I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind
The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.
I’m glad you’re here.
It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.
I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.
Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.
walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good – i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other – i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon 🙂 hope you like x’.
no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.
be kind.
always be kind.
you never know when your moment of kindness will literally save a life.
and if you are the one who needs that moment of kindness… please hold on. the world is better with you in it.
tl;dr: i injured my wrist and i need help paying for rent as i am unable to work 😡
longer story: hello i’m alex, i’m a mexican immigrant and a woc lesbian! ever since i moved out of my homophobic parents’ home four years ago i’ve supported myself exclusively through my art online as i am unable to work legally in the US. three months ago i moved to new york from florida seeking an safer environment for immigrants as well as to fulfill everyone’s lifelong artist dream. it’s been ridiculously hard financially (hello, doubling rent) but i’m so much happier than i ever was in the south ✌🏽
i’ve dealt with undiagnosed chronic joint and tendon pain on my knees for several years now. four months ago it started spreading to my ankles, feet and wrists. carrying and moving furniture and heavy boxes during my move heavily exacerbated my wrist pain to the point where for the past two months i’ve been unable to draw for more than a couple of hours a day without pain. i don’t have the means to seek out a specialist, but through my research i’m pretty sure i’ve injured my ECU tendon on my wrist and the only advice i could find were supplements, rest, or surgery (but that’s another can of worms entirely.)
usually i would open commissions once a month, but i am already late with work from september and october, and i simply cannot afford to take on more commissions for the time being. my rent is $1100, plus i still need to like, eat and buy cat food.
please help out an artist in need and donate if it’s within your means so i can take this month to catch up with work and maybe even get to rest my joints. i really cannot explain how stressful and humiliating it is to have to ask for help, but my followers and the tumblr community at large have been here for me over and over again, and i am where i currently am only because of the kindness of all the people who’ve been with me through this wild journey of independence and adulthood and freedom from pain for the past four years. it would mean the world to have this support.
thank you so much and please reblog if you can u__u ! ✨✨🎉✌🏽
hello! thank you so much for all the notes and support! :’) i’ve gotten about 30% of my goal so i’d appreciate if y’all could keep sharing and donating! thank u!
Smash or pass: the sexy tuna guy from the starkist cans
Fuck marry kill: green giant, sexy tuna, mr clean
You are NOT allowed to kill mr clean
This is obvious, kill the sexy tuna because that’s just weird, fuck Mr clean because he’s ripped and you know you won’t catch anything, now here you might think marry Mr clean because he’ll clean the house, but no, his cleanliness standards would be unbearable.
marry the green giant, making you basically a pagan god through marriage, and he can probably make vegetables grow using magic and as a vegan I need that, dick probably too big to do anything with but like, pagan marriages can be poly I think
I want you to know you are so powerful to be able to begin with “this is obvious”
Alexis 