Comparing The Rotations Of Objects In The Solar System. Just Look At Them Lol.✨🪐

Accurate depiction of me spreading the joy after my otp kisses for the first time:

I want to see people's routine when a scantily clad empty blog starts stalking you.

Please reblog to obtain a larger sample size, thanks!

I've started a support group here on tumblr if anyone is interested it's called tumblr united.

The reason I am starting it is because I am mentally stable and I want to give back and be there for those who struggle

like old friends meeting, or the dawn breaking into the night, a thousand years of darkness and then a flicker of light. 

art by james r eads, motion by the glitch

Winter this year is like a girl you’re in an argument with who keeps leaving the room, and just when it seems like it’s over she busts back in and yells “And Another Thing!”

the signs as super emo bands(not in a bad way)

aries- all time low

taurus- my chemical romance

gemini- asking alexandria

cancer- sleeping with sirens

leo- bullet for my valentine

virgo- mayday parade

libra- panic! at the disco

scorpio- taking back sunday

sagittarius- fall out boy

capricorn- pierce the veil

aquarius- thirty seconds to mars

pisces- black veil brides

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?

you know what i want from descendants 3? i want a villain who isn’t from the isle. i want a brand new villain who grew up in auradon because banishing all the bad people and their fuckingg kids on an island didn’t change the fact that sometimes bad people exist and i want mal and evie and jay and carlos and uma and gil and harry to all work together to take the new villain down and that’s what heals the rift between mal and uma and i want harry hooks eyeliner to get progressively more outrageous than it did in d2