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“I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.” - Kurt Cobain

“I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.” - Kurt Cobain

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livelawless:

bogmoth:

fuckyeahvintage-retro:

1970s Underground Family Shelter (pics,more)

this is legitimately haunting and scary. like. imagine the end of the world, and you’re living in this shelter, imagine seeing those shitty plastic trees for the rest of your life and those far off painted on houses that will never have other people in them. you’re stuck in a dead, soulless bubble and who knows if you’ll ever see the actual sun or any other people ever again.

Okay but how cute is this anyway

depressioncomix
depressioncomix:

thatdarkpooch:

depressioncomix:

ellejohara:

I took this online screening for depression recently posted by depressioncomix and this was my result.
"You are not alone." Yeah, I’m gonna call bullshit on that one. You know what happens when a trans person (which I am) calls a depression hotline? They get hung up on.
The only time when people actually care about depression is when famous people die from it and it winds up in the news cycle for 72 hours. The rest of the time it’s like “Dep… derp… uhhh… What’s on telly right now?”
Yes. I am alone. Don’t try and placate me with fuckery like “you’re not alone” or the insidious “it gets better”. It doesn’t get better. The world has taught me that if I can’t resolve my depression entirely on my own, then I must simply be doing it for attention. The world has taught me that victims of suicide are selfish motherfuckers who only care about ending their own pain rather than enduring crippling despair so that others can enjoy their presence and not have to think about depression and death and stuff.
Depression is treated like an imaginary disease that prima donnas pretend to have in order to get attention and affection. I generally don’t talk about my depression because nobody gives a shit. How many times does a depressed person have to ask for help (only to get blown off or told “it gets better” by someone) before they finally say “fuck this shit” and off themselves? Others want depressed people to stop talking about depression and/or simply go away. “You’re always such a downer, man. No wonder nobody ever wants to hang out with you.”
No one gives a shit. They just want me to take a pill and stop being such a bummer all the time. So I just quietly deal with being in a perpetual state of “meh” because that’s the hand I got dealt in life. Whee.
That is, until I see shit like “you are not alone” or “it gets better”. Don’t make me smack you.

There are services out there, run by volunteers, who are willing and waiting to hear from you. Please try Seven Cups of Tea, I have heard very good things about them. If they, like the other services you say don’t help, refuse to help you because of being trans, then please let me know and I will stop recommending them.
http://www.7cupsoftea.com/

I am another transgender person who has experienced all of this. When I told my counsellor that I feel a majority of my depression would get better with surgery I was told that I shouldn’t focus on surgery and it’s not an instant fix-it. I went on to ask them if they had ever experienced gender dysphoria and they said no, to which I answered “then you don’t know just how important having access to surgery and hormones is then” and never went back.Now i’m being seen by the psychiatric emergency services every 2wks and they don’t get it either. I’ve asked for help, i’ve actively sought help, to be told ‘it gets better’ and to ‘stop putting so much importance on transitioning’. I swear to god another person says that to me and i’ll smack them too. Then when I tried to end it all, the hospital psychiatrist misgenders me repeatedly despite me telling her i’m not a woman and it saying male on my files, and then said the same things that I keep getting “stop putting so much importance on transitioning, it’s not life or death”.
But it is life or death for some of us. To me and to many others I know, life isn’t going to start getting better until we’ve transitioned to a point where we’ll be happy but some of us; including myself; can’t access any of those because apparently our depression and suicidal thoughts are too prominent in our lives and they feel it’s not a smart move for any medical professional to make. Which then pushes us to more extreme methods of getting the help we need. I’ve lost friends and family because of the effects of depression, and now I have to hide it to keep those who have stuck around.
Like many trans people before us, we’ll try every outlet we can and when one works, we’ll tell everyone that it does. 7 Cups of Tea has worked for me in the past however some of the people you get don’t understand the importance of transitioning but they are not transphobic. I’d say give them a go if you haven’t :)

If anyone has safe places or contacts for trans people please let me know so I can put them up on the site. Trans people are one on the greatest risk groups for depression and suicide and I’d love to be able to point people in need of help in the right direction. I’m kind of flabberghasted that there are people in the mental health profession who don’t have the tools or the understanding to help, but the horror stories are there.

depressioncomix:

thatdarkpooch:

depressioncomix:

ellejohara:

I took this online screening for depression recently posted by depressioncomix and this was my result.

"You are not alone." Yeah, I’m gonna call bullshit on that one. You know what happens when a trans person (which I am) calls a depression hotline? They get hung up on.

