today, my school hosted an exhibit for suicide awareness day. the exhibit included 1,100 backpacks in representation of the number of lives that are lost to mental illness each year on college campuses. many of these backpacks were donated by the families that lost loved ones and had their stories attached. i’m so proud of my school for bringing attention to such a serious issue.
I still just can’t get over this. It brings tears to my eyes to think about how it happened. Joy to my heart that you always brightened up everyone’s day and I was lucky to have become your friend. It’s crazy to know you’re gone, I replay all the memories of you and I and friends enjoying each other’s laughter. This is too early. RIP Murphy babies
Hey everyone if I could have your attention for a minute :)
One of my good friends Kylie Murphy and her brother Ryan died on Friday September 5th. It was Ryan’s birthday and they were headed back from Lubbock to go visit their family down in Austin. They were about an hour from home when they got into a car accident and both passed away. She was seriously the sweetest and most kind person you would ever meet. Kylie had the world going for her, for real. Me my girlfriend Jenna, and our 2 friends were all supposed to go to The 1975 concert in Austin in November with Kylie. Now that she is gone we want her to be remembered. The 1975 was her favorite band and it would mean the world to her and us if Matt Healy could give our amazing friend the remembrance she deserves. If y’all could like and share this page, on Facebook and get the attention of The 1975 that would mean so much to me and Kylie. She was taken at the age of 20, which is way too young for anyone to die. If you read this thank you very much :) If you didn’t then…
TLDR: One of my friends died could you please like and share this page, on Facebook that would mean so much to me.
I have a story.
So my sister got run over by a car once. It was a pretty big deal. Well like a year later she got into a little fender bender and was really bent out of shape about it, so I went and got her a cake.
When I put in my order for the cake, the guy at the bakery asked, “Do you want it to say anything?”
And with a perfectly straight face, I said, “‘Sorry you got hit by a car again.’”
He narrowed his eyes a moment, then nodded and wrote it down, and took it to kitchen to get the writing done.
All the way from the back of the kitchen, I hear a woman shout, “‘Again’?!”