This blog is to here to help me document my life where I strive to be a philanthropist, world traveler, photographer, helper, lover, and biomedical engineer. I have a pacemaker, family, and God in my life, and I know all things are possible, only if I make them possible. I would absolutely love if anyone wanted to join me on this journey.

UNT Talon. Society of Women Engineers. MTSE major. Christ Always.

8isexual8itch:

datunofficialdisneyprincess:

theincredibleelastigirl:

the-man-and-the-mouse:

even the princesses fangirl over peter
except aurora 
that bitch be faithful

look at phillip though

can you blame her?

Goddamn.Phillip could get the business.

So I went to Disney about a month ago and i got to meet aurora. she asked me and my mom if there were any “princes’” with us today. When I told her that I leaned more toward princesses she looked over at Cinderella sighed and replied with “yeah me too” and I think about that a lot.

8isexual8itch:

datunofficialdisneyprincess:

theincredibleelastigirl:

the-man-and-the-mouse:

even the princesses fangirl over peter

except aurora 

that bitch be faithful

look at phillip though

can you blame her?

Goddamn.
Phillip could get the business.

So I went to Disney about a month ago and i got to meet aurora. she asked me and my mom if there were any “princes’” with us today. When I told her that I leaned more toward princesses she looked over at Cinderella sighed and replied with “yeah me too” and I think about that a lot.

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.

By

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

Dedicated to Rae

(via expresswithsilence)

Shit

  • Me:

    What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.

  • Me:

    NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.

  • Me:

    Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.

  • Me:

    I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT

  • Me:

    Shit is that a cop? No.

  • Me:

    Shit THAT is a cop.

  • Me:

    /dinosaur screams/

queenmerbabe:

tiqachu:

thinksquad:

Singer CeeLo Green took to Twitter today to make an attempt to define what rape is, shortly after pleading no contest for charges that he slipped a woman ecstasy without her consent in 2012

http://www.buzzfeed.com/rachelzarrell/cee-lo-green-says-its-only-rape-if-the-person-is-conscious?bffb

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooow.

So date rape isn’t a thing? Roofies aren’t a thing? Oh okay.

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  • 14 years old:

    I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.

  • 17 years old:

    Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?

  • 21 years old:

    What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?