me towards my life

lmpulse  asked:

ur still harassing kids and going on a nasty fucking power trip that never ended with the group of people you abused, im not suprised i found u here at all? you made up a shit apology and never fucking stopped the behaviors that hurt ppl and its really embrassing that you got even worse than you were before



Quite frankly, telling someone to be the bigger person and make peace with their abusive parents or they will regret it when their parents die, is among the worst advice you could give someone.

Notes on Self-Reflection

Si+Ne: Does comparing this new moment to my past knowledge help or hinder me in appreciating the wonder and possibility of what is happening?

Ne+Si: Does this train of thought or imagined possibility help or hinder me in the process of reaching genuine gratification and contentment with life?

Ni+Se: Does this abstraction about the future help or hinder me in appreciating and making the best of what is happening at present?

Se+Ni: Will this action or experience help or hinder me in advancing towards my life goals or actualizing my greater potential?

Ti+Fe: Does this inference actually help or hinder me in understanding my place in the world and how to contribute something positive to it?

Fe+Ti: Does this approach to handling people/relationships help or hinder me in becoming a capable, confident, self-sufficient person in my own right?

Fi+Te: Does this moral judgment help or hinder me in doing my part to create the kind of world that better respects me and all individuals?

Te+Fi: Does this solution help or hinder me in addressing the actual problem and achieving results that do as much good as possible?


Fantastical News Everyone!

This just in, I’ve just received word that I’ve been accepted into Vancouver Film School’s Animation Concept Art and Design Program!!!

This is it! It has all come down to this! Years and years of doing what I love and it’s brought me to the next step towards my life goal. I’ve so freaking excited and happy!

There are a few select people I have to thank, for whom I would have not gotten to this point without.  
I’d like to give a special thanks to @slbtumblng@hernyart and @genevievetsai. They have inspired my art to this day and indirectly and directly helped me evolve my style. You guys are the best!

I’d also like to thank @lex-g, @ric-m, and @superion123 for being there for me at various stages of this journey. 

And lastly I’d like to thank all the people who constantly reblog my work! You all made this happen. You shared everything and gave me the go go juice to do more!

Thank you all from the bottom of me heart <3

When I was a kid my Mum worked at a book warehouse and she was allowed to take home books that were damaged or unwanted and, let’s be honest, parents don’t really buy their kids poetry books so I had a hell of a lot of them. Because of this I wrote poetry from a very young age. The oldest poem I have of mine was written when I was four, I still have the original copy. But I have a hazy recollection of writing others before it, safe to say, poetry has lived in me for a very long time.

I wrote, and wrote, and wrote, and read, and read, and read, and when the warehouse closed and I didn’t get anymore poetry books (because poetry books are expensive in comparison to other books), I re-read the ones I had until I could recite them, the spines were cracked, the pages were full of post-it-notes, torn into strips, marking what must have been almost every page. One day one of my favourite poets, Paul Cookson, came to the library next to my primary school. I had brought my copy of “The Very Best of Paul Cookson” with me and I got him to sign it, he seemed surprised that it was my copy and not a library book (possibly because it was so beaten up from reading) and I told him I wanted to be a poet. He was the first adult in my life to really encourage me towards that most unlikely of careers, and I kept that book by my bed for years. I’ve still got a lot of his others, but that signed copy has vanished now. I can still describe the cover though, light blue, with a fish on it. 

Because of this encounter I kept writing, until, when I was in year six, my teacher asked the class what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said I wanted to be a poet, and he, a mean, proud man, one of those teachers that gave you the feeling that they never really wanted to teach children, told me that it was a “stupid and childish idea”. So, slowly, I stopped, my words running out.

Then, years later, in high school, we got asked to write a poem in class. So I did. And apparently it was quite good, because after that one of my teachers Rachel Hendra, took a keen interest in my work, and when, one day, I told her that I was stuck in a rut of rhyming, that I couldn’t write in free verse, she brought in her own personal copies of Ted Hughes’ “Birthday Letters” and “Crow”, and told me two things: One: They were incredible, and Two: If I touched the post-it notes, sprinkled liberally throughout the books, she would kill me. I read Birthday Letters in one amazing day. And then over the weekend I read it again. When I gave it back the post-its were still in place, my words had returned, and my understanding of poetry was forever changed.

