worried about me driving across the country on my own.
I hate to ask, but I need help with my move. 
This is a breakdown of my moving costs:
Rental truck, plus insurance: $1275
Gas for the trip, @ an estimated average $3.75/gal during May: $1000
Vet checkup for my dog Yuna before the trip: $300
Dog Licensing in New York: $34
Food for the trip: $150
We plan to sleep in the truck to save on having to pay for a motel. If you can help, even with just $5, I would really appreciate it.  If you can help, click on the picture, or just click this link right here. If you can’t, please at least reblog to help me out.

Note: The campaign has been updated to include perks with donated art commissions by my bro Keygrin
Feb 20, 2014 / 257 notes

howlingintohell:

howlingintohell:

I moved home two and half years ago to help my father out, as he is starting to have memory problems. It meant trying to start my life over in this town, uprooting from Florida back home.  

I tried to make a go of being here, but there is nowhere to go, career-wise, in the town. I’m 28, I need a career, not a minimum wage job. After some talks with family, as well, we decided that my father doesn’t do well with roommates, and that I need to move out.  However, supporting myself in this small town on the wages I make is simply not possible.

Worse, I’m Pansexual and Genderqueer. My family knows nothing about either one of these things, I have to hide who I am, I can’t really even date, I can’t do much of anything, not even be myself, lest they find out.  it gets harder every day to pretend like I’m someone that I’m not. So I decided I need to move.

So I’m moving in with my best friend in Buffalo, NY, 2600 miles away.

My best friend plans on flying out here to make the drive with me, and I plan on using my tax refund to help with the move, but as it is, I’m barely gonna make it, and that’s if prices for a rental truck, gas prices, etc, don’t go up a whole lot by then.  I’ll have no emergency funds, and no money once i get there to pay for gas an the like while working for work. The only thing he can afford is his plane ticket and his own food. He’s driving with me because he’s worried about me driving across the country on my own.

I hate to ask, but I need help with my move. 

This is a breakdown of my moving costs:

  • Rental truck, plus insurance: $1275
  • Gas for the trip, @ an estimated average $3.75/gal during May: $1000
  • Vet checkup for my dog Yuna before the trip: $300
  • Dog Licensing in New York: $34
  • Food for the trip: $150

We plan to sleep in the truck to save on having to pay for a motel. If you can help, even with just $5, I would really appreciate it.  If you can help, click on the picture, or just click this link right here. If you can’t, please at least reblog to help me out.

Note: The campaign has been updated to include perks with donated art commissions by my bro Keygrin

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Jan 26, 2014

Me singing

Nov 7, 2013 / 5 notes

loupgaroulahey:

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

Claudia had always known she wouldn’t make it to her forties. Call it sixth sense, call it what you will, she knew. Her mother hadn’t lived long and neither had her mother’s mother. Claudia had resigned herself to a short life, not expecting to meet anyone or have a family but then he appeared and just for a moment. One fleeting moment, she was hopeful. Maybe it would skip a generation. It never did.

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

John and Melissa loved Claudia with all their hearts. She brought life to their own, even when it seemed that nothing could make them laugh. With those twinkling eyes and infectious smile it was hard to stay sad. Melissa had found a best friend and John a soul mate. The three had met in freshman year and had been inseparable ever since.

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

Birthing their son had been one of the most frightening experiences of Claudia’s life. The pain, unlike nothing she’d ever felt, had made her fully believe she was going to die. She didn’t and 4 hours later her baby boy was screaming life into the delivery room. John, the usually stoic deputy, couldn’t prevent the tears which rolled down his cheeks and nor did he care. He had everything he needed right there. A beautiful wife and now a beautiful son. He’d been named after Claudia’s father until he’d asked to be called Stiles, it took a while for her to accept but eventually she too began to call him by his preferred name. Who was she to deny him such a simple request?

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

It wasn’t long after this did Claudia fall ill. Whereas everyone around her cried, argued that it wasn’t fair and despaired, she accepted her fate. Hadn’t she said this from the start? She’d never reach her forties. The disease was genetic and there was nothing anyone could do. 

