Zigaratten

so today is bad i just got off the phone with my sister and she told me that the plumbing is so bad in our NYC house that they’ve been shitting in plastic bags, taking showers with cold water and washing the dishes both in the back yard, spitting toothpaste in the garbage, basically unable to use water and i have no words to how much this breaks my heart like i can’t believe they’re living like that and our abusive father is literally going to let them live like that i cant stop crying 

MY FIRST EVER EVENT CARD Y'ALL

for those going out to demonstrations: i collected some common info and put it into a zine. it fits on an 8.5 x 11 in sheet of printer paper, and is b/w friendly. see the link below to print: 

ptzine.carrd.co

UPDATED JUNE 1, 2020! please see ptzine.carrd.co for latest version! please feel free to print & redistribute!

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

These photos are getting deleted on twitter so im posting them to make sure they get seen and circulating them

Steve Harwell Memorial Tweet Collection 😔😔😔

i want to be someone else’s safety. even nonromantically. i want to be “hey can i tell you something?” i want to be - i tried something new and i’m a little scared but i wanted to show you. i want to be “i knew i could trust you”. i want to be okay to hold the hand of, always ready to listen, always trying. even if i don’t get it perfect, you know? i just want to be a place other people can relax and be themselves and not worry for a fraction of an instant. 

i cant take it anymore (i can but i love to whine)

These photos are getting deleted on twitter so im posting them to make sure they get seen and circulating them