This is the most beautiful and amazing comic about bullying I have ever read. You seriously need to check this out. »
1. The parents who made their son’s wheelchair into the best Halloween costume ever
2. The terminally ill man who loves receiving mail… and got more than he ever expected
3. A kind stranger who stopped a day from being ruined
4. The doctor who offered free medical care after Hurricane Sandy
5. And the people that helped out any way that they could
6. The older couple who saw themselves in two young parents
7. This Libyan child who doesn’t believe in hate
8. The parents who tattooed insulin pumps on their bellies so their diabetic son wouldn’t feel “different”
9. The police officer who bought shoes for a barefoot homeless man
10. And the police officers who made blind 13-year-old Gage Hancock-Stevens’ dream of being a cop come true
They even gave him a cake
11. The Michigan soccer team who gave their team manager with Downs syndrome an opportunity to start
12. The Texas A&M students that blocked Westboro Baptist Church protesters with a human wall
3. And this brave kid who stood up against hate
14. The woman who kept a homeless man dry during a downpour
15. The Disney security guard who is amazing at his job
16. The Icelandic heroes who rescued sheep during a major snowstorm
17. The quick-thinking little girl who saved her mom’s life by slapping her with a piece of pizza
18. The young girl who loves her dog unconditionally
19. The famous rugby player who visited his biggest fan in the hospital
20. The bros who worked together to save a cat
21. The community that came together to make Caine’s dream a reality
22. The football star who gives children in need a shopping spree each year
23. The man who comforts the old dog that saved his life
24. These candidates for parents of the year
25. The amazing couple who stuck together through unbelievable odds
26. And every single time anything like this happened.Source: buzzfeed.com
The bad things don’t always cancel out the good. Because bad things get so much press, they’re what we hear about, day in and day out. But good things happen by the thousands, by the millions and billions. They’re the reason that we keep going. Even though bad things happen, the good things make life worth living.
i was in a mess of tears by the end of this it’s so beautiful
This is worth a read. All of it.
135044Christianity has changed so much over the course of its history, there’s really no reason that they can’t change to embrace all kinds of queer people!
I’ll never not reblog this.
Men feel the pressures of society just as much as women. Through my internet searches I have come across nothing that encourages body positivity in men. This needs to change.
Please, tell me of the struggles this dude faces as a white male. I’m really interested in hearing about the alternate reality that he inhabits.
WHAT A DUMBASS POST
CRY HARDER WHITE BOY
Booohooooo who says all girls wanna look like barbie dipshit
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you guys honestly saying that just because he’s a man and white? Are you fucking kidding me? You all do realize you’re technically saying right? You’re pretty much saying that that this guy has no right to be sad because there are people out there who have it worst. I thought that was one of the main things you never tell a person with depression, so why are any of you saying that here?
Seriously, what world do you guys live in? What if a white man abused as a child? What if they were told that they were not good enough by their family and and people around him? Do you think every white guy lives a life where everybody loves them, nobody thinks their ugly and they get everything they want by simply asking for it once? You have to be a fool to believe that.
Are you trying to tell me that a white person can’t be depressed because he is “privilege over everybody else”? Let me put it to you like this: Let’s say you have a white man loses his job, is insecure about his body (because maybe he’s not very tall or muscular, which is what society today a man should look like), and has no friends. Now let’s say you have a successful black business woman who is paid well, has a great social life, but also has depression. Which one of these two people has more right to be depressed? The answer: NEITHER!!!! Because depression is not always about how successful you are life or what you have in life. Depression is feeling that you’re not a good enough person no matter who you are and how hard you try.
All you that contributed to the above commentary should be ashamed of yourselves. There are people out there, include white boys, who hate themselves because of their looks. They will self harm just like anybody else with self hate issues, but none of you care. All you care about is there gender and skin color. I’d hate to see what any of you would say if ever met a cutter that happened to be a white gut. What would you say when he shows you his scars? Will you laugh at his face? What if he told you that he attempted suicide? Would roll your eyes at him?
None of you are any better than those racist and sexist people you claim to hate so much. You don’t equality. You want anybody that shares physical similarities with the “oppressor” to feel like shit. You want people who to be looked down upon because of the there race and gender; two things they have no control over.How is that any better than someone belittling a black/hispanic/asian/etc person because of a broad and untrue generalization?
I’ve come to realize this important fact: Tumblr doesn’t the safe have for logical people that some many people want to claim it is. It’s full immature, hypocritical , and ignorant people just like any other website. I don’t care if I lose followers because of this. This has to stop.
^ you are a champion.
Just needed this on my blog too.
THANK YOU SO MUCH
95681This post has less notes than “Romney sucks pass it on” Good on you tumblr. Sarcasm/
I have only heard the story behind this picture once, but it literally brought tears to my eyes. On September 11, 2001, a hijacked plane knifed into the side of the Pentagon. We all know that. What very few people have heard is shortly afterwards, the director of a nursery in the building stood looking at the children in her charge, wondering how to move all of the babies and toddlers to safety.
A marine rushed into the room and asked if she was alright. She needed help and she told him that. He turned and ran out; the woman assumed that he had gone away for good. As she formulated a plan of action, she heard footsteps in the hall.
The man had returned—this time, though, he was not alone. At least forty other Marines followed him. They picked up the babies in their cribs, the toddlers, the helpless infants. They carried them through the halls and to a nearby park, where they arranged the cribs in a circle and set the toddlers in the middle. Then they stood guard outside, never allowing the children to be unattended.
When I first saw this picture, I thought that the man carrying the children was their father. Now I realize that he was not related to them by blood, but by nationality. He is an American. They are American children. He is not their father, he is their protector. He’s a United States Marine.
this needs all the notes.
this is what being a United States Marine is all about. i cant wait to be one myself
Okay this seriously needs more than 9k notes. Really guys.
Things like this make me feel proud I come from a family full of marines. They’re the best of the best.
The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.
A soldier helping a boy over the barbed wire. After the picture, the soldier was immediately replaced. God only knows what happened to him afterwards.
A Nazi soldier once helped my great uncle (who along with his family were on the run from the Nazis) from being run over by a tank. Just because they carry a gun doesn’t mean they aren’t human