That summer I was working at a festival, and I wandered to the poetry stage in the evening. It was the first time I had ever seen poetry performed and I was entranced. And then Joelle Taylor walked on stage and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. 

A few years, passed, I came out as Transgender, I struggled, and poured my struggle into the poetry, and kept writing. My hero, Anthony Head read my poetry, cried, read it again, and liked it so much that he agreed to write the foreword to my first book, and he was kinder and more encouraging than you can ever imagine.  Then, a few years, a lot of events, and a stupid amount of poetry open mic’s (which Hendra and a few other teachers would turn up to in order to -kindly- heckle me) after I had first seen her Joelle came to my hometown. The organiser of the gig asked me if I would perform as her support act, and of course I agreed. After my performance she asked me to apply for Slambassadors, the UK’s biggest youth poetry slam, and I was a winner. I sent a photo of my trophy to Anthony and he posted it all over his social media, he was so excited for me, more excited than any adult in my life had ever been about any award that I had ever won. 

When I was a kid I was always told to be something normal, something boring, something… less. I fought my way up. Past the expectations placed upon me. When I was young I was just a young carer. A trouble maker. I was the kid from the failing school, who got into fights, was excluded from school, the kid who always scrounged food from others, whose parents drank too much, whose grades never quite lived up to expectations, who wouldn’t ever, quite, allow themselves to be fitted into the boxes laid out for them.

Now I’m twenty. I’m the first member of my family to go to university. I have two solo poetry collections that have sold to fourteen different countries. I have won a national poetry award, and performed in the final of the Roundhouse slam. I am following my dreams, and doing what I was told by so many was impossible, because some people, these people, told me that it WAS possible, that the stars were within my reach, and thanks to them I am dedicating my life to reaching them.

i cant stop crying over this gif please look at how happy they both are,,, they really make each other So Happy and full of joy i am.. so.. SOFT !!! like look how scrunched up jinyoungs face is and he goes to cover his face but he’s like nvm the love of my life is coming towards me so im gonna pull him over!!!! and marks smile is so wide too like i just !!!! love markjin!!!!! if u couldnt tell!!!!! jinyoung puts his arm around him to hug nd mark falls instead n Its just so. cute. and truly so pure i feel cleansed

Make Me Cry

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @therealdeanwinchester13‘s Writing Box Challenge! I was really excited to write this and I will be honest this challenged me a lot, which is exactly what I wanted! I didn’t really like this song when she first gave me the prompt, but as always, the more I listened to it, the more I fell in love. I hope you all really like this, because I do.

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 878 (sorry it’s so short!)

Warnings: Language, Angst, Mentions of Death, Fluff if you squint REALLY HARD

Song: “Make Me (Cry)” by Noah Cyrus ft. Labyrinth

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There was a shift in his behavior, but we were all expecting it. Dean was a changed man, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. As I watched him, rubbing that damn mark on his arm with a dark sadness in his eyes, I knew his heart was breaking. But he couldn’t help it. And I couldn’t help it.

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me cry


For a moment, it sounded like the old Dean. The Dean I had fallen in love with. There for just a moment, I almost forgot about all the shit he was putting me through.

But as I looked up, there was a completely different man staring back at me. I almost wanted to cry just looking at him. This wasn’t my Dean. This wasn’t the Dean I had spent countless nights opening my heart up to, telling him all of my secrets and fears. This wasn’t the Dean that I had trusted with my life. This wasn’t the Dean that made love to me just two months ago for the first time.

“I can’t do this without you,” He said quietly, then downed the rest of his whiskey.

As the tears built up in my eyes, my mind raced back to just hours ago. 

“Dean!” I screamed out as the demon in front of me had me pinned to a wall with his hand around my throat. Dean just stood there, staring at me and I couldn’t read the expression on his face. But he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t running towards me, weapon in hand, ready to save my life. He wasn’t going to save my life. Dean was going to let me die.

But Sam came to the rescue in the knick of time, stabbing the demon in the back with Ruby’s knife and even after my life was spared, I felt like I wanted to die. 