Stiles couldn’t bare to see his mother looking so frail and if it hadn’t been for Scott, he wasn’t sure how he’d cope. Taking Stiles’ hand, Scott gave it a gentle squeeze. The two, like their parents, were inseparable and it pained Scott to see his best friend, his brother, in such distress.

"You’re not alone," he said one day, eyes serious. Stiles only looked at him, not saying a word. 

"You’re not alone, Stiles. We’re brothers, Claudia— she’s like a second mom to me. You’re not alone, I promise."

Stiles had burst into tears then and Scott moved, instantly wrapping his arms around his best friend as he cried. His own tears formed, not just for Stiles, but for everyone. Stiles, Claudia, John and his own mother.

And I will tell the night
Whisper, “Lose your sight”
But I can’t move the mountains for you

Claudia eventually passed away in hospital. She’d clung on, waiting for John to come but in the end her strength gave out on her. Stiles sat outside her room in numb shock, and that’s how John found him. He didn’t need to ask, he could see it in his son’s face. The tears were instantaneous as the pair looked to each other.

More than 50 people attended her funeral, including nurses who had looked after her in the days leading up to her death. Speeches were made on how much Claudia had affected everyone’s lives in a positive way. No one had a bad word to say when she was alive and she’s not gone, not really, John said with a sad smile on his face.

she lives on in our son.

I see her smile in his.

I see the same twinkle in his eye.

I see the same spark of life she always had. Even when she knew she had to leave, she never lost that.

Stiles, don’t ever lose yourself.

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tryingtowriteapopsong:

Do She Believe in Fairies?image

SHE DOOOOOOO!

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This is the fuckin cutest thing omg.

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Jun 20, 2013 / 10,844 notes

professoriversong:

Not gonna lie for a second I couldn’t tell if this was Drarry or Hannigram

The bottom half of the third panel reminds me of that American Dad episode where Francine wanted to kill George Clooney. Hannibal is doing George Clooney’s look.

Francine Smith: My dream… is to destroy George Clooney. That arrogant, overrated, memo-writing bastard! He’s not even an actor! He just does the same cheesy move every time. Looks down, then looks back up squinting underneath his eyebrows. And everybody’s buying it! God, if I just had the chance. I know exactly how I’d bring him down. You see, Clooney’s never fallen in love. It’s always a fling here, a fling there. Well, I’d make him fall in love with *me*. And then I’d break his heart and watch him cry until his eyeballs bleed!

 

Anyyyyyway, moving swiftly along.

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Jun 20, 2013 / 55,978 notes

Reblog If You Like To Write

reblogthings:

Either original stuff or fan fiction or anything really.

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bibirufflebutt:

mshpiece:

psilentasincjelli:

striderbaby:

superwholockian-in-camelot:

obsessedbooknerd:

LOOK AT ALL THE EMOTIONS

I literally didnt recognize her

i only knew it was her because of the start of the shhh shhh and the fascinating gif…

It’s almost like the character makes a difference. It’s almost like Bella Swan is a terribly written and completely flat character and no actress could have believably put emotion into her portrayal with the lines and motivations they were given. It’s almost like when she’s given a decent character she can give a great performance. IT’S ALMOST LIKE SHE’S AN ACTRESS.

^thank you.

sorry for making fun of you, Kristen. We’ll take it all back. Now let’s go on making fun of Bella.

I thought she was amazing in Snow White and the Huntsman. 

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halllucinations:

str4wb3rries:

inh4ledisick:

stfutony:


The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

Omfg. This. This is why i do what i do. Bless your soul.

i teared up not going to lie.



omg, this is so amazing and inspiring, seriously.


this is probably one of the best things I have ever read on tumblr. and tumblr’s like fucking narnia. wow
Jun 20, 2013 / 451,957 notes

halllucinations:

str4wb3rries:

inh4ledisick:

stfutony:

The Story of Kyle

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

Omfg. This. This is why i do what i do. Bless your soul.

i teared up not going to lie.

omg, this is so amazing and inspiring, seriously.
this is probably one of the best things I have ever read on tumblr. and tumblr’s like fucking narnia. wow

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