… well, you heard her guys.
A young woman is sitting on the floor, crying her eyes out. In the center of her chest is a large, ragged hole that is slowly dripping blood.
A man enters and sees the woman sitting there. Slowly, he sits down in front of her and then, as gently as possible, he begins to sew up the woman’s injury.
It takes several moments, but the hole closes up. The man sits back with a slight smile on his face. But the woman does not stop crying. After a minute the stitches tear open and the hole returns to its previous size and continues to bleed.
The man watches this for several long moments before turning around and seating himself by the woman’s side, revealing that there is a hole in his own chest, bleeding slowly and rimmed around the edges with broken stitching. The man puts an arm around the woman’s shoulder. After a moment, tears can be seen dripping down his face to mingle with the blood.
Strength is being able to crush a tomato.
Dexterity is being able to dodge a tomato.
Constitution is being able to eat a bad tomato.
Intelligence is knowing a tomato is a fruit.
Wisdom is knowing not to put a tomato in a fruit salad.
Charisma is being able to sell a tomato based fruit salad.
maybe i’m a goddamn bleeding heart hippie liberal but i’m totally down with paying an extra .50 cents for a thing of fries if the person who makes me those fries doesn’t have to work 3 jobs just to survive.
depression is like trying to peel a potato with another potato its not fun it doesnt work and you just wanna cry
…why is this such a good metaphor what the fuck
i reblogged it before but then it got better
This is a really good post and it makes me sad.
…. THOSE AREN’T TEARS. THEIR MANLY DROPS OF FEELS FROM MY EYES.
So between the MLP fandom and this now that song basically reduces me to bitch tears in like two seconds flat. Thanks. Thanks for that.
I knew there was a reason I’m a loyal Coke drinker! Gonna go buy some extra cases of Coke Zero today.