I can’t say that anyone has ever watched their boyfriend watch the love of their life almost die…willingly. 

But I can.

Dean was a death sentence to me, and I couldn’t stay here while he was like this. 

Couldn’t hear the thunder
But I heard your heart race
Couldn’t see the rain
We’re too busy making’ hurricanes
Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way

“You just stood there and watched, Dean,” I snapped, letting the tears fall. “You watched me gasping for air…I was seconds away, Dean. Seconds.”

“I don’t know what happened, Y/N,” He cried, standing up and making his way toward me. As he reached his arm out, I jumped back lightly, causing his eyes to give me a hurt expression. “This mark is…”

“God, Dean, I’m so sick of this! I know you can’t help it, okay? But I’m not ready to die yet. I have a lot of living left to do and as much as I love you, I’m not willing to risk being killed by you.”

“You told me you would jump in front of a bullet for me, Y/N! We promised each other we wouldn’t walk away. You knew what you were getting into!” At this point, I was backed against a bookcase, looking up at him in fear.

“Yes, Dean! I would do anything to save you, trust me! But I don’t want to be killed by the man I love, and today. That was the same fucking thing. And don’t you dare try to say it’s not.”

“God dammit, Y/N!” His fist collided with the shelf next to my head and I squeezed my eyes shut, then pushed him away roughly as I wiped the tears from my eyes. “Then leave. If you’re gonna leave, go now, while I’m still under control.”

I laughed humorlessly, “Under control? Dean, you are spinning out of it by the second.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” He pleaded, the tears flowing freely from his eyes. He gently walked toward me and slowly placed his hand on my cheek, causing me to flinch. “Shh, it’s okay. Just…give me a proper goodbye. That’s all I’m asking.”

I nodded slowly as I sobbed, then pulled him into me, wrapping my arms around his strong frame. Then when I pulled away, I gave him a kiss that said I would wait for him, and that I still love him. Because I do. I will always love Dean Winchester, Mark of Cain or not.

And now…standing here over his bed while he lay there lifeless, I wondered if leaving was what I should have done. Maybe Dean would still be alive if he had just one more person there supporting him while he was trying to save the world.

So I left again, because I couldn’t face Sam after this. I was ashamed that I had left the both of them when they needed me most.

And when I encountered a djinn on the way back to North Dakota, I gladly took his hand, and I could finally dream of the perfect life. With Dean and Sam. And there wouldn’t be any monsters, just me and the love of my life.

It was perfect. 

This life was perfect.

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all life is strange ship prompts

Most of these prompts I’ve basically discarded or they’ve already been written, but I have many prompt ideas so here’s small little ideas for you guys (Sorry, I’m Pricefield trash so there’s a ton of those, but please send me your story so I can read them if you do use one of these ideas please because I like reading new life is strange fanfics):

- “We experimented over wine-tasting sessions as kids, but now we’re adults meeting each other for the first time in five years and oh my god is that sexual tension between us?”
- “I’m terrified of men because of something that happened in the past, and Rachel and Chloe are trying to make me feel comfortable with Warren but I’m slowly realizing that it’s not Warren that my eyes have been focused on.”
- “Warren keeps asking me to the drive-in so I asked my best friend Chloe for advice, so now we’re fake dating but I think I’m really getting used to this idea.”
- “This punk girl keeps on coming to the homeless shelter at the same time each week purchasing a shit ton of water bottles, canned chili, and loaves of bread with money that comes from God-knows-where but holy shit, she’s actually royalty whose parents are trying to keep her name under wraps.”
- “I recited one of my poems at a poetry slam about my childhood best friend, turns out she was there listening to my every word and now I’m humiliated.”
- “I dared Max to kiss me, but her nose started bleeding and I can tell she’s rewinded more than once and she just told me not to pull back because apparently, that’s what’s going to happen.”
- “Max and I are at her Seattle home, and I just discovered a treehouse her Dad built for her. I’m sorry, Ryan, I’m using this opportunity alone with your daughter to try and seduce her.”

