Asking for help is a GOOD thing.

I am seriously using EVERY SINGLE TAG I use for this, because this is important. A cry for help should not EVER be ignored, and the person ASKING for help should never be made to feel like they are somehow LESS for NEEDING that help.

If you are shot, you go to a doctor. If you break an arm or a leg, you go to the doctor. You don’t feel ashamed for needing help THEN, why should you when the pain is INSIDE you? When it is a literally LIFE THREATENING injury/illness? And yes, people, it IS life threatening. Or do you think they were just playing with the noose around their neck? Or the bullet hole in their head? Or maybe the slit wrists and the mountain of fucking pills in their stomach.

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE.

Do you know WHY so many people don’t get the help they need? Because there are dickholes out there who are mocking them. Who dismiss the cries for help as a “phase” until the person finally gets to the point where they think “why bother?”

And then those same assholes have the nerve to say “I don’t understand…what happened?”

YOU happened, asshole. You and the rest of society who have pushed them down one too many times, without even a backwards glance, much less a helping hand to get them back on their feet.

Their blood is on YOUR hands. And don’t you EVER fucking forget it.

 

**Note: To those of you who actually reach out to those who need help, this is NOT directed at you. And please, never change that part of you. We need more people like you.**

First off… no one panic, I’m not suicidal. Yes, I get down and feel like wtf is the point at times. I hate having to work when I know life is short and I’m not happy at my job and I keep thinking.. no one cares. If I died tomorrow, there’d be some poor schmuck […]

via Suicide… 4 words: Listen, I need help! — Kawanee’s Korner

Random showing off post.

Decided to take a few random pictures, and I suddenly remembered this little pretty. Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between or neither, allow me to introduce Style:

 

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One of my best friends gave her to me. Bought her at some trade show thing, I think. It’s been a couple years, I don’t remember for sure. I’m not sure how much use she’d actually be – I don’t know how strong the blade is – but she’s a pretty little thing.

[Sharing Saturday] The Witch’s Café´& other news

Hello folks!

Okay, so, I had planned on updating ‘When Love Dies’ this weekend, but I discovered a few features of wordpress that I hadn’t noticed before, so now I have some organizing and rearranging to do.

In the meantime, please enjoy the short story I wrote for my Creative Writing course and be sure to let me know what you think.

The Witch’s Café

Based on this writing prompt:

“I’m sick of magical worlds with no technology. I want fairy run coffee shops where you can get a latte with a shot of charisma, because you’ve got a big presentation you’re worried about, or witches working at Apple selling phones that automatically appear in your pocket if you accidentally leave it somewhere, or psychics running hair salons who always know how you want your hair to look, or aura reader therapists. I just really want normalized magic in modern society.”



Feedback is always welcome.

The magic of Gackt.

For those of you who are not familiar with the artist Gackt, he is a Japanese rock singer. Lovely voice, gorgeous everything, but good lord, the man cannot dance, and some of his videos are just…no.

I introduced a new friend to Gackt’s music tonight. Warned him about the videos. He went watching anyway. He was lucky. He found the videos that weren’t “No.”. I had to point him to one of my favorite “WTF” videos of his. It’s the music video for “Vanilla” (feel free to look it up for a giggle). His reaction was as follows:

“HE WENT SUPER SAIYAN!!!”

Yes. Yes he did.