i can so tell them apart

I wrote an 8 page letter tonight and i was like ‘wow this explains it all’ I can tell the world whats happening. Tell my parents how depression feels. Tell them how I need Islam and God. But then my mum comes in and asks questions she doesn’t want to hear the answer to. She still wants to pretend that this is some teenage stage and I’ll get over it. But I’ve been living like this for so long i don’t know what normal is.

I can barely breathe. I want to go home, but i don’t know where that is. I think of suicide so often my wrists ache from ghosts. In year 8 this whole thing started, and it was gonna end the year after but it didn’t. Cause He saved me.

And i keep thinking, baby you can wait another two years. Baby its only a year til you get a licence. One and a half now. One and a half til it all ends.

But i’ve been living in limbo. Everything i write lately has been a suicide note. To the little Louisas. To my friends. To the world. To mum and dad.

Im so ready for it to finish sometimes. To burn forever. Cause i spend more time choking on tears than smiling and ive always been a smiler. No one can say i haven’t been a good daughter. Cause i have been. The very best apart from all this. Ive been the sister mother to my siblings. The daughter confidant to my mother. The daughter who my father can talk to and do things with. The friend who was always there and always gave and gave. Ugly but kind.

Ive been good. Or i swear, ive been trying. But i feel so tired. So so so tired. I just want it to end so badly now.

anonymous asked:

i wouldn't worry that much about karkat and terezi having grown apart as friends! sure, they haven't interacted much yet but we did see that terezi still knows him so well that she can tell exactly why he's throwing a tantrum (v4ntrum) even from a distance. and she's obviously still pals with dave and is happy for both of them so!! yeah!! :)

you are a savior of emotions :’)

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Books:Harry Potter and Philosopher’s Stone [1/7]

Chapter 7: The Sorting Hat
Oh you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There’s nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can’t see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands (though I have none)
For I’m a Thinking Cap!

So for kicks I’ve been doodling ideas about 2003 Mike meeting 2012 Mikey and this was one of them. The Headband Swap!
I also really really REALLY wanted to draw 2012 Mikey with a long bandana. And the fact that 2k3 Mike had his tails cut off at one point… it was the perfect opportunity!

Sorting Hat Song:

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There’s nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can’t see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands (though I have none)
For I’m a Thinking Cap!

Check out more sorting hat songs on MuggleNet

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1991 Song

Oh you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There’s nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can’t see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands (though I have none)
For I’m a Thinking Cap.

About that Song though...

Look I never tell ppl what to think. I think we are all adults with our own minds and it honest to God doesn’t matter what we think cause it won’t change Zach and Frankie’s reality..it’s their business and their relationship. Whether it be good or bad right now or in between or whatever our thoughts about what’s going won’t change what’s going on. This is how I stay chill cause I know that it doesn’t matter what I think it won’t change reality. They have to find their own way to happy whether it’s together or apart…it’s not my journey so I can sit back and be supportive. That’s all I can do.

Now that being said let’s talk about that song shall we. I’m not going to tell you it’s about this or that I’m just going to summarize the lyrics….and you do with them what you want. :-)

Someday I’ll let you in and you’ll get it right. You’ve never met anyone like me. I shine so bright I’m blinding. You always want what you can’t have but I’m going to put in work. I’m help shape you. I’m ready. So just stop. Stop trying to fight this. Let’s be for real. You are play fighting anyway. You always give in in the end. So just give it up. Come a little closer. Stop trying to walk away because I AM NEVER LEAVING YOU! I’m STAYING RIGHT HERE! I see your darker side. I’ll provide the light. We can do this together. You know I got this. You know I’m running shit. Just let me take over for a while. You know you love me. You’re addicted so just let me take care of you.

So just stop. Stop trying to fight this. Let’s be for real. You are play fighting anyway. You always give in in the end. So just give it up.

Just a summary of a great song Frankie tweeted….you are grown…do what you will with it.

