@makenna-melon

suicide hotline 1-800-273-8255 1 person ends their life every 40 seconds will u take the time to reblog this & possibly save one of them?

Honestly, anyone who has to rely on putting other people down can just go stand in front of their house and wait for the garbage truck to pick them up and take them right where they belong.

You're a fucking chode. A useless pile of fandom trash. Your "character" hasn't even made an appearance for more than 4 minutes. I can see how you relate to Steven though, If I was your mom, I'd want be dead too.

You see here, almost definitely hate art blog supporter, I may be a chode, but you support somebody who’s choices in life have led them to insult other people’s art to feel superior. Perhaps you should relax and realize this is a roleplay blog of a kids show. I think a kids show is a tad more tame than hating on someone for the art that they work hard on. Not to mention, “want be dead” happens to be incorrect. It is “want to be dead”. If I bother you so, I suggest you turn off anonymous and speak to me, whether over private messages or over asks and posts.

Yo dawg your account been hacked

Apparently so.

Usually I either just scream really loudly or use those fake swears from cartoons. Sometimes both at the same time.

how do people not swear??? like where does their anger go?? how do they show their enthusiasm??? what if they stub their toe??? like saying golly gosh isn’t really gonna cut it barbara 

#SaveSoos!

- Princess Marco Probably.

Maybe the real seretonin was the friends we made along the way 😊

@the-fish-guy owns my serotonin. lol

I know that before you mentioned that it was recommended that each team had one glass of each element, but is that an actual official rule or more of a just a recommendation for the team to work better and be more diverse? Like, could you have a team of all one element or something?

…I almost killed myself

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The milkshake saved my life