The only time when people actually care about depression is when famous people die from it and it winds up in the news cycle for 72 hours. The rest of the time it’s like “Dep… derp… uhhh… What’s on telly right now?”

Yes. I am alone. Don’t try and placate me with fuckery like “you’re not alone” or the insidious “it gets better”. It doesn’t get better. The world has taught me that if I can’t resolve my depression entirely on my own, then I must simply be doing it for attention. The world has taught me that victims of suicide are selfish motherfuckers who only care about ending their own pain rather than enduring crippling despair so that others can enjoy their presence and not have to think about depression and death and stuff.

Depression is treated like an imaginary disease that prima donnas pretend to have in order to get attention and affection. I generally don’t talk about my depression because nobody gives a shit. How many times does a depressed person have to ask for help (only to get blown off or told “it gets better” by someone) before they finally say “fuck this shit” and off themselves? Others want depressed people to stop talking about depression and/or simply go away. “You’re always such a downer, man. No wonder nobody ever wants to hang out with you.”

No one gives a shit. They just want me to take a pill and stop being such a bummer all the time. So I just quietly deal with being in a perpetual state of “meh” because that’s the hand I got dealt in life. Whee.

That is, until I see shit like “you are not alone” or “it gets better”. Don’t make me smack you.

There are services out there, run by volunteers, who are willing and waiting to hear from you. Please try Seven Cups of Tea, I have heard very good things about them. If they, like the other services you say don’t help, refuse to help you because of being trans, then please let me know and I will stop recommending them.

http://www.7cupsoftea.com/

I am another transgender person who has experienced all of this. When I told my counsellor that I feel a majority of my depression would get better with surgery I was told that I shouldn’t focus on surgery and it’s not an instant fix-it. I went on to ask them if they had ever experienced gender dysphoria and they said no, to which I answered “then you don’t know just how important having access to surgery and hormones is then” and never went back.

Now i’m being seen by the psychiatric emergency services every 2wks and they don’t get it either. I’ve asked for help, i’ve actively sought help, to be told ‘it gets better’ and to ‘stop putting so much importance on transitioning’. I swear to god another person says that to me and i’ll smack them too. Then when I tried to end it all, the hospital psychiatrist misgenders me repeatedly despite me telling her i’m not a woman and it saying male on my files, and then said the same things that I keep getting “stop putting so much importance on transitioning, it’s not life or death”.

But it is life or death for some of us. To me and to many others I know, life isn’t going to start getting better until we’ve transitioned to a point where we’ll be happy but some of us; including myself; can’t access any of those because apparently our depression and suicidal thoughts are too prominent in our lives and they feel it’s not a smart move for any medical professional to make. Which then pushes us to more extreme methods of getting the help we need. I’ve lost friends and family because of the effects of depression, and now I have to hide it to keep those who have stuck around.

Like many trans people before us, we’ll try every outlet we can and when one works, we’ll tell everyone that it does. 7 Cups of Tea has worked for me in the past however some of the people you get don’t understand the importance of transitioning but they are not transphobic. I’d say give them a go if you haven’t :)

If anyone has safe places or contacts for trans people please let me know so I can put them up on the site. Trans people are one on the greatest risk groups for depression and suicide and I’d love to be able to point people in need of help in the right direction. I’m kind of flabberghasted that there are people in the mental health profession who don’t have the tools or the understanding to help, but the horror stories are there.

paranormalexpresso
congenitaldisease:

Shadow People - What are shadow people? No one seems to know for sure, even as sightings of these entities continue to be reported. Generally they appear as dark, silhouette figures, usually male, who suddenly walk across hallways, through walls, appear in rooms only to disappear again, and sometimes stand looking at a sleeping person only to eventually vanish once the sleeper has awakened. They have no purpose; don’t seem to be harbingers of any sort. Are they from another dimension? The afterlife? Whatever they are, they have scared enough people to have drawn some increased attention to their shadowy selves.

congenitaldisease:

Shadow People - What are shadow people? No one seems to know for sure, even as sightings of these entities continue to be reported. Generally they appear as dark, silhouette figures, usually male, who suddenly walk across hallways, through walls, appear in rooms only to disappear again, and sometimes stand looking at a sleeping person only to eventually vanish once the sleeper has awakened. They have no purpose; don’t seem to be harbingers of any sort. Are they from another dimension? The afterlife? Whatever they are, they have scared enough people to have drawn some increased attention to their shadowy selves.