“This is a call to all Armenians. This is a call to humanity. The world needs to hear the truth. Erdogan and his government are war criminals. We need your help. We need you to take action. Our lives depend on the chance that you will do something to make sure we too don’t die. We were forced out of our homes and our town with nothing but the clothes we wear. If we stayed to gather even the bare necessities, we would have definitely died. Most of us cannot even escape because we don’t have our passports or documents of identification. Please, invoke the intervention of your governments, of the UN, of any other authority that you believe can help us. All we want to do is live. If you ignore this, we all will die a horrible death at the hands of these terrorists, by being butchered in cold blood like many other Armenians in Aleppo, Yacoubiyeh, Ghenemiyeh and around Syria.”“If Kessab people were not informed to leave their houses, the world would have silently witnessed yet another genocide and stood by while the media gave them yet another version of lies.”#savekessab

“This is a call to all Armenians. This is a call to humanity. The world needs to hear the truth. Erdogan and his government are war criminals. We need your help. We need you to take action. Our lives depend on the chance that you will do something to make sure we too don’t die. We were forced out of our homes and our town with nothing but the clothes we wear. If we stayed to gather even the bare necessities, we would have definitely died. Most of us cannot even escape because we don’t have our passports or documents of identification. Please, invoke the intervention of your governments, of the UN, of any other authority that you believe can help us. All we want to do is live. If you ignore this, we all will die a horrible death at the hands of these terrorists, by being butchered in cold blood like many other Armenians in Aleppo, Yacoubiyeh, Ghenemiyeh and around Syria.”“If Kessab people were not informed to leave their houses, the world would have silently witnessed yet another genocide and stood by while the media gave them yet another version of lies.”

#savekessab


dweeb-prince:

recoveryofabrokenteen:

am3r1c4n-tr4g3dy:

cocaine-d-r-e-a-m-i-n-g:

sleepinginonmonday:

hyperscraps:

angelofthehomosexuals:


ard3nt:


this is how I learned to stop doing it, people should reblog this. 


this is actually important


Hey look self harm advice that acknowledges that there’s more than two reasons that people do it
applauds

Reblogging this because my followers might be helped from this

This saved me.

I am forever going to reblog this post. Even if it isn’t really quality. I know from personal things that this NEEDS to be spread around Tumblr. If you don’t reblog this at least once I can guarantee I will judge you. Rebloging this could help someone out.

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wow i needed this

dweeb-prince:

recoveryofabrokenteen:

am3r1c4n-tr4g3dy:

cocaine-d-r-e-a-m-i-n-g:

sleepinginonmonday:

hyperscraps:

angelofthehomosexuals:

ard3nt:

this is how I learned to stop doing it, people should reblog this. 

this is actually important

Hey look self harm advice that acknowledges that there’s more than two reasons that people do it

applauds

Reblogging this because my followers might be helped from this

This saved me.

I am forever going to reblog this post. Even if it isn’t really quality. I know from personal things that this NEEDS to be spread around Tumblr. If you don’t reblog this at least once I can guarantee I will judge you. Rebloging this could help someone out.

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wow i needed this

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It may seem that when I forget to call or text

that I’ve forgotten about you

And I tell myself it is because I’m young

and independent 

and proud

but remember that when you go to bed at night

and you’re lost in your dreams that you can’t remember

I’m awake and unable to sleep

And I lay in bed

day dreaming at night

about the next day

when I’ll see you again


mentallistic:

wallflower-punk97:

skinny0minnie:

avo-ca:

crystalseawaves:

frosty-bliss:

oceankids:

summer-avenue:

0riginal-sluts:

this is my brother two years ago. we were at the park, just me and him, and he turned to me and said “kayla, don’t you ever wish there were no bad people in the world?” i thought it to be a funny thing for a 5 year old to say, but shrugged it off. last year, he didnt come home from school, we thought that being only in grade prep, he might’ve decided to go home with his bestfriend without telling us, but he didn’t.  the school confirmed they saw him get on his school bus after the bell rang. but thats all we knew, the bus driver said that he had gotten off a stop early, my mother was frantically searching the neighbourhood for him. we never found him. it’s been two years and we’re still looking for him, he was such a beautiful boy, and i cant help but think the worst. he could be anywhere in the world by now, so please, reblog this, no matter where you’re from, you could save a life. xx

if you dont reblog this i have no respect for you. help save a child’s life.

