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mlloydart:

Chalk Art by David Zinn

I love this.

The world is in need of more beautiful weirdness like this.

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I want a marriage like this.

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gayindustrialcomplex:

reblog if you are sorry ms. jackson and also are for real

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if countries were students

Australia: The class clown who makes everyone laugh
America: The jock who loves themselves and everyone secretly hates
Canada: The nice person who offers to show you around on your first day
England: The hot boy everybody wants to bang because he's a gentlemen
New Zealand: Australia's little brother who is the only one who thinks Australia sucks
The Netherlands: That high kid in the back that everyone just ignores
France: The romantic playboy who hangs around England too much
China: The overly smart kid who puts his hand up for every question
Russia: The scary large kid that nobody talks to because they'll probably get stabbed

boredomandstuff:

southparksexcanons:

alright, tumblr, i have a juicy new story for you.

heres the story: in lake central high school, in a town very near to mine, former student Mike Doss’s father recently passed away. in order to sustain his family he had to quit school and get a job. he only quit school THIS PAST FEBRUARY.

very recently, Doss killed himself. the students of lake central high school repeatedly asked the staff to have a moment of silence on the morning announcements and were told no every time. so they arranged this VERY PEACEFUL sit-in of about 200 students, shown in the video above, to demand a moment of silence. (another student also committed suicide after this sit in, but there is uncertainty over whether there is a connection between the two deaths.)

the video fluctuates in volume and is often hard to hear, so you may want to turn it up.

it opens with many students yelling for silence so the standing female student can request a moment of silence. not only does the principal shoot her down, he doesnt even acknowledge her, telling her “youre not in charge here, i am” and asking the students coldly to take out their school ids. this causes a little bit of a commotion, but when the principal asks for their attention, they give it.

he then begins to express his “disappointment”, to which another student responds, “yeah, were disappointed in you too”. there is NO VIOLENCE AND NO DISRUPTION from this student. the rest of the students cheer for him, but the principal immediately asks police, who are standing nearby, to ARREST THE STUDENT. the other students are very passive and nonviolent, even moving out of the way of the policemen.

the principal then asks for their attention again - WHICH THEY GIVE - and begins to, and quite condescendingly i might add, tell the students that he thinks theyre here because they think its a JOKE! of course, the students are rightly pissed off about this. one girl even yells, “you would do it for anyone else!”

the video ends with a shot of the policemen DRAGGING the young male student away, and the rest of the sit-in cheering for him for standing his ground.

this article in the northwest indiana times gives a little bit more information about the situation, and also caps a note the principal sent to parents about the suicide/sit-in and how the students “did not handle it properly”. the note reads:

"While I refer to what took place Wednesday as a sit-in, it was an incident that involved many mixed emotions, including my own. There is no easy solution when 200 kids decide to create a sit-in within the middle of the school in order to demonstrate a point of view, while making demands. Options could range from yell (and yell louder), make threats, have police arrest them all, suspend them all … etc., all this while trying to reason with emotional teenagers who have defined a personal purpose, but who also need to get back to class.”

get back to class? GET BACK TO CLASS??? these kids are upset and emotional and you want them to GET BACK TO CLASS?????

and what about the option of, i dont know, actually talking to the human beings in front of you, who are hurt and upset and right in their cause? this man has a bachelors degree from wabash college in english, language arts, and teacher education, a masters degree from indiana university in educational leadership and administration, and has been the dean of students at munster high school and the assistant principal/athletic director at lake central high school before becoming the principal. yet, with all this education, he refuses to acknowledge the situation, even going on to call the sit-in a DISRUPTION!

the note continues,

"We have always practiced a different protocol of acknowledgment for a suicide death, which involves minimal publicity in order to not glorify the suicide.

the reason the school would not give this poor kid an announcement and moment of silence is because THEY DONT WANT TO GLORIFY SUICIDE. if a student dies in a car crash and they make an announcement, that doesnt glorify car crashes, and if a student is murdered and they make an announcement, that doesnt glorify murder. but apparently everyone in the public school system has their head shoved too far up their ass to realize that KIDS DO NOT KILL THEMSELVES FOR THE ATTENTION.

and after all this, the principal has the AUDACITY to say that, even after all these students have been through, they need to “get back to class”.

so, what am i asking from you, tumblr? SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE. you wanna know whats wrong with the american school system? its not the pressure, or the grades, or the college. its refusing to acknowledge that kids are human beings, too, with minds and emotions of their own in the first place.

