[THE REAL HERO.]

thecryptographer:

amandavonpanda DO NOT FORGET THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND UNIQUE DEATHROSE IN A WORLD OF SHITCOVEREDSUNFLOWERS AND KEEP YOUR HEAD UP AND YOUR FOCUS ON BEING AWESOME AND DOING BAD BITCH STUFF. ALSO THANKS FOR BUYING ME SLUSHIES AND MEDITERRANEAN FOOD AND WATCHING AMERICAN HORROR STORY WITH ME. YOU ARE LIKE THE BATMAN TO MY HOUSTON.

a beautiful and unique death rose eh? -sniggering- I love you bro. Thanks for keeping my sanity in check.

aptly fitting

And that maybe tonight, I’ll have to sleep alone
Even though I’d much rather be held
And then maybe, we only try to fall in love
To have something to do
But that’s a lonely and tasteless and bitter excuse
When you’re starving to death even fingers will do
Cutting out our own organs and limbs to make fuel
For a ship that’s set sail with an underfed crew
And the paperboy’s there and the butcher and you
And we navigate, lost in our vessel of glue
And banana peel vinyl, and driftwood and muse
Tossing violently in your sleep
As you move through this simmering ocean
Of broken heart stew

http://depressionresource.tumblr.com/post/100508371890/artoftabby-some-things-that-i-found-helpful

artoftabby:

Some things that I found helpful regarding emotional intelligence, anxiety / stress relief, as well as better communication. Bold and underlined text are direct links, tho it is important to realize that though articles and tools online can help you they won’t fix you by…

The internet is magic. I just posted about an anxiety attack and this was right beneath it. Thank you for doing this thing tumblr dash.

Listening to ‘An Evening With Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer’, trying to manage my demons and wondering why I was cursed to suffer through sleepless nights and panic attacks with no name to identify them with.

I know there’s nothing wrong.

It’s just my fears eating away at me.

The aftermath of actions I wonder if in my heart I will ever be able to let go of. It’s been some time. Since the last time. So why panic now. I’ve felt it all week, but not wanted to acknowledge it. I tried refusing it entry into my head space. But here it is, the ugly beast of memory and fears that the past repeats.

Brb. Gonna clean house and try to tell myself everything is ok.

equality-not-revenge:

lucifernix:

aestheticstateofmind:

I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.

My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god. I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.That is how religion should be. For everyone.

This is such a beautiful message.

equality-not-revenge:

lucifernix:

aestheticstateofmind:

I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.

My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.

My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.

She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god.

I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.

That is how religion should be. For everyone.

This is such a beautiful message.

Confessions Of A Sex Shop Worker Volume 7-ish

I’ve been meaning to write about this since it happened on Tuesday.

In one of my previous posts I stated that sometimes we wind up accidentally playing people’s therapists. Sometimes we get trolled. I’m not sure which one is the case with this incident.

Tuesday.

Be training some noobs.

Phone rings.

Greet customer over phone.

Distressed dude.

"Uhm. Uh. This is so awkward."

"That’s okay, just be blunt. I’ll try to help you."

"So are you familiar with *mumble mumble something that sounds like EDC*?"

"EDC, the Electric Daisy Carnival?"

(Thinking to myself, oh man, this conversation could be headed anyyyywhere.)

"Uhm. No. Sorry. BBC. Big black cock. Oh god."

"Like are you looking for DVDS in that catagory?"

"Not exactly. Uhm. My girlfriend. We’ve been together for like 3 years and today out of the blue she tells me, it’s her fantasy to suck a bbc. I’m just trying to figure out what to do."

"Oh. Well, I can see how that would be unsettling. So where do I come in on this? Were you wanting to buy her a realistic toy?"

"Actually, no. Not really. I wanted to see if you guys carried the Fleshlight strokers, because she wants the real thing and I’m white. *rambles on about how shocked and dismayed he is, while sliding in comments about how races should stick together."

Me: 

Dude keeps talking a while, and at first I was sympathetic till he pulled the white is right race card. Then I told him he should just focus on moving forward with his life, and not worrying about the color of people’s skin.

"Well what in the hell does that mean. You’re white right? How can you say that? White people should stick together!"

"Sir, I’m white, not a racist asshole. I also date a hispanic man, so I can’t really say I agree about ‘sticking to our own kind.’ I love the guy. It seems like you have a lot of problems that you should examine and not blame another person for."

"You’re a traitor to your race you stupid bitch."

"Thanks, btw, our fleshlights are $120.00, have a great day!"

Hang up.

Newbies just staring at me like what the fuck did we just sign up for.

I just shrug.

One day I will write a best selling novel about this job. I swear it.