this literally breaks my heart

fuck kony, SEARCH FOR THIS LITTLE FELLA NOW,

oh my gosh, i got goosebumps and my eyes watered :( i can’t even imagine the sickning feeling of losing my 9 year old brother, let’s hope he is fine, he’s a beautiful boy <3

why must the world be so shit. i hope you come back, cutie x

I have to reblog this…I have a little sister.

yes this is urgent and we should reblog it, but don’t fucking shame people who dont reblog this, and certainly don’t say “fuck kony, SEARCH FOR THIS FELLA NOW” because kony is still a terrible person doing awful things to hundreds of kids so please don’t fucking say that

before you scroll past this, think about if this happend to you. Reblog because this doesnt deserve to happen to anyone. This family needs support. forever reblog<3 

mentallistic:

wallflower-punk97:

skinny0minnie:

avo-ca:

crystalseawaves:

frosty-bliss:

oceankids:

summer-avenue:

0riginal-sluts:

this is my brother two years ago. we were at the park, just me and him, and he turned to me and said “kayla, don’t you ever wish there were no bad people in the world?” i thought it to be a funny thing for a 5 year old to say, but shrugged it off. last year, he didnt come home from school, we thought that being only in grade prep, he might’ve decided to go home with his bestfriend without telling us, but he didn’t.  the school confirmed they saw him get on his school bus after the bell rang. but thats all we knew, the bus driver said that he had gotten off a stop early, my mother was frantically searching the neighbourhood for him. we never found him. it’s been two years and we’re still looking for him, he was such a beautiful boy, and i cant help but think the worst. he could be anywhere in the world by now, so please, reblog this, no matter where you’re from, you could save a life. xx

if you dont reblog this i have no respect for you. help save a child’s life.

this literally breaks my heart

fuck kony, SEARCH FOR THIS LITTLE FELLA NOW,

oh my gosh, i got goosebumps and my eyes watered :( i can’t even imagine the sickning feeling of losing my 9 year old brother, let’s hope he is fine, he’s a beautiful boy <3

why must the world be so shit. i hope you come back, cutie x
I have to reblog this…I have a little sister.

yes this is urgent and we should reblog it, but don’t fucking shame people who dont reblog this, and certainly don’t say “fuck kony, SEARCH FOR THIS FELLA NOW” because kony is still a terrible person doing awful things to hundreds of kids so please don’t fucking say that

before you scroll past this, think about if this happend to you. Reblog because this doesnt deserve to happen to anyone. This family needs support. forever reblog<3 

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gurprasadh:

You walk into your house everyday. You see your family. You are a mother, a sister, a brother, a father, a cousin, a lover, a daughter, a son. You have your dark days and days that are light. You read stories about atrocities, slander, rapes, slaughters, bombings-everything. You may be the one reading, watching from a far. You may not be hurt. But you still are the victim.
“Hold a candle in your hand and whisper the name of more than 4,000 Sikh men and women killed in 1984”. Women were raped, beaten, taken away from their families, burned alive and most of all humiliated. Mothers clutched their children too frightened to flee the mobs of iron rods, whilst blood curdling slogans of “We shall avenge blood with blood” were cried out by the atrocious Indian Congress.
Kaurs like fifteen year old Harpreet Kaur, who was taken into custody while riding her bike in Amritsar. Bhenji was tortured in her cell, where brutality and suffering came the worse for these women. Bibi Amandeep Kaur, Bibi Gurmeet Kaur to even young girls at the age of seven-taken away from their families and killed by Indian police.
How many corpses, wrapped in bloodstained white sheets lay in the different compounds? This was our family. These were our sisters, mothers, brothers, fathers-killed and abandoned without justice.
How is this ethical? More importantly, I began to realize how much I don’t think about the immortality of 1984. I do not do anything about it. If Dashmesh Pita ji declared us lions, why do we not roar? Why do we hide? #suffering #sikhgenocide #educateyourself #ensaaf

Never be an inactive bystander. 

gurprasadh:

You walk into your house everyday. You see your family. You are a mother, a sister, a brother, a father, a cousin, a lover, a daughter, a son. You have your dark days and days that are light. You read stories about atrocities, slander, rapes, slaughters, bombings-everything. You may be the one reading, watching from a far. You may not be hurt. But you still are the victim.

“Hold a candle in your hand and whisper the name of more than 4,000 Sikh men and women killed in 1984”. Women were raped, beaten, taken away from their families, burned alive and most of all humiliated. Mothers clutched their children too frightened to flee the mobs of iron rods, whilst blood curdling slogans of “We shall avenge blood with blood” were cried out by the atrocious Indian Congress.

