Oh Its Not An Accident

can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

I was in the hospital for mental health reasons and one of my first thoughts was "shit I'm going to be so behind in school." I ended up being there for a week most of my teachers didn't care the two that did had there own mental health issues

when adults tell teenagers that the dull ache of high school is just a survivable mess that they’re making up to be worse than it is, i think of this:

when i was in sophomore year, i was in an accident and the left side of my face was hit. i sat in the emergency room with a clearly broken nose and blood coming out of a laceration on my cheek. and i did my homework. i did my homework with a black eye swelling up, with little red fingerprints on it. 

and he told me to redo it. that it wasn’t good enough. the assignment itself was worth maybe five points out of a hundred. he wouldn’t forgive me for it. when i explained about my concussion, he told me to do it somewhere dark.

we don’t make it up. the value of our lives becomes almost nothing at all. the quality of living that is allowed is so low that students learn to apply it to themselves. they are useless, unimportant, a machine to figure out problems without any food, sleep, family time. nothing. we call teenagers moody because something in them breaks a little. we don’t say: they are stressed beyond measure and they believe their own physical health is less important than the quality of the product they’re forced to produce. we don’t say: wouldn’t you be moody too?

When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.

We were all waiting for this

you’ve heard of sister daniel

now get ready for

mother danresa

I think we all just want someone who can see the beauty we can’t see in ourselves. Not someone that romanticizes the mess and calls it beautiful, but someone that walks boldly into our brokenness, sees us spread-eagle in the middle of the wreckage and says that we’re worth salvaging.

Maxwell Diawuoh (via quotemadness)

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I’m in a wheelchair and my dad has always told me I wouldn’t find a date. I’m going to make a book with all of the names of the rebloggers.

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All the people who went to the last Princess Prom seeing the two women who had a fight on the dance floor 10 years later and they’re married:

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