so please, please, please signal boost. tell everyone you know what happened. its making big news in the area, but thats about it. however, this happens everywhere, all the time, and im about sick of it. people need to know, and this is a giant community.

spread this for mike doss, the other unnamed student, and every other child who has committed suicide and gotten no acknowledgement because the schools “dont want to glorify suicide”. its time to do something about it.

some other articles on the sit-in:

http://www.lakecentralnews.com/news/2014/04/02/student-protest-leads-to-grief-forum-possible-memorial-service/#prettyPhoto

http://abclocal.go.com/wls/story?section=news/local/indiana&id=9490598

http://posttrib.suntimes.com/26612911-537/sit-in-over-ex-students-suicide-called-disruption.html

Remind me to never read youtube comments again, they just make me angry

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unskinny:

Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy eating.

Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy wearing.

Stop apologizing for how you prefer to spend your day.

Stop apologizing for the things that make you happy.

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owldee:

calling out slut shaming hells yes

owldee:

calling out slut shaming hells yes

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wayygone:

Never judge a book by its cover.

wayygone:

Never judge a book by its cover.


Idk who I hate more, everyone else… Or myself



I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
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dashuri96:

http://www.inglotcosmetics.com/nails/products/141

this retailer sells a halal nail polish. this allows for oxygen and water to go through the nail, which makes it acceptable to wear during prayer. spread the word. 

“Being a relatively modern creation, nail polish remains obviously unaddressed by early Islamic sources. But the general consensus in the Islamic community is that praying with nail polish is impermissible because of the waterproof barrier it creates on nails, which prevents the wudu ritual from being completed five times a day.” (source)

For any Muslim followers.

^^^^^^^

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The second time I overdosed,
my body couldn’t handle it,
and I threw it all up.
I texted my dad saying,
“I think I took a little too many pills”.

And every time I’ve overdosed,
I always downplay it.
I’ve always tried to act
like it wasn’t a big deal.

That having the urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills
was something daily that normal people do.
My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle
and he shook me to make sure I was awake.
I kept mumbling “I threw it up.. I threw it up..”
while I was drifting off to sleep.
He had to wake me up every 15 minutes
to make sure I was okay.

Let me tell you now,
it is a big deal.

The third time I overdosed,
I slept through first and second period
and passed out in the counselor’s office.
I didn’t want to go to the ER.
I just wanted to go home.
All I wanted to do was sleep.
Again, I just said,
“I think I took too many pills this morning.”

The fifth time I overdosed,
my dad found the empty pill box.
I hallucinated, I had a fever.
I couldn’t move my legs.
All I could do was scream,
“Don’t take me to the hospital this time.
I don’t want to go!”

I became friends with a girl who had overdosed
she’s one of my best friends now
and when I heard she was hospitalized as well,
it just makes me realize how real this problem is.

A couple months ago, another friend of mine overdosed.
Do you realize how fucked up it is,
that I’ve done it so many times
that I know the exact procedure that she’s going to go through?
She messaged me saying,
“I took a bunch of pills,
but I just realized I didn’t want to die.
I don’t know what to do.
Help.”

And I’m screaming at her over the screen
that she should throw it up and call 911
because sometimes when someone you love
decides that they hate the world,
that’s all you can do.
You can’t teleport through the phone.
You can’t travel through the internet.
You can’t be there to hold them
and take them to the hospital.

Your love is not charcoal that can
absorb all their poison in their life.
I know, love that you would have done all you could.
Sometimes words aren’t enough.
Sometimes love isn’t enough.
Sometimes a person needs to try dying
to know that that’s not really what they want.
There’s nothing you could have done.
You’ve done all you could.
Just keep loving them.

But you see the thing is,
I got lucky.
I’ve made it back from 5 overdoses
without a scratch on me.
But that’s not always the case.
My favorite teacher’s stepdaughter
locked herself in her room and overdosed.

To this day,
her stepmother still has a scar on her heart.
To this day,
on the anniversary of her death,
her stepmother still stays home from school
on the anniversary of her death.
Her sister is in a bad mental state,
and so is her biological mother.
Her family has fallen apart.

You overdose because you think
you will get a peaceful release from death.
It’s not peaceful.
It is not like falling asleep.
It is convulsions, vomiting,
muscle spasms, fevers,
and sharp stomach pains.

An overdose is not instant.

Hollywood has you believing,
that an overdose
is how a lady should exit the world.
As quiet as she came in,
Peaceful and unnoticed.

You will go out kicking and screaming
and wishing you hadn’t taken them.

6:03 p.m. (I think I’m done overdosing)

Dedicated to Rae

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