shiny-rhydon:

wallcrawler-exmachina:

pwapboi:

centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. discuss.

Oh. This. I don’t like this.

No exoskeleton. Next.

washing my hands of 2018

some things i need to get out of me before my new year can start fresh.

my best friend and i had a bad falling out in 2017 which ended with her stealing some of my things from our apartment while i wasn’t home. she later tried to get me to ignore those actions and talk to her again by sending me a sonogram photo of the baby she has with her former boss at the job she was forced to leave because of a different inappropriate work relationship. she has since reactivated her social media and is now pals with a person unfortunately in my life who has harassed me, and who we’ve mutually hated and judged their infinite horrible actions. their most recent action? faking postpartum depression to get a 6 week leave from her fiancé’s family business, only to secretly be working at a second job instead. the fiancé’s family is also my SO’s family, therefore also my family. this is not the first time she’s fucked over the family. “family comes first” is bullshit.

my on/off ex of 7 years completely fucked me over even long after our breakup. emotionally and financially. it took 2 years for me to refinance my student loans because after i couldn’t remove my name from our lease after leaving him, he didn’t pay rent and left a $2K collection on my credit. i’m barely getting by, and he’s a new dad now. i’m sad for the future of humanity.

i pay attention to people i shouldn’t because it’s extremely hard for me to witness shitty behavior from afar and watch everyone who should do something about it do nothing. december was the best month of my year. social media is a lie. a lot of people are trash. i learned to care less. i continue to avoid the hype. best wishes.🖐🏻✨

#avoidthehype2019

skelatal-remains:

torios:

anotherdayforchaosfay:

mamalizmas:

dreamlightasafeather:

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

Here is an example video

Reblog to literally save a life

I’ve done this.  I’m alive because of this. 

My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her.  She had passed out in her room and locked the door.  He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex.  He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”.  He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge.  I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking.  He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”.  Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report.  Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me.  Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison.  The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen. 

This was 14 years ago.  

Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can.  The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:

“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.”  I said I want extra mushrooms.

“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.”  I said I want onions.

She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.

They’ve heard this sort of coded call before.  They’re trained for it.  They will understand what you’re saying.  Order the pizza.

Really though. I’m in training for dispatch and this was one of the first things they taught us. Pretend you’re talking to a friend or relative, pretend you’re ordering pizza, we’ll figure it out. We’ll word questions so you can answer in an easy, casual way. Please, just make the call and we will do everything we can to help you.

Reblog to save a life

PASS THIS ON.

queen-nubiana:

The first transgender suicide hotline is now up and running in the U.S. You can reach Trans Lifeline at 877-565-8860.

(Source: wydauntiedee)