I pull the pin and throw the grenade straight up. Then I throw the pin straight up, and it slides right back into the grenade in midair, disarming it. When the grenade lands, it bonks me in the skull, killing me.
The collapsed minaret of a mosque seen from the destroyed living room of a Palestinian family’s home in a building across the street, Gaza City, July 30, 2014.
Tbh after Sandyhook, that was when I knew the conversation surrounding guns in America was dead. If nothing was done when these babies were murdered, nothing will ever be done
Sometimes the help you need isn’t the help you want. Call 1-800-273-8255 if you’re thinking of suicide.
This comic meant a whole lot to me. It was sincere in its depiction and treated the issue through the eyes of a grounded person. Not some godly hero saying everything is better than it seems, but a person trying his best before bringing her somewhere who can actually help.
