thank you skam, for getting me through the hardest time of my life and teaching me so much about life. i’m so saddened to have to say goodbye to truthfully one of my all time favorite shows. i discovered skam when i needed it most, it made me happy and distracted me through hard times. this show is truly inspirational and more than just a show. i’ll forever love this show with all my heart ❤️ alt er love 21:21, for the last time..
can i request a current drag me down au where juemma gets pregnant? pls?
this is not @ilosttrackofthings‘s prompt, but it is 100% her fault and we both know it. *shakes fist*
“Positive,” Doctor Stutler says, and the sharp current of anger running through Jemma—the current she’s been clinging to and stoking since the admitting nurse sighed and said I guess I don’t need to ask you if you’ve been sexually active lately, the current that made it so easy not to be frightened—evaporates at once.
The world wavers around her; she clings tight to the exam bed beneath her and tries to be distracted by the scratch of paper and cheap fabric against her palms.
“You’re certain?” she asks, voice steady but rather higher than usual.
Stutler rolls her eyes. (Jemma might have known better than to expect any kind of sympathy or compassion here.)
(Dear mom and dad, please don’t kill me over this permanent choice. I want you to hear me out.)
Today, I am coming out with something that only few of you know. I am ready to have a conversation about my mental illness.
Last year, I was diagnosed with depression. And in all honesty, I believe it was a problem for quite a while before that, but I think it just got worse to the point of hardly functioning.
So today, I got this tattoo. I feel that my leg was the best place for the meaning behind it. When everyone else sees it, they see “I’m fine,” but from my viewpoint, it reads “save me.” To me, it means that others see this person that seems okay, but, in reality, is not okay at all. It reminds me that people who may appear happy, may be at battle with themselves.
To me, depression is the days that I feel sad for no reason. Depression is the mornings that I don’t feel capable of getting out of bed. Depression is the sleeping too much, or sleeping too little. Depression is the homework that I never completed, simply because I didn’t feel like I was capable. Depression is the break downs I have over absolutely nothing. Depression is the eating too much, or eating too little. Depression is the nights I begin to cry because I feel so overwhelmed, even though everything is going right. Depression is the 50 pounds I carry in my chest at all times. Depression is the need to constantly be distracted (being on social media, playing video games, watching movies or shows, or working all the time) because I can’t trust myself with my thoughts for longer than 3 minutes. Depression is the friendships that have suffered because of my inability to function. Depression is the hurtful thoughts and actions I have towards myself. Depression is the tears I have because I don’t know why I feel so worthless, when I know I should feel happy.
This is one of the most difficult things to open up about because it’s extremely hard for me to feel vulnerable…but this needs to be talked about. Mental illness is serious, but so shamed in our society. We care so much for our physical health, but hardly a thing about our mental state. And that is seriously messed up. Mental illness is not a choice and will likely hit everyone at some point in their life. If it’s such a huge issue, why aren’t we having this conversation about it?
That’s why I got this tattoo; they are great conversation starters. This forces me to talk about my own struggle, and why the awareness of it is important. You’d be surprised by how many people YOU know that struggle with depression, anxiety, or other mental illness. I may only be one person, but one can save another…and that’s all I could really ask for.
Maybe this is part of why I am so interested in psychology. I want to help people who feel the way I have—and still do—because it’s hell. And I don’t wish that upon anyone.
“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.” —Robin Williams
**Also, THANK YOU to the ones who have helped me in this battle. I would not be where I am without you.**
transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.
I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.
I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.
As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.
You guys, I’m crying. Their great master plan to distract the terrifying Darth Vader to get him out of the room so they can go get the holocrons that they need to teach future generations is literally “send in a hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi, that will scramble his thoughts and make him chase after it like a kitten with a piece of string”.
AND IT WORKS EXACTLY AS PLANNED. Honestly, the Rebellion doesn’t even need a plan to deal with Vader, JUST SEND IN KENOBI’S FORCE GHOST and they’ll argue for three hours and you can do whatever you want in the background, Vader won’t even notice.
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WARNING: this is just pure smut no plot whatsoever lmao and it’s filthy as hell read at ur own risk
Jeongguk]: Quad. Now.
brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns
insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this
low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen,
but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on
don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed
near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need
her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate,
but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very
back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise
I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”
quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks
before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.
you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong
narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even
facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your
urgency to leave the room increases.
yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go
in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy
and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure
that Sejong will call you out.
I am nearing the end of my grade 11 year and just wanted to share the study habits that I developed (and I wished I picked up from the start) when taking up VCE for the first time.
1. Learning Style - There are a bunch of learning styles such as (visual learning, auditory learning and physical learning). I for one learn through visuals and jotting down notes over and over annnd over again just to get it through my head.
2. Always have a planner - If you’re a Starbucks fan (like me) - I usually just use my Starbucks planner that I get at the end of the year through collecting stickers and what-not. Having a planner is really useful to write down reminders for school and writing down goals. I also get if you don’t like planners… so I recommend using your phone or any device that can store details of reminders.
3. Have a specific time to do homework - If you get distracted by alot of things (like me) you should set a time in the day to get work done. In my case, this study habit wasn’t really developed I just had it pounded into my head when I was younger. Just have an alarm on what time you need to do your homework.
4. Find a “study zone” - Find a place where you find comfort in studying and where you can be really productive. Usually I just hang around in my room as it is very quiet and nobody really disturbs me.
5. REST - It is 100% important to get things done, but if you’re really drained from all the school activities - you need to take a power nap and regain that energy that you’ve lost. When you wake up, drink water and you’ll be good to go.
* Note: You may get distracted (trust me, it’s normal) - try to think about the time you’re wasting not getting work done and how much time you couldve saved to do whatever you wanna do after getting things done.
You felt their eyes everywhere they went. They stared at you in the hallway. They stared at you through mirrors in the training gym. You hated feeling like it was you vs them. Your new partnership deemed, unbalance and undeserved.
The week’s following Jimin’s debut in the training gym left you feeling more isolated than you did when you first got to the facility. At least then you didn’t know what it was like to have everyone hate you. You had taken to sitting in the very back corner of the cafeteria, in the very last row, in the very last seat. You turned your back on the table where you used to sit, not wanting to see the smiles spread across your former friend’s faces as they teased each other, stealing more than one bit of each other’s plates.
But things were different now, you had a new partner. A new not-so-human partner. Jimin’s true identity hidden beneath secrets and layers of real looking skin. Sometimes, you would watch the way his chest would pant in the training gym and wonder how a body made of metal could be so real. You would shiver at the sight of his reddened cheeks, only imagining what was going on underneath.
Jimin slammed his tray of food on the cafeteria table, but you didn’t bother to look up at your partner as he claimed the empty seat in front of you.
“When are you going to stop acting like a child?” he asked as he moved what was supposed to be mashed potatoes across his plate. Hoping that distractions hid the fact that he didn’t actually need to eat to sustain himself.
“Whenever I get new partner. An actual partner, you know with a heartbeat,” you quipped, actually shoveling a large mound of greens past your lips.