spreekillerfanforlife:

savwillbeskinny:

analovesyou2017:

irishbabay:

sprinkle-dicks:

piercethefvck:

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

Just in case you don’t think it can actually save a life, this is a message I got in my inbox after reblogging this post

I don’t care what the theme of your blog is. Reblog this.

I always reblog and then add it to my queue

🖤

@weilandworld

maggie-stiefvater:

delightfulsepsis:

nunyabizni:

badsciencejokes:

badsciencejokes:

the-quiet-priestess:

blackheartseverywhere:

badsciencejokes:

…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

I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind

The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.

I’m glad you’re here.

It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.

I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.

Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.

walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good – i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other – i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon 🙂 hope you like x’. 

no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb. 

Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood. 

The power of small gestures goes both ways.

captofthesswolfstar:

honeyedukes:

wolfstarismyhorcrux:

irishwolf-and-slytherinstar:

Setting Things Right

Dumbledore looked up in mild surprise as the door to his office slammed open revealing a very irate Minerva McGonagall on the other side. “Well good evening to you too Minerva, was there something I could help you with?” He greeted before returning his attention to the parchment in front of him.

“Oh, you will help alright Albus, because if you don’t I will be leaving this school.” Minerva seethed, her magic prickling through the air. “I just went and checked on Harry, he is getting pulled out of the Dursleys home tonight and you are going down to the Ministry to provide evidence that Sirius was not the Potter’s secret keeper.”

Setting his quill to the side Dumbledore gave Minerva his full attention. “We’ve talked about this before. It will be useful to have Harry safe with family, and the only way to do that is to make sure Sirius cannot step in and activate his rights as his magical guardian.”

“Those lines you fed me two years ago when we handed a baby over to the muggles won’t fly any longer, Albus!” Minerva snapped before taking a breath to calm her magic. “His loving family is keeping a three-year-old starving and in a closet barely big enough for a pair of shoes, much less a living child.”

Albus had the grace to look ashamed in the face of Minerva’s anger, but he did not change his stance. “I feared something like that may happen. From what I remember of Vernon and Petunia they were very anti-magic the one time I got to meet them. Still, there are protections he gets from being around his family that he cannot get any other way.”

Pulling a sheath of papers from inside her robes, Minerva walked over and dropped the scrolls in front of Albus. “Those are requests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for me to join their staff in the fall. If you don’t fix this tonight Albus then I will and it will be the last thing I do before I leave your company for good.”

“Now Minerva, I’m sure we can discuss this like adults.” Dumbledore pressed quietly.

“No Albus, I’m done talking. Either you make a Wizards Oath to fix this tonight or I’m leaving.”

Dumbledore studied the woman in front of him for a moment before nodding solemnly and picking up his wand. “I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, swear on my magic to go to the Minister tonight and start the proceedings to get Sirius freed from Azkaban so Harry can be returned to his rightful place in Sirius’ home.”

Minerva watched Albus’ magic flare around his hand before settling in a faint shimmering band around his wrist. Once that was done she nodded coldly at him, “I’m glad you made the right choice. Now I am going to collect Harry from those awful muggles and take him home to stay with me and Lucile until Sirius can come to collect him. And while I’m at it I will send Remus an owl inviting him for tea, he deserves to hear the full story before it gets out through other sources.”

“That is probably for the best.” Dumbledore sighed, taking off his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. “I will send an owl over once I have finished at the Ministry.”

Without another word to Albus Minerva nodded and spun on her heel to step into the fireplace, tossing a handful of floo powder in front of her as she shouted Loch Loyal Manor and disappeared.

{{part 1 of 5}}

OMG THIS IS SOOOOO GOOD, I WOULD LOVE TO SEE MORE 💕💕💕💕

PLEASE LINK TO PARTS 2-5

@honeyedukes they arent out yet, dear.

And yes, I know waiting is such sweet torture…

*pokes Dray* write faster, we need stuff.

captofthesswolfstar:

Nope! Just Lucy! Lucy Quinn.

Low key after this Harley Quinn comic –

saltylittleslytherin:

James: *after him and marauders run off another one of Mcgonagall’s substitutes* Who do we have to suck up to now?

Mcgonagall: That would be me

Marauders: *turn around* Mcgongall?

Mcgongall: I’ve been gone for two weeks. Two weeks. And you ran off two people! I’ve got people phoning me at home, screaming telling me my students are Rosemary’s babies! Nobody wants you! Do you think I have time for this? I am sick! I’m supposed to be on bed rest. I’m supposed to be healing. I’m supposed to be calm. Do I look calm to you? Did I raise you fools to be pariahs?

captofthesswolfstar:

thricedefied31oct81:

captofthesswolfstar:

This super dangerous advice about how to help someone who is having a panic attack is circling the internet and I am SHOOK by how wrong it is.

FOR FUCKS SAKE NO!!!!

DO NOT – I REPEAT – !!!! DO NOT !!!! TOUCH SOMEONE WHO IS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION!!

DONT TOUCH ANYONE WITHOUT PERMISSION BUT ESPECIALLY NOT SOMEONE WHO IS PANICKING!! THEY MAY BE HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING OR YOU MAY FRIGHTEN THEM MORE! DO. NOT. TOUCH!

And saying “they may resist at first but they will relax” is just….I’m having a panic attack thinking about this!!!

1. Get down to their level and try to make eye contact.

2. Speak gently to them and ask “is it alright if I touch you?”

3. If they say YES, slowly touch their shoulder, knee or hand in a gentle and non threatening manner.

4. Ask again “IS THIS OKAY”

5. instruct them to breathe. Take a breath in for 4 counts and blow out for 8.

6. Ask them questions. What day is it? What year? Ask them to look around the room and see how many circles they can find or any sort of patterns.

7. Ask them “can I hug you? Would that help?”

ASK WHAT YOU CAN DO TO HELP!!!

NEVER EVER EVER EVVVVEEERRRRRR HUG SOMEONE MID PANIC ATTACK WITHOUT PERMISSION HOLY SHIT BALLS

A a psychology major I can tell you this is actually how Professors taught us to approach a patient who’s having a panic attack during therapy

For clarification, they told you the way in the screen shot or the way I corrected it?