Oh god I can’t
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER
20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.
I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.
OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOGUM I DID THIS LIKE SERIOSLY LAST WEEK SOMETHING BASIC AND IT HAPPENED???
Mine even came true guys.
This is me, my name is Kelli and I’m 17-years-old, battling cancer for the third time. I have less than a year to live and the only thing I want to do more than anything before I die is meet Ellen. She’s my sunshine. She’s the reason I wake up everyday and I watch her show every morning. She just radiates so much joy and happiness and she gives me hope. It’s really my dream to be able to meet her. Unfortunately, due to a long waiting list, the Wish Foundation told me I probably wouldn’t be able to meet her within my short timeline. But I see miracles happen all the time.. therefore I won’t give up on my dream. I thought that maybe if this gets enough attention, someone from the Ellen Show would come across it, or maybe even Ellen herself will know of me and my wish to meet her. Please, help me make my wish come true.
GUYS KEEP REBLOGGING
IF YOU DON’T REBLOG THIS I’M JUDGING YOU
One of my best friends died three months ago in a tragic motorcycle accident. Last night I met with his Mother for dinner. I hadn’t seen her since a few weeks after Corey’s passing. We talked for hours, about everything, and I apologized for not being around more; I was struggling with my own demons. You see- Corey and I were best friends for many years. I also disagreed with a lot of things that he did. I loved him irrefutably and yet I fought with him tooth and nail over certain situations. He was a charismatic, highly intelligent, wonderfully gifted, absolutely hilarious, giving, caring, loyal… stubborn, obstinate, *slightly* irresponsible hell raiser who could make me madder than a hornet. And the last time that I saw or spoke to Corey alive, we’d had a real fight. It lasted for several days. Hurtful things were said. And strings of communication were eventually cut. We hadn’t spoken for one year when he died.
That’s a type of poisonous guilt you can’t do anything with. Was I wrong? Was I too stubborn? Was I short sighted? Did Corey die not knowing how much I really loved and believed in him? But at the same time, I meant the things I said when we fought, and I stand by my convictions. Corey has died… and I am stuck here in limbo with an internal conflict I will never get to resolve. It tore me apart to sit there with his Mom and wonder if he could be looking down at us, would he be angry for my presence? Am I offending his memory? Do I deserve to be called his best friend? Did he die… hating me?
Feeling selfish and childish, my eyes brimmed with tears and I tried to change the subject. It was at this point that Corey’s Mom changed her posture and looked at me in the eyes. Shoulders squared and set back with both of her hands clasped together on the table in front of me, she told me that he loved me. That I was his best friend. That she loved me. And that she’d known that I loved him. Other words were exchanged, but ultimately one thing was responsible for comforting me: Corey’ Mom told me of a theory called Final Review, or, Life Review.
Final Review is said to be the “life flashing before your eyes” moment that near death experiencers report. There are literally thousands of these reports. From all over the world. From all different ages, races, and socio economic statuses. Whatever we perceive time to be… is subjective. The individual facing a Final Review has their entire life played back in front of them in an incomprehensibly short period of time. And they are not being judged by any other power or being, they are being judged… by themselves. In this review, they see all the moments of their lives in front of them. They see how they felt during those moments. But they also see and feel how the other party/parties felt in those moments. All the good, all the bad. Immaterial concerns are lost and understanding and compassion escort out any negative remainders.
Corey saw everything before he made his final departure. It is only a theory, there can be no proof of this event. And this theory can only hold weight if you choose to believe in it. But what else should I choose to believe in? I have to believe that the ones we love know that we love them, in the end. I can think of nothing more fulfilling and peaceful. I can think of no greater bliss.
I have some of his raggedy old t-shirts, letters and post cards, a tiny urn of his ashes. Skate board junk, music influences, Miata parts. Car decals, street lingo, sour patch kids and mountain dew. I have some of his self respect, self confidence, and love. And Corey will forever have my love, too.
I wrote this for myself. It’s a small means of closure. And I wrote this because maybe someone else has struggled the same way, and maybe they’ll read this. Guilt is a useless emotion. In the end, it’s all about the love.