Happy Tuesday!

fullmetal-alchebitch asked:

!! Hey omg guess what happened I came out to my school as non-binary and now all these popular girls are coming up to me and telling me how brave I am and the boys consider me 'part of them' now or whatever bc of their understanding of what non-binary means and they're all texting me offering to beat up my bullies etc. and this one guy completely tore apart my gender identity and is now getting roasted on IG so... I just can't process this I'm so happy like wow

Dayyyyyyyyum that’s the coolest stuff I’ve heard in a while! Congrats & good luck :)

It's Getting Bad Again

I can’t sleep.
I wake up from terrible dreams.
I struggle to find a single piece of happiness yet the only that I feel is sinking.
It had gotten so easy.
I felt light, I felt free, like I could never possibly feel this way again.
Now, I can’t breathe. I feel weighed down. And it’s getting too hard to hide it. People can feel it. I can be smiling and they’ll still ask me if something’s wrong. And I never know the answer. Because what do you say to people you love. You can’t tell them that you don’t sleep. You can’t tell them that
you feel like the world is suffocating you. You can’t say that you feel like you’re falling apart. You can’t say any of that.
But I’m tired of sitting in the dark.
I’m tired of being restless.
I’m tired of pretending that everything is okay.
Most of all, I’m just tired.

— 2:54 am

slight-discomfort-at-the-disco asked:

Oh man oh man. Im thinking modern au where Sirius is studying art in college. Sirius always has paint on himself, under his chin, the corner of his eyebrow, caked on his fingers--frankly the marauders are lucky if hes not still wearing that filthy smock and has a paintbrush in his ear when theyre outside of class. Usually, hes known him to stick to oils and paints on his easel, but one day he tells Remus, and only Remus. Sirius shows Remus this surrealist landscape piece on the side of a bridge.

There are bright green flowers and the sky is upside down. The moon is broken apart and pieces are scattered across the sea. Remus can barely choke out an ‘oh my god. Oh my god.’ Because hes so mesmerized. 'That explains why theres always the smell of spray paint around you.’

And then one afternoon they’re just wandering around the streets

And Sirius says, “I have to show you something” 

And Sirius leads them to this overpass just coming off the highway

And there are strips of grass on either side of the road underneath it 

And Sirius pulls Remus to lie down with him

And Remus opens his mouth to ask him what they’re doing

And Sirius just tugs his hand again

And Remus huffs but does what he’s told

And there over his head is the lunar cycle in black and gold and white

And underneath that is Will you be the moon to my stars until we fade away forever?

And Remus turns to look at Sirius

And Sirius is already looking at him

And holding a simple band of white gold 

And Remus takes it 

And he’s nodding

And his eyes are welling up

And he sees through his tears that engraved on the inside is the same quote

the last time i saw you, i thought about
kissing you the whole drive home.
i thought about every could-be, would-be,
if only i had the strength to love you.

but the truth is, the experiences i make here
will filter my thoughts like dams
and make me who i am.
driving home from your apartment
with my windows open and my voice
serenading the trees is the kind of strength
i want to collect in mason jars. the kind
of strength that will keep me whole.
i want to capture the jokes we made when we wanted this to work so bad our hearts shook
and smear the remains on my life
so i never forget how good
this anxiety in my stomach can feel.

when my friends ask me where we stand,
i smile like you’re my best-kept secret.
i tell them we’re maybe kinda sorta a thing
that may or may not be going nowhere,
but with you, i am going everywhere.
i love this feeling too much to let it go. i love
how my name sounds bubbling up
in your voice box. i love
obsessing over how i could curve your spine
until i fit inside of you comfortably. i love
sending you pictures of my alcohol collection
and feeling my throat burn like vodka when
i cough up everything that’s on my mind. i love
how you go down easy like smoke rings.

i want to treasure this feeling
of telling people what i feel when i feel it
so that my feelings don’t get forgotten
like the dandelion wishes we don’t
remember if came true or not.
at night, i pray that you are happy.
at night, i pray you are as free as you made me.

—  the fourth diary entry i kept locked up in the floorboards / scarredconversations

anonymous asked:

I FUCKING HATE MEN SO GOD DAMNED MUCH!!!! I'M SICK OF IT!!!!!! I have been harassed by them ENDLESSLY and yet I'M the one that has to admit that it's not all men and I'M the one who has to calm down and I'M the one who has to mollycoddle my abusers!!! EVERY. FUCKING. DAY!!! GOD!!!!!! honestly I just had to get that off my chest. I'm near tears after being harassed by about a dozen different men online. And I know I can't tell anyone because I'll get viciously ripped apart for DARING to hate men

Many people act like hatred is never justified, but we’re only human. If we are mistreated enough it’s nor uncommon for us to become angry, and bitter. This person that messaged you is ridiculous. They are more concerned about some virtual perception of “all men” than they are about what causes people to feel this way in the first place.

I’m sorry you’re being harassed so much, it’s appalling that people are expected to suffer through these kinds of things in silence and I’m glad I could at least be a sounding board for your valid frustrations <3

ink my skin with your name

Tomione, Hades/Persephone!AU, oneshot. 

