Panda Will Murder You When You Sleep

pumpkinappearifier:

selfdoubtandsyphilis:

dankestrnemes:

do animals think in english or in the sounds they make

this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for

no its like in pokemon.

Inside the head of a giraffe:

“Giraffe! gir giraffe giraffe, giraffe. GIRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAFFFFFEEEEE”

Yahoo! must be so proud to have spent 1.1 billion dollars to a page where we are discssing about animal sounds.

henryandhisbrain:

Dear Yahoo,

If you would like Tumblr users to like you, remove the post limit and word limit on messages.

If you place ads on our dash or charge for use every month, there will be a war. You have an army. We have a hulk.

Regards

Tumblr Users

I just had to write this to somewhere.

This is nothing meant to be funny, this isn’t anything about any fandom. This is purely just story of who i am, what bullying does to person, and what happens when you are lonely enough. This is story about me.

I have always been bullied as long as I can remember, because I was “annoying”. I laughed too much, I hugged people, I tried to be friends with everyone, and I was loud, always telling what I think about everything.
So bullying started in pre-school. It was first just calling by names, and leaving out of games and making me play alone. They probably hoped that that would make me silent girl who annoys no-one. But that did not happen. I continued to be myself and they continued to bully me.


Bullying continued in grade school, but I still continued to be myself.Or at least I tried. But bullying got much worse in there. It turned to bit violent, and once I was running away from bullys, and I tripped, my face hitted a rock and my nose broke. I never told anyone that I was runnign away from bullys.
Bullying got worse mentally and physically, and at 5th grade I tought about a suicide once. It was just a tought as i was standing alone on the quiet bridge, feeling the wind on my face. But I did not try to kill myself back then. I tought that I’ll still try to go on. But that tought of leaving everything without anyone knowing stayed in my mind.

At 6th grade I had become a bit mentally unstable. I cried easily, laughed easily, and I got mad easily, and I  didn’t even fear using violence anymore. I was confused about myself, others,and everything. And the bullying continued. That’s when I was very close to start cutting. I once took scirros in my hand, and cutted one big wound in my arm. It felt nice. As if the pain had become physical. But I never cutted again, afraid that someone would find out.

7th was the worst. I couldn’t stand being in school, I couldn’t stand people, and I tried to be as far from people as I could. That was when I tried to do a suicide. I was standing on the bridge. It was winter, and I just stood there as the snow rained on me. I stood there for over an hour. Just looking to nowhere. My eyes didn’t see anything, my brains didn’t think anything, and my heart felt only pain. I stood there in great pain. Not physical, but mental. The pain was crushing. I didn’t cry out loud, but tears were quietly rolling down my cheeks. Then I tought that that was the right time. Time to step away. Time to leave this pain. I climbed over the fenceand stood on the edge, ready to take the last step.
I stood there for another awhile. I was looking at the sky, and the wind had got stronger. Ans as I stood there, I slowly started realizing that this wasn’t right. This wasn’t what I should do. And as I tought that, I climbed back, and I walked away from that bridge. I walked to a forest, where I sat alone, crying. I cried and I slowly came to realize how near my death had been.


After that I moved to another city, to live with my mother. I started in a new school. I started my life again. But not as a same person. I am not the same person as I had been. I have become a person whose feelings you can never see. I don’t smile,I don’t laugh. I don’t cry, or I don’t shout. I have friends, but they don’t know what happened, and that I wasn’t always like this. They say that I look usually very sad. I answer that I’m not. My face is emotionless. I am quiet, and I like to be alone. I haven’t hugged anyone for years.
I have killed my emotions.
I can’t love or hate anyone.

I am able toshow emotions when I’m alone,but if someone sees, even when I want I can’t show my emotions.

This is what bullying does to a person.
Do you want anyone to become like me?
Do you want anyone to lose their ability to have fun with others, love, or hate?

Never. Bully. Anyone.
It destroys their lives.

I just watched Angel Beats!….

I have an annoucement.

I am actually an oreo. But I have been working hard for years so that one day i could become a panda. I have always wanted to be a panda, and now, that it’s so close, with right support, I might be able to become one. With a little more work, with a little more support my dream may become true.
EVERYONE. Follow your dreams.

ostracizedpoodle:

favour1te:

ostracizedpoodle:

ive seen things 

how many things?

8

That’s quite lot of things.

It’s possible.

What is we are all The Sims characters in someone’s PC, and when we play The Sims we actually create another universe and control it?