Me at work.
and then my brain imploded
guys what if
THIS IS THE WORLD WHERE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS RUN BLOGS ABOUT US
I LIKE THIS WORLD.
in this world you can drive like everywhere i’m so jealous
this is a world map for fish
When Marilyn Manson understands the culture and media problem better than most media outlets…you have problems.
Stop giving shooters their 15 minutes of fame.
Well…how about that…
This is older than god, but it’s damn important.
(Image set of Marilyn Manson. Over the course of four panels, he said “So when you have these things like Columbine, and you have these kids who are angry and they have something to say and no one’s listening, the media sends a message that says if you do something loud enough and it gets our attention then you will be famous for it. Those kids ended up on the cover of Time magazine, the media gave them exactly what they wanted. That’s why I never did any interviews around that time when I was being blamed for it because I didn’t want to contribute to something that I found to be reprehensible.”)
Do you know why it’s a rule that suicides aren’t reported in the media and if it’s done in a public place, the authorities take care of it very quickly and quietly? Because they don’t want to encourage people to kill themselves. If suicide victims were given lots of media attention and fawned over like mass shooters are, others with severe depression or suicidal tendencies might be attracted to the attention they know they would get after they killed themselves. That attention and notoriety is appealing enough to push many people over the edge. Why, then, don’t we do the same for mass shooters? Why do we spend weeks throwing their faces on the front page of every newspaper, the cover of every magazine, and call in so-called experts on news channels to meticulously try to figure out what they were thinking?
This is why I think people should’ve been upset about things like the boston bomber being put on the rolling stone cover.
*Wakes up in the middle of the night*
Please don't be 6am
MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO ME!
*Shoves face back into pillow*
Oh for fuck’s sake. I guarantee you, people on welfare are NOT comfortable.And most people DO use it to survive until their situation improves - the exceptions are the elderly, the disabled, and people with children (and I can vouch that a lot of the time, the children get benefits while the parents don’t).
Learn what the hell you’re talking about before you actually speak.
Even people with kids tend to get off it within 5 years unless they’re in areas where the economy is absolutely destroyed & unemployment is in the high teens or twenties. And yes, moving is an option if you’ve got the money to move, which people on assistance generally don’t have at least not for state to state moves. That’s before we get into child care concerns & community ties.
I’m gonna say this as a welfare worker.
The money folks get on welfare is BARELY enough for them to survive. If you have a family of 3, two-parents and a child and one of those parents is working more than 25 hours a week, you’re not gonna qualify for cash aid, even if you’re working a shitty minimum wage job that probably isn’t paying your rent.
You’d qualify for foodstamps, but the amount of benefits you’d get on foodstamps would be lowered than the standard amount because of the income you have coming in.
If you’re a household of 3, and you’re a mom with two kids and you’re working 25 hours a week at a shitty minimum wage job you STILL might not qualify for cash aid because the gross income limit is so low. You literally have to be living BELOW the poverty line in order to qualify for cash aid welfare benefits. Do you realize how hard that is?
Not only that but in most states, adults who receive aid for 48 months (not all at once mind you, just 48 months in your lifetime after you turn 18) cannot receive cash aid benefits anymore. Anywhere.
So I really need for people to stop acting like folks on Welfare are living the high life and damn sure aren’t comfortable. They’re not, they’re just barely surviving. Cases of serious welfare fraud are few and far between and the only time people make away with loads of money, are usually in cases like the one in Seattle where a RICH COUPLE WAS COMMITTING WELFARE FRAUD! So someone take this “people living easy on welfare” myth and shove it up your ass.
I’m pretty much at the point that if you haven’t had to live on some kind of welfare benefits in your life, I’m not even remotely interested in your opinion about it and the people who use it.
I have no problem with welfare until you begin to abuse that free cash to sustain your life becomes your drug money. There are a lot of people who do abuse drugs and there is help for your addiction. I don’t go to work, pay my bills, pay my way through to school for your addiction. The thing about welfare is that it is given in cash, therefore you can’t track down where the money is being spent. They need to crack that shit down. I see way too many druggies fulfill their habit instead of feeding their children, and that’s fucked up to me.
LMAO you hear this bitch up top - she think that her tuition money is helping you buy drugs.
