Pearlii. 20. Computer Science Graduate. Too hyper for her own good. Easily distracted. Fangirls like her life depends on it. It probably does. Calls herself "The Potato". Talks about herself in third person just because she can. Welcome to the Potato World!

Goodbye, Allison Argent…

Okay, in this post, I just basically address the goodbyes of Allison Argent on Teen Wolf. Quite honestly, if you re-watch the episode, it’s not such a surprise that it’s Allison because throughout the episode, they’ve hinted on it. With that little father/daughter moment, it’s really obvious. Tbh, when I saw that scene, my mind was made, I was all… “It’s gonna be Allison.” But of course that didn’t mean I was prepared when it actually happened. Throughout the episode, we see her inserting little tidbits of goodbyes and messages for people she cares about. So, first, let’s talk about Papa Argent.

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"I’ve never met anybody who wasn’t important"

It scares me that a lot of people are thinking suicide is a way out. I understand things might be difficult for some, and killing oneself might sound better than the torture of having to live through whatever hell your life is. But the thing is, if you’re thinking that killing yourself won’t affect anybody because nobody else cares about you, please don’t. 

Nobody is unimportant in this world. You might not hear the word “I love you” from people everyday, but that doesn’t mean that they won’t cry when you leave. That doesn’t mean that when you die, a smile will be painted on their faces instead of tears. Always remember that you were born into this world. No matter how difficult the situation and the life you were born into, you were a part of something. You were a part of your mother. You’re a piece of a whole. And think about what she would feel when you leave. She won’t ever feel whole again. 

And if you’re reasoning that your mother doesn’t care about you, and you won’t take an argument that contradicts you about that, think about your other family members then. If you still think they don’t care, think about your friends. If you say you don’t have any friends that care about you, and your death won’t make an impact in anybody’s life, just think about someone else out there who’s currently thinking the same as you. 

You’re feeling insignificant at the moment so you’re thinking nothing would change if you die. But think about one girl, sitting on a swing, a little girl that might be feeling as helpless as you right this very moment. You know you’re suffering, and deep down, you know you won’t wish the same torment on someone who’s as innocent and just as in need of love as you. Would you want that girl to give up too? You won’t, won’t you? You might say that, “Well, for people like us, death is a good escape since nobody cares,” but let me ask you…Instead of giving up and thinking that that girl is better off dead because nobody cares anyway, why don’t you just go and approach that girl and make her feel important? Instead of telling her to just let go and stop hoping because it won’t get better because that’s just life, why don’t you just prove to her that there’s someone out there who could very well take care of her? Deep down, you won’t wish the loneliness you’re feeling on someone else. So deep down, you know you would want to help that girl.

And you know what? The situation can also be reversed. You can be that little helpless girl. You are that girl or boy right now if you’re thinking of suicide. And just think about this…somewhere out there, someone who knows what you feel like, wouldn’t want you to feel this torture as well. Someone out there would want to help you because they know how hard it is to be alone. Someone out there will be willing to sit by you, talk to you and make you see that you are, in your own unique way, an important person and are significant to the world—that world that is inhabited by those who you care about. Someone out there could just be waiting to find a girl to help. So, mate, let them. Let them help. Let those who might know what it’s like to be alone keep you company, and in return, you give them the pleasure of your company as well. Stop thinking that nobody cares because out there, someone who’s going through the same thing as you, wouldn’t want you to feel alone as well.

Don’t give up just because you think those around you don’t care. Keep moving forward, keep walking on, and someday, you will meet people who will care about you. Someday, you will meet people whose stars will stop shining bright when you go. Someday, you will meet people whose skies won’t be as clear when you leave. Someday, you will meet people who will love you for who you are, flaws, imperfections, and uniqueness, as a whole package. And when that day comes, you will look back and realize the good kind of change that your presence brings to the world. 

Never give up. Just keep moving forward. And then, everything will eventually fall into place.

darthrader:

mother-venus:

callitrichidae:

Fuck this postFuck this post so much.You want a “Why not?”How about the way your best friend’s older sister will throw up by the side of the road because she’s crying so hard How about the way your best friend will sob for weeks in her showers, in her bedroom, in the bathroom at schoolHow about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you homeHow about the way your father’s eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the image of your hanging bodyHow about the way your boyfriend will sit in his room in silence, unable to eat or sleep, or even to fucking shower, because why would he want to continue without youHow about the way the girl who called you a brother will start crying every time she sees your parentsHow about the way your family will sit in your house after the funeral looking blankly at one another, because god knows they can’t find a fucking thing to say that doesn’t just float through the air where you should be walkingHow about the way your sister will wake up every morning and see your door and convince herself that you could still be there, just sleeping in your bedHow about the way your ex girlfriend will come over and pull your clothes from the drawers and cry while she holds them desperately to her face to breathe in what’s left of you
Don’t you dare tell me it won’t change thingsThere may be stars in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the cloudsBut without you we do not want them
Don’t you dare be selfish enough to believe you aren’t important to us
So fuck this postand fuck this romanticism of suicideand fuck you for leaving my sister to cry in her room when she thinks nobody can hear

bless this reblog

holy shit

You think that your death won’t change the world? Well, do everyone around you a favour and stop looking up at the sky, thinking no stars will have vanished if you killed yourself. Instead, look around you, take in every single small detail about everything that surrounds you, things that are important to those you care about, and think about how those little details will have gone when you do. Stop thinking about the changes in the whole world that your death won’t make. Instead, think of the hole you will leave in the worlds of those people who love you.
You might be one person to the world and your absence might not be felt by the whole, but to those people who love you and see you as their own world and their own life, your absence will change everything. So, do your family and friends a favour and stop this.
 

darthrader:

mother-venus:

callitrichidae:

Fuck this post
Fuck this post so much.
You want a “Why not?”
How about the way your best friend’s older sister will throw up by the side of the road because she’s crying so hard
How about the way your best friend will sob for weeks in her showers, in her bedroom, in the bathroom at school
How about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you home
How about the way your father’s eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the image of your hanging body
How about the way your boyfriend will sit in his room in silence, unable to eat or sleep, or even to fucking shower, because why would he want to continue without you
How about the way the girl who called you a brother will start crying every time she sees your parents
How about the way your family will sit in your house after the funeral looking blankly at one another, because god knows they can’t find a fucking thing to say that doesn’t just float through the air where you should be walking
How about the way your sister will wake up every morning and see your door and convince herself that you could still be there, just sleeping in your bed
How about the way your ex girlfriend will come over and pull your clothes from the drawers and cry while she holds them desperately to her face to breathe in what’s left of you

Don’t you dare tell me it won’t change things
There may be stars in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the clouds
But without you we do not want them

Don’t you dare be selfish enough to believe you aren’t important to us

So fuck this post
and fuck this romanticism of suicide
and fuck you for leaving my sister to cry in her room when she thinks nobody can hear

bless this reblog

holy shit

You think that your death won’t change the world? Well, do everyone around you a favour and stop looking up at the sky, thinking no stars will have vanished if you killed yourself. Instead, look around you, take in every single small detail about everything that surrounds you, things that are important to those you care about, and think about how those little details will have gone when you do. Stop thinking about the changes in the whole world that your death won’t make. Instead, think of the hole you will leave in the worlds of those people who love you.

You might be one person to the world and your absence might not be felt by the whole, but to those people who love you and see you as their own world and their own life, your absence will change everything. So, do your family and friends a favour and stop this.

 

Ah! I say sleep is for the weak, but alas, it’s 4:18 am. I must go to sleep.

Good night, world!

Potato out!