- “One of the pieces you played on the violin is something I recognized, and you anonymously (even though I know it was you) slid a tape under the door of that piece on Valentines day.”
- “It started raining on our tea date, so we ran inside the cafe with our clothes dripping wet but wow, Kate, you’re so cute with your hair pulled out of the bun.”
- “Max has been taking photos for the children’s book I’m writing and one of the photos she took was of the sunset with a sweet quote on it and I think I’m blushing.”
- “We decided to skip class, and we went to the park with Alice in the middle of the day and wow, Max’s smile is so beautiful. Am I really thinking this?”
- “After Max saved me off that rooftop, all I’ve been thinking about is how much she’s supported me over the past month and a half she’s known me and according to google, I have a crush on Max.”

- “I’ve been talking to this girl online and turns out, she’s just like me and I’m starting to dig her. Turns out when I meet her, she’s one of the girls I personally resent.”
- “I ended up saving your ass from getting eaten by a crocodile while we’re camping but I still hate you. Okay, so maybe that’s not the case. What’s it to you?”
- “Even though you’re trouble, you still invited me to your celebration banquet after getting one of your photos in your parents gallery and we seem to get along just fine when we genuinely talk to each other. Wait, are you flirting with me now?”
- “We accidentally hooked up in the middle of a party involving a shit ton of alcohol and now I’m trying to figure out how to approach you about it. Turns out, you were pretty sober during the party and you weren’t exactly rejecting my advances.”
- “You were holding my arms while I rewinded to try and erase the argument we just had, but turns out my rewind power doesn’t work on you, and now you’re freaking out asking me what the fuck is going on but at least we’re on good terms now, right? I’m now this God-like person to you, and now you’re scared yet intrigued by me.”

- “So maybe the drive-in didn’t help us progress in our relationship, but we definitely managed to hook up after an experiment gone wrong.”
- “We’re graduating out of Blackwell Academy, and I didn’t expect to blush furiously and freeze onstage when you blew a kiss in my direction.”
- “I’m tutoring you in chemistry since you’re not doing too great in it, turns out there’s only one type of chemistry you’re interested in.”
- “I fell asleep in your dorm room during a movie marathon of Harry Potter, and I woke up to you staring at me affectionately and I’m 95% sure I’m drooling.”
- “You convinced me to head to Comic Con with you, but you’re the only one cosplaying while I’m taking a ton of pictures of your nerdy self. I think this side of you is kind of cute.”

- “I ended up blackmailing Victoria after she pulled some shit on my best friend Max, so now she’s willing to do anything I say. And I mean anything.”
- “It’s prom night, and since Nathan hates prom, I’m stuck with the single group of people which includes Chloe in a tux and wow is it getting hot in here?”
- “Stop bothering me by coming up to my dorm room and knocking on it. Oh wait, you’re actually dropping off flowers this time?”
- “Nathan, I know this is gonna sound weird but I think the blue haired girl I keep on seeing around Blackwell putting up those Rachel Amber posters is really hot. How do I approach her?”
- “Chloe keeps on pranking me, turns out she doesn’t know how to express her feelings towards me.”

- “At the lighthouse, I was thinking about ending my life when you came up behind me and started a conversation with me about something stupid, but you fucking saved my life.”
- “We nearly got busted for smoking pot in the parking lot of a restaurant, but it’s okay because we were making out the majority of the time so that’s partly why I didn’t notice.”
- “After getting really high together, both of us almost got hit by a car when we realized it was parked and now we’re making out against said car.”
- “We’re at a party together playing truth or dare and someone just dared me to kiss you but wow, that’s not going to be the first time I’m going to kiss you.”
- “Both of us end up in Los Angeles, and I’m not sure what is going on but I think you’ve been more touchy-feely this trip than throughout our entire friendship.”

Caulscott (Max/Nathan):

- “I’m starting to get obsessed with this version of you because you’re changing from snoopy nerd into this untouchable badass within this entire week.”
- “After you overheard of my situation with Mr. Jefferson on accident, you secretly called the police and arrested him and I’ve never felt so relieved and happy in my life.”
- “You visited me in the hospital and gave me a hug, and instead my heart is going out to you because you really do seem to care even though I give you so much shit in school.”
- “Max has been reluctantly taking care of me while I’ve been sick since Victoria can’t do it because she’s been out of town visiting family, but she’s been so sweet to me so I don’t mind the arrangement.”
- “I recognized Nathan at the aquarium spending the majority of the time with the whales, and there was this big cheesy smile on his face that immediately grabbed my attention. Now that I’m noticing it, this is my first time seeing Nathan smile…and it’s nice.”

