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June 20 2015

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June 17 2015

Windows Media Player 9 Skins

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this is hell

Fucking flashbacks….

what a wonderful time to have been alive

An elegant weapon, for a more civilized age

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I'm a white male, so I must be responsible.
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June 15 2015

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June 12 2015

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Play fullscreen
Lithuania anti racism PSA

June 09 2015

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May 25 2015

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May 23 2015

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May 22 2015

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“When I was depressed, it felt like I was walking through mud all the time. My head was filled with thoughts like, ‘If my friends knew who I really was, they wouldn’t love me.’ And, ‘What right do I have to exist?’ And, eventually, ‘Why do any of us have the right to exist?’ If people were being kind to me, I wasn’t able to access that kindness. It wouldn’t produce a feeling in me. If a child smiled at me from a stroller, it might lift me up for a millisecond, but then I’d fall back into darkness. Before I was depressed, I could find joy in things so easily. I worked as a gardener, and I learned the calls of the birds so I could tell where they were just by listening. I loved to show new plants and insects to children, and see how excited they’d get. I made a 50th birthday card for my sister, and got strangers from all over the world to write ‘Happy Birthday’ in their language. But during my depression, I couldn’t access any of that joy. I’d try reminding myself that other people had bigger problems. I’d try telling myself to quit being weak, and to snap out of it. But nothing worked.”
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May 21 2015

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