Hi, I'm Jonathan.
I am passionate.
I am a poet.
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gallifreyanconsultingdetective:

dianeraeb:

siriuus:

do action movies know they can have more than one female character

Someone should make an action movie with all girls except for one guy and have no explanation or mention of it in the movie and then pay all of the actors to act surprised like they’d never noticed when they get the inevitable storm of questions. 

This one male must have a shower scene, be saved by the protagonist at least once, and fall in love with a lead female.

Power Puff Girls!!!

Hi! My name is Jonathan.

I feel unwanted, unattractive, and worthless most days.

I just kick myself in the ass to be positive and kind.

Because I know that there is always someone who needs kindness.

Someone always needs to be validated and feel worth,.

Someone always needs to feel attractive.

Why? Because they deserve it. 

Even if I rarely get these things, I decided to be a better person.

And give them freely and happily.

Because life is too short. Period.

Remember the Golden Rule.

Treat people the way you would want to be treated.

I am strongly contemplating suicide. I'll just stay home tomorrow and do it. I've tied up the noose and everything already.
Anonymous

ninjakato:

stardroid:

Anon. I’m going to share something personal with you today. And with all of tumblr, too.

Do you see this photo?

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This is one of the few photos I have left of my mother and I. And the only one that’s digital, too.

I was about four years old in that photo. Shortly after that photo was taken, I was placed into foster care because of my mother’s mental conditions and her inability to care for me. Which was fine, it was the right thing to do.

She was taken overseas to a very good mental health clinic in Paris, which is where we came from. 

My mother had a lot of problems. Among them were her multiple personality disorder and her bipolar. She stayed in hospital for most of my life, and battled depression and her suicidal tendencies. She went through a lot, including electro-shock therapy. Nothing seemed to help. She was a very lost and very hurt woman.

And one day, on Mother’s Day of 2008, my foster parents received a phone call at about 1am from the mental hospital my mother was staying in.

My mother had hung herself in the shower of her bathroom. Her mental illnesses, her lack of access to me and the things she’d suffered through her life had snapped her. And she was gone.

I was thirteen years old. Nobody told me until the sun had risen. I left my room, ready for school. And then I was sat down, and I was told.

And I was numb.

I felt nothing, for months. Months, and months, and months.

I was a very good student at school. I got distinctions, and straight A’s. And all of that kind of just… stopped. 

The full extent of my loss didn’t hit me until years later, when I was sixteen.

And it hasn’t stopped hurting since.

I miss my mother every day. I barely got to know her, but I knew she loved me. And I ache every time I see someone walk by with their parents, or a little girl with her mother. It’s even cost me several relationships. It hurts. I can’t take it. Can’t do it.

You know the kind of woman my mother was? Kind. Smart. Thoughtful. She was a painter, and a lover of music. We lived in Australia when I was growing up, but she always loved France. In fact, it was her name. I recall my foster mother’s comment when she met her for the first time when she came back to Australia to visit me. She said how talking to my mother was like talking to your best friend. One you hadn’t seen in years. The joy in her voice, her smile.

I can’t even remember what she sounds like anymore.

Suicide? I’ve wanted to do it. Several times. It’s been tempting. Pressure builds inside your chest, and you can’t cry anymore. You feel nothing and it’s clearly just logical to end it because there’s no point living in a void anymore.

You feel like there’s no one else out there for you. You’re alone, and nobody understands.

Anon, let me tell you.

I understand. I’ve seen both sides of this coin. Nobody wins.

I know what it’s like to want to not exist. I spend half my days pretending to be mechanical because being human and alive is just too much of  a burden sometimes. But I also know what it feels like to be left behind.

It’s searing.

After the loss of my mother, I lost three more people to suicide. One was my uncle, and two others were good friends. One of them was one of my best friend.

I don’t know who you are, Anon. But I’d like to.

I’d like to know who you are so I can stop you from feeling this way. You’re not alone. And if you are? I’ll be the first to open my arms to you.

Death is not an answer, nor by any means a door to something greater.

Death is for those who have finished in this life. We are not meant to go before our time, and especially not alone.

I’m nineteen now. If my mother were still alive, she’d be thirty-eight.

It’s too young.

You’re too young.

To you, anon, and to everyone else out there who’s ever felt this way.

Stop. Breathe. Think.

Come to me, if you have to.

Go to someone. Anyone. Please.

You’re so much more than a statistic.

You’re worth so much more than tears.

You mean so much more than every person who has ever stamped you into the ground. Called you names. Failed to accept you because you don’t fit into their criteria of human. Spurned you, or ignored you. 

I know this pain. And I know what happens when that pain consumes you.

Please. Don’t go.

I don’t know you. But your life means something. 

I promise it means something.

I am legitimately crying… 

Please, Anon. LISTEN TO THIS. 
SERIOUSLY. 

Listen. 

g33kgasm:

icantactuallyart:

sisterling:

If I ever get married, our vows better be based on the Team Rocket motto.

I vow to protect you from devastation.
To unite our privates and feel sensation.
To pronounce you as my one true love,
and see the glitter of your eyes in the stars above.
*insert*
*names*
Team Rocket, married, committed for life!
Pronounce us now, as husband and wife!
Priiiiiiest! Alright!

This is the best thing I’ve seen on Tumblr today.

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feelmotivated:

Someone explains this…

   Unfortunately, this is the result of textbook commercialism and capitalism. A 2 Liter coke at 99 cents is what I call a “bulk purchase”. A 20oz coke, however, gets a price boost by the convenience  of its size. I call this  a ” Convenience mark-up”.
  Now, as for the 20 oz bottle of water. This is a combination of a convenience mark-up and an “advertisement mark-up”. What is done here is; that because of the marketing used to promote this product,  the company up charges an exuberant amount for a product to “compensate” its’ expenses. When in actually it cost the company a small handful of pennies to make the product.
 Don’t even get me started on how much these companies pay their employees.

feelmotivated:

Someone explains this…

   Unfortunately, this is the result of textbook commercialism and capitalism. A 2 Liter coke at 99 cents is what I call a “bulk purchase”. A 20oz coke, however, gets a price boost by the convenience  of its size. I call this  a ” Convenience mark-up”.

  Now, as for the 20 oz bottle of water. This is a combination of a convenience mark-up and an “advertisement mark-up”. What is done here is; that because of the marketing used to promote this product,  the company up charges an exuberant amount for a product to “compensate” its’ expenses. When in actually it cost the company a small handful of pennies to make the product.

 Don’t even get me started on how much these companies pay their employees.