What Happens Once You Kill Yourself? Because I'm Ready To Go.

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Ms. Marvel: No Normal Ms. Marvel (2014-2015) #5

“Perfect just the way I am. I hope so. Because I’ve gotten Vick into even more trouble. And I’ve got to get him out. Albu is right. Bruno was right. I’m not here to be a watered-down version of some other hero… I’m here to be the best version of Kamala. Time to level up. I have tools now. Tools I didn’t have before. It’s a matter of learning how to use them. Learning my strengths. Learning my limitations. Learning how to work with this new body instead of against it. Good is not a thing you are. It’s a thing you do.”

Just. Amazing. Perfect. Like there’s practically nothing to add to it because Kamala just does that amazing of a job. 

g*psy is a racial slur

g*psy is not a synonym for boho, hippie, fashionable, interesting, wanderlust, or anything else in that vein. 

It is a RACIAL. SLUR. If you are not Rromani, do NOT use it. It’s really that simple. We travel because we are forced to. Not because we want to. Many live in forced poverty. If you are not a member of our race, STOP USING A SLUR THAT IS DIRECTED AT US.

*Sorry for the long post, not my usual deal, but this was too good a thing not to share, and too good a point not to make.* Superman is not just a guy who can fly and is super strong who punches things to death. He considers all life precious, even the life of villains. And he cares very deeply for not just his friends and family, but all people. Clark Kent is mortal, he makes mistakes, he makes bad choices sometimes. He has worries, and fears. He’s hardly “perfect”. But what he is, is a symbol. He stands for something. And in a real world gone increasingly wrong, we need what he stands for worse than ever. The real world badly needs a Superman.

And that is why the depiction of Superman in the “Man of Steel” and “Batman v Superman” sucks. Because those movies show a Clark Kent who is selfish, who is brash and reckless, who charges into battle, kills enemies, and destroys property, endangering innocent lives without a second thought. They depict a Clark Kent who barely ever saves anyone. He’s not a hero. And that’s not who Superman is. Superman is a hero, the epitome of a hero. He does what’s right, even though what’s right is rarely ever easy. Doing what’s right has cost Clark a lot.

But Clark helps people, he stands up for the little guy. He doesn’t just save millions from alien invasions and natural disasters. He helps the homeless woman on the street. He helps a kid who’s kitten is in a tree. He takes the time to talk to a stranger who just might be thinking of jumping to their death. Superman loves saving people, because he loves people, he has a lot of compassion and empathy. And THAT’S the difference. What these panels show, illustrates perfectly the kind of person that Clark Kent is. The Clark in those new Superman films, would never even bother with this.

“Y’all like pussy and hate women.”

— Kid Fury, giving y’all this knowledge (via whenandwhereienter)