Kaurs like fifteen year old Harpreet Kaur, who was taken into custody while riding her bike in Amritsar. Bhenji was tortured in her cell, where brutality and suffering came the worse for these women. Bibi Amandeep Kaur, Bibi Gurmeet Kaur to even young girls at the age of seven-taken away from their families and killed by Indian police.

How many corpses, wrapped in bloodstained white sheets lay in the different compounds? This was our family. These were our sisters, mothers, brothers, fathers-killed and abandoned without justice.

How is this ethical? More importantly, I began to realize how much I don’t think about the immortality of 1984. I do not do anything about it. If Dashmesh Pita ji declared us lions, why do we not roar? Why do we hide? #suffering #sikhgenocide #educateyourself #ensaaf

Never be an inactive bystander. 

(via zehnaseeb-mp)


fragileminded:

hiddlestonhug:

laylacon:

tropical-cave:

tropical-cave:

brianmchale:

welcometomylifeex3:

raquelsh0lding0ntillmay:

foundmywaywheniwaslost:

alittledoseofsunshine:

sort-of-un-balanced:

I posted this three times tonight and had three people tell me that I helped save their life. Thank you to those people who have decided to struggle through to let us enjoy the gift of one more day of their prescence gracing us all. I hope that you all reblog this, to save another few. Because we all dserve another chance and hope in life. I went to the hospital 6 times before I decided to keep my life but I hope none of you suffer that much. And I hope you all can make that scary, seemingly painful, blind, hoping, wonderful step to live.
I want to help you in any way I can. ANYTHING. I mean it. If I had had someone stay with me and text me or talk to me all night, just one time, it would have changed my life. I know how hard those nights can be.
&lt;3,
Love,
Emily

^I love this girl more than words can express.  

foundmywaywheniwaslost: I am always here if anyone ever needs to talk/vent. You have a purpose, Please Stay Alive. &lt;3

Not just for tonight but for the rest of your life. You have so much to look forward to in the future that if you choose to kill yourself, it will be the biggest mistake of your life. You’re going to miss out on people you’ll never be able to meet, kids you’ll never have, a partner to love or partys to go to. There’s just too much that you’ll miss out on. You deserve and have the right to be here as much as the person next to you does. You’re just a drop in the ocean. You were meant to be here and you have a purpose. Don’t ever forget that. And if you feel like you don’t, just believe in yourself because you do. If you ever feel worthless or like shit, know that I love you and those dicks that tell you shit are jealous that you’re who you are because there’s something about you that they wish they could have. Please stay strong and never give up because things DO GET BETTER.

3rd time I reblog this xx

Keep your self awake, I hope your here to stay. This day is not yet over, let me be your four leaf clover.

Reblogged it and queued it so it’ll post tomorrow too. And the next day and the next so I hope I can save someone. We all love you.

someone messaged me this morning saying it helped and thanked me, so im reblogging this again, and queuing it. stay strong guys. 

I reblog this whenever I see it. If you don’t reblog it, unfollow me right now. If you don’t care enough to put this simple picture on your blog, I’m judging you.

The very first time that I reblogged this, I had someone message me the next day saying that because of me, they didn’t kill themself. From then on whenever I see anything like this on Tumblr it’s an instant reblog for me. After receiving that message it just changed something in me. Whenever anyone I see on my dash is having thoughts of self-harm or even suicide, I automatically go to their page and offer them even just an ear to listen. Nearly all of them I receive messages back from saying that they are grateful, and they end up sharing their story with me, and in return I give them advice as best I can. Several of them have said that their lives have gotten much better because they opened up and sought out help.
Out of those people, I’d say at least 5  have even gone so far as to say that they didn’t kill themself because of me. That is, I kid you not, the best feeling in the world.

I needed this reminder. 

fragileminded:

hiddlestonhug:

laylacon:

tropical-cave:

tropical-cave:

brianmchale:

welcometomylifeex3:

raquelsh0lding0ntillmay:

foundmywaywheniwaslost:

alittledoseofsunshine:

sort-of-un-balanced:

I posted this three times tonight and had three people tell me that I helped save their life. Thank you to those people who have decided to struggle through to let us enjoy the gift of one more day of their prescence gracing us all. I hope that you all reblog this, to save another few. Because we all dserve another chance and hope in life. I went to the hospital 6 times before I decided to keep my life but I hope none of you suffer that much. And I hope you all can make that scary, seemingly painful, blind, hoping, wonderful step to live.

I want to help you in any way I can. ANYTHING. I mean it. If I had had someone stay with me and text me or talk to me all night, just one time, it would have changed my life. I know how hard those nights can be.