She’s also in Canada and isn’t/has never been on any government assistance.
It would appear your input is garbage/worthless.
LMFAOOOO her tuition money. These bitches is so dizzy mane.
For the middle comment…
Peter Griffin is my spirit animal.
I know I don’t have many followers, but if it isn’t too much to ask I would like for everyone to just take a second to read my story. The pictures above are a summary of my life the past two years. From my first date with Christian, to my first and only prom with him, to finding out I was pregnant and starting our family. As you can see the past two years have sort of been a roller coast ride for me, with plenty of ups and downs. But I can easily say they were the best two years of my life. There are a few dates I will never forget, starting with February 26th, 2012. That was the day me and christian officially started our relationship. The next date is July 11th, 2012. The day I found out I was approximately 7 weeks pregnant. January 12th, 2013, the day we moved into our little house. Then February 13th, 2013. The day my son, Noah Clark Carden came into the world. I’ll never forget June 8th, 2013, the day Christian was taken to jail (just a minor probation violation), and July 23rd, 2013, the day he was released. After that, the dates are all kind of just a blur and a flash of good memories. Until, October 30th, 2013. That is the night Christian died. I found him, he had committed suicide. I stayed by his side until the ambulance arrived, but he had no heart beat. I followed them to the hospital and as soon as they resuscitated him and he was stable they allowed me in his room. At first I sat by his side holding his hand, and I just cried. He was breathing on his own through a tube, and a machine was doing most of the work for his heart. Just when I lost all hope one of the nurses told me, “You know you can talk to him, right? Hearing is always the last thing to go in a situation like this”. So I did, I told him many things. Countless times I told him how much I loved him. How much me and Noah needed him. That if he would just fight for me, and come back, that God would give us another chance to do things right and to be a family. I just went on and on, and when I looked up, his eyes were half open and he was crying. Tears streaming down his face. That’s when I knew.. he wasn’t going to be able to come back to me, and he knew it too. But I stayed there, I stayed by his side until they called his death and removed the machines. And for an additional two hours I sat there with my head on his chest, and I played with his hair because that was his favorite thing. I stayed until the nurses said it was time to go, I looked at him, whispered I love you, kissed him on the forehead, and I walked out. Christian suffered from depression, but not a lot of people knew that because he never reached out to anyone. He had stopped his antidepressants, but he didn’t let anyone know. He truly felt that if he died nobody would miss him, that we were all better off without him.. well he was wrong. But he couldn’t help that he felt this way, he was sick. People don’t understand how severe a mental illness can be just because you cannot see it. So this post has two messages in it. ONE, if you are depressed and you feel like you have no purpose, like you are not loved, well you are WRONG. There are many people out there that will be affected and deeply hurt to lose you. Christian didn’t realize that until it was too late. And two, if you are having suicidal thoughts… reach out to someone.. anyone. You can even message me day or night, and I will talk if you want to talk, or listen if you want me to listen. Don’t keep things hidden, and don’t feel embarrassed, scared, or ashamed.. please. You are not unwanted, you are not any different, you are depressed, and there is a cure. I would give anything to go back and tell Christian all of this, why I waited until it was too late… I dont know. And I will never forgive myself. So don’t make that mistake. Life is too short to spread hate, to hold grudges, to cut ties. Instead forgive, spread love, and find happiness. Christian always told me how much he loved to make other people happy, and it was true. I can’t name all the favors that were left unreturned.. but he didn’t care. He did it for the joy of making someones day. He was such a people pleaser, if he couldn’t make somebody happy, he felt like he had failed. What he didn’t understand is that it wasn’t his responsibility to make others happy, but he took on the challenge anyways. When other people were hurting, Christian took in their pain as his own. Everyday took a toll on him, to the point where the pain was unbearable. But you would have never known if you met him. He would flash that smile and release every bit of happiness he had until he had none left. I know it seems cliche, but it is true. Reblog this to spread Suicide Awareness. If my story can help save just one life, well then I will feel accomplished. And if Christian knew he started something to inspire others, to bring someone to reach deep down inside and find their own inner happiness, and give them a reason to live, well then he would feel accomplished too. So please, help me do this for him. I may not have worded this exactly how I wanted to, or got everything out, but I think I did the best I could at this point.