“I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.”—A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via undeadlife)
if the broadway and theatre community dislikes bootlegs so much and don’t want people filming their shows they need to work on making theatre a more accessible form of media by filming shows professionally because you know they talk a lot about being a very open welcoming community but don’t do anything to make that community welcoming to people who can’t afford to see shows or people who live in rural areas and are literally unable to attend shows at all
The people seeing live theater now are the people who would still see live theater if they released professional tapes. It’s like that torrenting vs buying argument: some people will torrent something if it’s available, because they weren’t ever planning on buying it, so getting rid of the torrent won’t get you more sales. The people who would buy these tapes aren’t coming to the theater (at leas the majority) so they really wouldn’t lose ticket sales. They’d also have a whole world’s market to make revenue in … this is a win-win.
Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.
But other times…
Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.
a/n: my hard drive died and i lost like 99% of my wips so i haven’t written klaine for months and this is like me awkwardly catching up with two friends i haven’t seen in ages and has like no structure and is the opposite of good but w/e hi ♥
Burt doesn’t have a whole lot of time for guilt, not unless he’s really earned it. Two decades ago he spent a whole week thinking he’d lost Lizzie’s wedding ring and his conscience made sure he felt every damn second of it even though she didn’t. He deserved that. It may have been pointless, but it’s not as if he’s ever been the kind of man to try to subscribe any concrete point to being human either. He just is. Sometimes these things are unavoidable and sometimes they feel like shit.
“Courtesy is a lady’s armor. She’s using her courtesy to deceive people, and she’s using her former self as a facade, and it works so much to her advantage, because people still think she’s this naive, vulnerable, little girl, and she’s really not. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows what game she’s playing! And no one else does. And she’s learned from the best — Cersei, Margaery, Tyrion, Littlefinger, even Joffrey. She’s learned so much from these people, and they don’t even realize it. They’re unwittingly feeding her to become this great kind of manipulator. King’s Landing can either make or break a person, and in Sansa’s case, it’s making her.”—Sophie Turner is here to dismantle all of your preconceptions about Sansa Stark (from her 4/13/14 interview with Vulture.com)
just want to raise a glass for oberyn for being one of the few characters who is actually disgusted and enraged by rape and the rape culture of westeros while being non-white, non-het, and not a huge piece of crap towards bastards and non-noble ppl
Dear every person who says that a mental illness is not
a valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,
Say that to the counselor, the school nurse, the paramedics,
and the friend who walked me to the office on the day of my overdose.
Say that to the kids who saw me sleep through first and second period.
Say that to the boy who sleeps in every class.
Tell that to my teacher who had to talk me out
of suicide on a school night.
Tell that to my bio teacher who saw
me break down during a suicide prevention assembly.
Tell that to the housemates who have heard
me call the suicide hotlines.
Tell that to my freshman English teacher who tells
me I look so alive now in comparison to
how dead I looked freshman year.
Say that to any friend who has had to talk me out of suicide.
Say that to any friend who has had to calm me down
after an anxiety attack.
Say that to every friend and follower that has
come to me with thoughts of suicide.
Tell that to the kids who have failing grades because
they can’t focus, the ones who can’t make it through
a school night without having an anxiety attack,
the kids who sleep right when they get home and
straight on until morning, the ones who
have more breakdowns a day than meals a day,
the ones who have spent more time staring
at hospital walls than school hallways.
Tell that to the kids who cry every night.
Tell that to the teenagers in psychiatric wards and treatment centers.
Tell that to the family of someone who has just committed suicide.
Tell them that school is more important than their sanity.
There are only five weeks left in the semester and I am freaking out
I have a meeting with my Advanced Comp professor about my final project today, and I have no cohesion. None. I have done only the most minimal of research.
And for my capstone? I HAVE DONE NONE.
Well, I contacted a librarian and found out that apparently no one has written about Moby Dick and BSG (which is absurd), but that doesn’t exactly help me write my paper. But at least I have a (mostly) cohesive idea.