If the last digit of the notes when you see this is 0, vote option A. If it’s 1 or 2, vote option B. If it’s 3, 4, or 5, vote option C. If it’s 6, 7, 8, or 9, vote option D.
Other girls: *fangirl cutely*
me: *raptor noises* *slams head on the table*
Ya know, I like you... but I like you a lot better when you're in therapy.
Ships are like potatoes chips, you can’t just have one.
What she says: I'm fine
What she means: in the latest season finale of doctor who, it was said that Clara is now living in a sort of limbo between her second to last, and her very last heart beat. If what we saw of her death is inevitable(which it is) then that means that there will be a time in the future where Clara has to decide, that her time is over, and that she must go back to that moment to complete the timeline. Knowing this, it is inevitable that the writers will wait until we've accepted Clara as a "living" character again to FUCKING RIP OUR HEARTS OUT IN ONE EPISODE CENTERING AROUND THAT DECISION.
PSA: for all you Harry Potter fans, this week is very important !!
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?
John: cute overload
*smoosh*