- “Victoria keeps telling me to find a girlfriend, but is she not getting the fact that I want to date her instead? Sheesh.”
- “Both of us don’t ever bring up about how we discussed marrying each other in middle school until we both got really high together and ended up talking about that.”
- “My Dad mistakes Victoria for my girlfriend, and when she vehemently denies, for some reason, I feel upset over it and correct her surprising Victoria and myself.”
- “We’re playing Laser Tag together one night but you kissed me out of nowhere in the middle of the game, and what the fuck is our relationship now? Are we best friends? Lovers?”
- “When she asked what my type was, I accidentally made it obvious that she was my type and now she’s giving me a funny look but it doesn’t seem to be a bad look either.”

Grahamscott (Nathan/Warren):
- “You were in the locker room getting dressed, and WOW I just noticed your six pack. Why am I thinking so much over this?”
- “You’ve changed from nerdy boy to hardass, and for some reason, that’s my type? I think I’m starting to get curious about you now.”
- “We ran into each other in a gay bar, and I’ve never seen both of us look so ashamed and embarrassed in my life.”
- “I ended up in the hospital due to a really bad car accident, and you were the first person I woke up to. Apparently you slept by my bedside and didn’t leave my side once.”
- “I’ve been talking to him on grindr, but he doesn’t know that I have a crush on him. Yet.”

Hellalujah (Kate/Chloe):
- “You came up to me on campus and invited me to your Church group. Instead of being interested in that, now I’m interested in you.”
- “Alice seemed to have gotten out again and it’s raining, but the only person whose around to help is me. You’ve been coming over everyday after school after discovering I’m sick because of that to make me soup and cheer me up whoops did I mention I’m starting to have feelings for you?”
- “You’re the type of person I want to be: Free to make any decision I want, and finally I’m given that opportunity when you and I decide to smoke weed together in private and now I’m feeling pretty good about everything and you.”
- “I’m in cultural anthropology and we’re in a heated discussion about opposites attracting, yet you’re telling me they don’t but I’m going to prove to you they do.”

- “Chloe tried to make Max breakfast since it’s her birthday and Chloe totally fucked up and burnt all the food so now we’re eating burnt toast but it’s whatever, we love Chloe anyway.”
- “I just walked in on Chloe and Rachel hooking up which got awkward really fast, and I told them to continue and I guess I joined in.”
- “We’re roadtripping but Chloe gets lost and we end up staying the night in a cabin since we’re nearby a campsite when I confess that I’ve never been kissed and both girls end up fighting over kissing me.”
- “We’re at a Halsey concert and they’re playing our song whenever both of us realize how Max is more than ready for the mosh pit.”


- “We decided to go food shopping, and Chloe keeps on throwing junk food into the basket but Kate keeps on putting the junk food back in when Max isn’t looking.”
- “Both me and Max come out to Kate about our relationship when she admits that she’s always been a little bicurious herself. A joke about that quickly turns serious.”
- “I just took down Kate’s viral video by going into Victoria’s youtube account, and turns out after watching it, Kate kissed a wasted Chloe. But Kate ends up being so relieved she kisses me too? So now she’s held responsible for both of us.”
- “Max brought us to the zoo and she’s torn between me wanting to see the insect exhibit and Kate wanting to stay where she is because Kate really dislikes insects so Max decides to compensate for the entire party by coming up with an idea all of us will enjoy.”


- “As a kid, I used to hate beans but whatever these beans are, they’ve gotten me addicted to beans and now my nickname is Frank-N-Beans.”

