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MY BEST FRIEND HAS GONE MISSING, AND I NEED YOUR HELP!
That handsome man up there is Will Hamarah, my best friend. He’s been missing since a week ago, about November 6th, 2013. He left his possessions and all of his money at his apartment, and no one has seen him.
He left his phone, so we have no way of contacting him or knowing where he is.
If you have any information or have seen someone matching his description and the pictures above, either inbox me at echomyname.tumblr.com or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
If you do see him, take caution. He suffers from schizophrenia and is prone to violent episodes.
PLEASE HELP US BRING HIM HOME!
I have 68 followers right now, and you’re telling me no one can reblog this? Please, please help us bring him home. This is recent, and he’s still out there. Please, we need as much help as we can get. SIGNAL BOOST, PLEASE.
Come on reblog this you selfish bastards
Update as of November 18th:
He still hasn’t been found and no one has seen him around. Please, this post only has 12 notes and I’ve gotten no tips that anyone has seen him. Right now, we’re expecting the worst. Please, I’m begging you, take two seconds out of your life to help us and reblog this. That’s all I ask.
I just wanted to share this. I trully adore this man.
Best Things About Being Blind [x]
Blood bounces quite strikingly on snow not only because of the obvious color/contrast discrepancy, but the large difference in temperatures.
Another post to add to the list of “I swear I’m not a serial killer, just a writer”
I’m not even a writer and this is awesome.
I’m not even a serial killer and I love this
reasons to let me cuddle you:
- I will stick my cold hands all over your body
- I’ll probably fall asleep on you and make cute sleep noises
- I can lay there long enough for the second coming of christ
- I will be smiling the whole time
- you’re warm and I’m not
- let me leech your heat
There’s a book sitting in front of you.
In it contains all the bad things people have said about you behind your back, would you open it?
Hell fucking yeah
Read it so you can find out what people really have to say about you and how you can change your character to be a better person.
read it so you know what order to murder people in
The last comment, thought. (Although, ignorance is bliss, but curiosity must be answered. Catch .22)
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.
Depending on where you go, or who you know, you’ll prolly run into someone with depression, some one suffering of heartbreak, someone who can’t hold on anymore. You can tell them all day that “Time heals everything.” No, not really. Time helps you forget. Depression is something that is hard to get rid off, like a demon that lives in the shadows and waits to sit on your chest and remind you of all the bad shit at night. Trust me, I suffered, am probably still suffering with it as I type this. I take on other’s problems as if they were my own, and want to help as much as one human being can. It’s taken me awhile to realize that help only helps when the other person wants it to. There are people out there whose hearts have turned to stone, and they’ve forgot the warmth of true, everlasting, unbreaking love- Or they just haven’t gotten to hold it, yet. Do me a favor, if you feel like letting go, and crying. Then cry. Let it out, take a long hot shower, clean, pick up a piece of paper and pencil and draw it out or write. Write how everything is going wrong, and then write out all the good things. Yeah, shit gets fuckin’ hard. No need to sugarcoat that. But if you try to accomplish at least ONE thing a day, something for yourself to be proud of, then in time, you’ll start to forget the hard times, and start realizing that happiness is something to make, not something that comes easily. So, please. Don’t give up HOPE.
Life may be shit, but YOU are not.