Welcome to my blog! I post things that interest me or make me laugh. I am currently 20 years old and I spend my time working, hanging out with my two wonderful roommates, researching things I am interested in, and playing videogames! If you play League of Legends and want to add me my summoner name is: stalkerism. Questions, Comments, Concerns? Go ahead and ask! Any feedback is appreciated.

faeriana:

thattwatdeziree:

I don’t usually reblog stuff like this but wow

This hits VERY close to home for me. Always a reblog.

Friday, July 4, 2014
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ednoncosplay:

This is the type of Jedi I would be

ednoncosplay:

This is the type of Jedi I would be

dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 

It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

nataliehall:

This is for sale.
$200 - email Natalieillustration@Gmail.com if interested. 

nataliehall:

This is for sale.

$200 - email Natalieillustration@Gmail.com if interested. 

Sunday, June 29, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014

baylenbrown:

On a Sunday, I got a phone call from my dad saying that my little sister was on her way to the hospital. 

She tried to kill herself. 

Time slowed to a crawl.

I remember calling her number, over and over and over and over, wringing my hands, begging for her to answer, talking to myself in my room, sitting on the floor, telling myself that she was strong and that she would make it and I would see her again. I couldn’t even cry. There was nothing, except for this cold panic that she was already gone.

I remember when it became real: when the paramedic answered her phone, told me I couldn’t talk to her, and I remember screaming at him to tell me what the fuck was going on and whether my sister was okay.  

She was brought to the hospital. 

"I could barely keep my eyes open," she told me, in the thirty-minute visitation period, split four ways so everyone could come see her. That ten minutes could never be enough. 

"I couldn’t think clearly, I was bleeding all over the place and I couldn’t walk. And I was falling asleep. It felt like a long time, struggling to stay awake and type a text. I just remember thinking, ‘have to text dad before I sleep’."

My dad got a text message that morning, explaining that Maddy had OD’d on her, and other pills, and had cut her wrists. 

That was the last time. 

She voluntarily checked into an inpatient facility, where she planned to stay for 2-3 days. She left after 8 days. 

"I feel like a different person"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Even my reflection looks different. Everything. It’s really weird."

Two weeks ago, Maddy graduated high school. It was the first time I had been my old high school since my own graduation. She walked down the same aisle I did, with the little brother of the boy I who walked with three years before. It hit me hard to see that. I remember what it meant to me… not that I was growing up, not that I had accomplished this great feat I should be proud of, if I’m honest. It meant I could get the hell out of Huron County, and it meant never having to see all of those people again who had made my life so miserable. 

When I graduated high school, it meant finally being able to run away from my problems and start fresh. 

Now I imagine having that freedom, being so close to finally being rid of small town life and the hateful, narrow-minded, small town people who come with it…

When I escaped Huron County, I learned that there are better people out there, who love you no matter what. I learned what it felt like to be comfortable in my own skin. I want Maddy to have that chance too. 

"It’s just really difficult to shop with her… it will help to have to you there. I feel completely fake and stupid when I wear girls clothes."

"I’m a little bit nervous, only because I don’t like being undressed in front of doctors. But other than that I’m excited."

Living so far away makes it feel like I only saw bits and pieces, but that distance made the changes even clearer. 

For as long as I can remember, Maddy struggled with her physical appearance. When she asked me to cut her long hair, it was the first time I started to see her really shine through. 

I remember the first time she came to spend a weekend with me at my apartment, dying her hair. She had just started to wear tshirts, and it was the first time I had ever seen more than a glimpse at her forearms. 

I remember when she sent me the essay she wrote for English class, the first time I heard her use the word “genderqueer.”

I remember feeling this absolute swell of pride… not because of the word, but because for the first time, I saw Maddy make the decision to not hide anymore: listening to herself and following her heart, unashamedly. 

She is, undoubtedly, the most inspiring person I’ve ever had the chance to meet, and I can say with absolute honesty that I cannot wait to see what she does in life. 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014
40 Days Pokémon Challenge | Day 12

Favorite Electric Type: Ampharos <3

Tuesday, June 24, 2014
 
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