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annoucement?

i started a different blog on tumblr, mostly because i made this at the end of hs and i am a completely different person and i felt like starting over
also i was trying to find a place away from irl people on this account (who may not even notice me on their dash but whatever) so i could explore a lot of gender/sexuality things as well as speak openly about my mental illness

i’ll keep this blog, so i can  but it won’t be active much or at all and i may one day decide to give it up eventually but who knows what the future holds

if you would like my new url, just message or ask me

marauders4evr:

I want to become a tour guide of one of those haunted asylum tours. I’d sort of hunch over in my wheelchair, wrapped in a cloak, greeting the people. They’ll be nudging each other, waiting to hear about the crazies.

I’ll beckon them with a single finger, wheeling backwards, letting the darkness consume me. They’ll follow, inch by inch, already trembling with adrenaline.

We’ll enter the asylum. It will be dark. Gloomy.

“Take your seats,” I say.

They’re confused but comply, feeling in the dark, finally reaching a table. They can’t wait. They have their cameras prepared.

Somebody asks if you can still hear the patients’ screams in the corridors.

“Well,” I say, “you can hear someone’s screams.”

Without warning, the door crashes shut. We hear a lock. People start screaming. Panicking. At that moment, the lights come on. We’re sitting in a lecture hall. I whisk off my cloak to reveal a perfectly tailored suit.

“All right, folks,” I say. “Let’s talk about how every single horrifying event that happened in asylums was a direct result of the doctors and nurses committing medical malpractice rather than the patients themselves, shall we? We’ll start with Rosemary Kennedy. Someone get the lights. I have a PowerPoint.”

sansacinderellalily:

grapehyasynth:

mattxpike:

High-functioning anxiety sounds like…

You’re not good enough. You’re a bad friend. You’re not good at your job. You’re wasting time. You’re a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. You’re so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why can’t you have your shit together? You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up. You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it. You’re letting everybody down. No one here likes you.

All the while, it appears perfectly calm.

It’s always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written out as if it were describing me exactly.

OH GOSH IT ME

parseltonquinq:

unmistrusting:

listen. hogwarts houses but instead of placing all the houses in the same dormitories you place them in mini dormitories that each have a Gryffindor, slytherin, ravenclaw and hufflepuff

that way when these 4 kids eventually become friends (and lbr they will after basically living each other after 7 years)

all these personality types are evenly balanced out. when the Gryffindor wants to be reckless the slytherin is like ok chill or we could think this through. when the ravenclaw devotes too much time to studying the hufflepuff is like or you could care abt urself too

and etc

this way ur chances of having 3 reckless Gryffindor children trying to save the school every year dwindles js

I am so here for this