I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
A/N: Look who is back. And with sth not on her to do list 😒
Sleepy eyes opened slowly. Empty sheets weren’t the best thing to wake up. But the smell of cigarettes calmed you. He was still here. It was twilight. Djarum Menthol, it was his favorite. You smiled to yourself. You hang your feet out of the bed. Leaving the warm blanket made you vulnerable to the cold. Calm wind crawled in from the open door of the balcony then wrapped your naked skin. Your neck adorned with purple marks. You found his shirt on the ground wore it and, buttoned-up one by one. His shirt smelled like Dior Savage. It suited his skin. You found your purse and took out of your electronic cigarette. Taking a shower might be a good option, but being with him on the balcony sounded better. You tiptoed to the balcony. He was only wearing his boxer. His ridge dimples were beautiful. Nail scratches were around his shoulders. You almost forgot he had those. You leaned next to him.