<3,

Love,

Emily

^I love this girl more than words can express.  

foundmywaywheniwaslost: I am always here if anyone ever needs to talk/vent. You have a purpose, Please Stay Alive. <3

Not just for tonight but for the rest of your life. You have so much to look forward to in the future that if you choose to kill yourself, it will be the biggest mistake of your life. You’re going to miss out on people you’ll never be able to meet, kids you’ll never have, a partner to love or partys to go to. There’s just too much that you’ll miss out on. You deserve and have the right to be here as much as the person next to you does. You’re just a drop in the ocean. You were meant to be here and you have a purpose. Don’t ever forget that. And if you feel like you don’t, just believe in yourself because you do. If you ever feel worthless or like shit, know that I love you and those dicks that tell you shit are jealous that you’re who you are because there’s something about you that they wish they could have. Please stay strong and never give up because things DO GET BETTER.

3rd time I reblog this xx

Keep your self awake, I hope your here to stay. This day is not yet over, let me be your four leaf clover.

Reblogged it and queued it so it’ll post tomorrow too. And the next day and the next so I hope I can save someone. We all love you.

someone messaged me this morning saying it helped and thanked me, so im reblogging this again, and queuing it. stay strong guys. 

I reblog this whenever I see it. If you don’t reblog it, unfollow me right now. If you don’t care enough to put this simple picture on your blog, I’m judging you.

The very first time that I reblogged this, I had someone message me the next day saying that because of me, they didn’t kill themself. From then on whenever I see anything like this on Tumblr it’s an instant reblog for me. After receiving that message it just changed something in me. Whenever anyone I see on my dash is having thoughts of self-harm or even suicide, I automatically go to their page and offer them even just an ear to listen. Nearly all of them I receive messages back from saying that they are grateful, and they end up sharing their story with me, and in return I give them advice as best I can. Several of them have said that their lives have gotten much better because they opened up and sought out help.

Out of those people, I’d say at least 5  have even gone so far as to say that they didn’t kill themself because of me. That is, I kid you not, the best feeling in the world.

I needed this reminder. 

(via zehnaseeb-mp)


And she got the tattoo and she pierced her nose and she tried to smoke and with her new-found freedom she did all the things she knew she couldn’t do before; all so that he could return to her, even if it was to yell at her.  


Thanksgiving

I’m thankful that I have a family to come home to.  No matter how crazy they drive me I can always count on them.  

I’m thankful for my parents.  My mom is a support system built into a woman.  With her, I feel like the world is ours.  She’s never stopped believing in me no matter how big I dreamed. And my dad, although a bit of a comedian, loves me endlessly. I don’t think there’s a man out there who loves his children more than my dad. Thank you.

I’m thankful that I can spend another thanksgiving with my grandparents.  My grandma is the most determined and strongest woman and my grandpa is the most adorable old man in the world! As saddening as it is, I’m afraid they’re growing older, and I’m so thankful that I can spend time with them now. Thank you.

I’m thankful for my sister. I’m thankful I had a best friend to grow up with.  Someone who challenged me and loved me and made me bring her a cup of water everyday even if she was right next to the kitchen.  My sister and I are best friends the way we were when we were in elementary school and I’m so happy I can share all my moments with her. Thank you.

I’m also thankful for the second family it seems I’ve gained.  I’m thankful for my boyfriend who introduced me to a different world of love, family, and home.  It’s a good feeling when you meet someone and can envision your life with them and their family.  Thank you.

I’m thankful for my roommates.  I can’t even imagine college without these peeps.  Being away from home is sometimes saddening, but it’s so much more manageable when you’re roommates become your 2nd, 3rd, 4th…sisters.  There is way too much love for a college apartment.  Thank you.

I’m also thankful for all the relationships I’ve had. As odd as this is, I’ve grown so much because of them and I can only thank them for continuing to be my friend and supporting me even through the hardships we’ve been through.  I cannot express my gratitude enough. Thank you.

I’m thankful for UCSD.  I am now pre-med and it’s all thanks to the opportunities I’ve found at UCSD.  I now have a purpose and a goal in life.  It’s comforting and challenging.  Thank you.

I’m thankful for dance.  I’ve found something that makes me so happy and keeps me in semi-good shape.  Thank you. 

Lastly, I’m thankful for my health.  At the end of the day, that’s all that really matters.  That you’re healthy and alive.  I couldn’t be more thankful for that.  Thank you. 


Hope

Restored.  Finally.