صحيح أننى خامل وكسول جداً، ولكن ماذا سيحل بيّ ، إن كان هذا الكسل المُستمر هو موقفى الدائم تجاه الحياة؟ لا أعرف إن كان مزاجى القاتم و الكئيب ،هل سوف يَترُكنى يوما ما فى المستقبل أم لا؟

–من أحد خطابات دوستويفسكى الى أخيه ميخائيل دوستويفسكى

Translated by: Mohamed Esmat

It is true that I am idle—very idle. But what will become of me, if everlasting idleness is to be my only attitude towards life? I don’t know if my gloomy mood will ever leave me or not

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Mikhail Dostoevsky

Three’s a Crowd (Part 4)

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly au, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

“So you’re left alone in the house with Taehyung while Mika is gone away for a business trip?” My best friend, Jungkook, repeated the words I had previously told him which made me nod. “That does’t sound so bad…I don’t now why you’re worrying so much, you don’t have Mika to tell you what to do or boss you around anymore”

“Unnie doesn’t boss me around Jungkook” I spoke, which earned me a look from him. “She doesn’t. She’s just really overprotective and wants what’s best for me”

“By bossing you around”

“Jungkook” I warned him. Jungkook laughed and nudged my side playfully before turning back to his work, scribbling a few notes down from the board at front. I nibbled on the lid of my pen as I began to think of last nights events. The delivery boy, the movie, saying he was mine, the nearly kiss. Would he have went through with it if Mika didn’t call? Probably not.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook brought me out of my thoughts, making me jump as he placed his hand on my arm to grab my attention.

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i’m crying. i’m s o crying. i’m f ucking crying. for the things i see in my askbox, for every single of you who cared so much about me, about my own feelings. for the beautiful & trusted friendship i created here, for E VERY SINGLE OF YOU WHO SAW ME in my currently state, who saw the FRAGILE me & who didn’t step back . i’m so glad, i’m so glad, i’m … i’m so glad.

a big thanks goes to @dimmedflame // @yosokui // @cinderbled who literally saw the saddest black ever, the real me & just, just there are no words for this. there are really no words for this. i wanna thanks every single of you, who sent me something, who said : ‘ hey, come here, let’s talk. ‘ / WHO CARED FOR ME. thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks. thank you. thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Thoughts on Quiet People

We live in a society that worships the loud, the bold, the aggressive, and the big personalities. I have always felt a sense of shame for the way I am: complex, thoughtful, shy, and occasionally quiet. Some people say, “What’s the big deal? You’re quiet, so what?” but if I felt accepted then I wouldn’t feel the need to put myself down for being this way. I have felt this unspoken resentment towards quiet people my whole life. Teachers tell me to talk more in class. My friends tell me to be more outgoing and I’m the one they forget to invite to the party. My parents say, “you were such an fun, energetic kid, but you’ve changed so much.” I’m overlooked by boys my age who gravitate towards the bubbly, spontaneous ones. People tell me to be more assertive, mean, and to fight for what I want. I feel guilty for loving alone time to just sitting silently and thinking reflectively because this is a “waste of time.” Of course I should be hanging out with friends, climbing the social ladder, and improving my social skills, but all I want to do is to escape that overwhelming pressure to perform because even when I’m trying my best to be accepted I still fall short. It feels like everyone at parties and social events is there to prove something to the people around them. It’s as if life is a competition to them. Conversation revolves around putting other people down and elevating yourself. I feel like I must speak up not because I have something that I want to say, but just because I want to be heard. I want to be liked. I want to be accepted. I want to be like those careless, outgoing people who get all the attention and love. 

Occasionally, I stop and think about how twisted my thoughts have become. 

That’s when I realize that quiet people where never the problem, it our society that needs to change. Just think about how much better life would be if people valued quiet people. Sure, there might be less talking, but there would certainly be more thinking. People would become more considerate of other people and think about how they are feeling. Greater value would be placed on intelligent,  thoughtful minds. More people would take the time to think about who they are, who they want to be, and what decisions they want to make. It would help people to start loving themselves for who they are instead of trying to compete for attention and acceptance. Conversations would go beyond surface level and it would be normal to talk about your hopes, dreams, passions, and view on life. And maybe quiet people would gain the courage to break out of their comfort zones, stand up for themselves, and speak up. 

So, I know what you are thinking. This sounds great, but how can anything be changed? 

Quiet people need to stop being quiet and start a conversation. The more this subject is talked about then the more people will recognize its negative impact and open themselves up to change. People need to promote self love among quiet people and stand up against negative statements against quiet people because…

Quiet people are worthy of acceptance and love just the way they are.