Word Count: 1,088

Summary: she dreams of dark hair and pale skin, ghost-white; she dreams of slender fingers on a wand, of words and lies and secrets, twisting together until she can’t tell them apart; she dreams of silver, of green, of cold, hard stone, of red hearts that cease to beat and vividly bright pomegranate seeds, sweet and soft.

Notes: incendiomalfoy you’re the reason i actually finished this, so thanks?? 

I haven’t written in about a year - this is actually the first complete thing I’ve produced since then? I’m very rusty, so this isn’t my best, but oh well. you can also read on ffnet or ao3 x

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Anonymous said to glitterpiggies: Molly is soooo cute <3 And Billy and Millie are too, of course :) Also I have a real question : was it easy for you to tell Billy and Billie from each other ? Did they had a difference that told which one is which ? Or for you was it more like parent who can recognise their baby twins even when they look very similar ?

Hello! Thank you <3 I think it’s a bit of both, it was super easy for me to keep them apart, I just spent so much time with them so it was a bit like the twin thing like you said haha. 

But the main difference between them was their size. Billie was a lot bigger than Billy. Billie was 2,5 pounds, and Billy 1,7. This was always the best way for people who didn’t know them that well to tell them apart! Billie also had a longer face, her nose was quite long, while Billy’s nose is very short :)

Billie:

Billy:


Anonymous said to glitterpiggies: Hello :) I just wanted to share my joy with you : the other day I saw one of mu piggies liking the other one behind her ear. That was the first time in almost two years that I saw them being friendly with eachother, usually they juste mostly ignore the other one 

Yay :D That’s so cute! I love it when pigs do that.


Anonymous said to glitterpiggies: Hi ! How long do you think piggies can handle a car ride before they start feeling really too stressed out ? Also do you think they could handle being in an airplane for several hours ? What about buses ? Haha sorry to ask so much, I’m just checking lots of stuff because I might adopt some guinea pigs in a couple of months

Hi, guinea pigs are okay for longish car rides under the right circumstances. I take my pigs with me on a 8-10 hour drive to my parents’ house a couple of times a year. It shouldn’t be too cold or too hot in the car, don’t keep your door open for too long, guinea pigs can catch a cold very easily, so also make sure the windows are closed at all times! The wind really isn’t good for them. Make sure the music isn’t turned on too loud. And obviously you should make sure they have enough food and water, and it might be a good idea to partly cover the cage with a blanket so that they feel safer :) Check on them every once in a while, but don’t pick them up all the time, let them hide and get through the carride the way they feel safest.

Guinea pigs can fly, it’s stressful for them, but it’s possible. Price depends on the airline and the country you’re flying from and to. Also depending on the country you go to a quarantine period might be required, so do your research well! If I’m correct they’re not allowed on a normal passenger flight, but they need to fly with a cargo plane with a compartment suitable for pets (because of the temperatures). Not all airports are allowed to “import” small pets, so that’s something else to look out for :)

Buses can be okay, but I wouldn’t take them on a long bus ride. All the things you can control in your car, you can’t control on a bus. Loud noises, open windows, temperature, etc; you can’t control that anymore.

I hope this helps you! Good luck!

hellomynameissimply asked:

I've got a Hannibal Meta Question which I think hasn't been around: Certain foods create quite distictive odor upon defecation. Considering Hannibals immense olfactory abilities, did you ever wonder what he thinks or feels when he goes to the toilet and smells the fetor of his digested previous victims? Do you think he is satisfied with how he destroyed them, or is he maybe angry that he was not able to internalize every single part of them, that there is still something that passes on?

yeah but hannibal thinks his shit doesn’t stink SOOOOOOO

tooweirdtoliveto21 asked:

I have to say I really really love your blog, and you are one of the biggest reasons I love astrology. The way you describe the signs is so eloquent and magical, I fall in love with every word. I have depression, but whenever I get down on myself and lose self-confidence, reading your description of my sign (pisces) really inspires me and reminds me that I am special and that I am apart of this beautiful group of people who have the universe flowing through them. Thank you so much! <3

TW, this is Jon Hassinger (Cherry allows me to post on her fb page).  i say depression is something that comes up from the subconscious part of you.  It is trying to tell you something, I believe.  Usually underneath is intense anger or something.  It might be good to gently, over time get in touch with the cause of the depression.
for me depression is a great time because I can finally get into a period of silence.  i’m not afraid of it, but am also told I don’t really have depression.  Whatever.  Think about getting into astrology!  It’s so, so fun.  Jon Hassinger