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Honestly shout out to people with anxiety and panic disorders, y'all don’t get enough recognition for your hard work. Pushing through your body’s instinct to fight/flee/freeze at the slightest worry is a whole new level of strength. You’re battling almost everyday against a fast-acting animalistic response that humans have been experiencing since the dawn of time, a response that is literally designed to take full control of your actions away from you. That takes so much courage and perseverance. You’re strong as fuck.

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— if memories could bleed, if dreams could scream | m.a.w (via benafflecksgf)

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so last week I was walking downtown and a girl leaned out her car window and yelled “YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS” and today a girl walked past me on the sidewalk and said “I love your socks” (they have birds on them) and I suggest we replace all cat-calling with girls complimenting each other on the street because honestly I have never felt more pretty or into girls in my goddamn life

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it’s completely acceptable to stay alive for tiny reasons. because you want to hear your favorite song one more time. because your dog will miss you if you leave. because the moon is just too pretty to never see again. because you haven’t seen the next season of a really good tv show. because you want to see the christmas lights this year. if you’re alive, you’re doing enough. if you’re surviving, i’m proud of you.

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reblog with the age you turn in 2017

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send me your name and I’ll make you a mini playlist that start with those letters

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A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means I survived.

Chris Cleave, Little Bee (via wnq-writers)

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Inktober Day 12: “The 12 Days of Christmas, but it’s the 12 Days of Halloween.”

This one was so fun! I actually made a lyrics and sung it so it would make sense that the things where there and I’m happy I did as good as I did. Got a little tired so I feel asleep on the book whilst drawing but luckily nothing got smudge (I don’t know why I’m telling you this) But yeah here’s the lyrics that goes with the pictures:

On the first day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; A spiderweb in an oak tree

On the second day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Two scary twins, And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the third day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Three pumpkins smiling, Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the fourth day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the fifth day of Halloween My undead love gave to me Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the sixth day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Six banshees screaming, Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the seventh day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Seven werewolves howling, Six banshees screaming, Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the eight day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Eight cats meowing, Seven werewolves howling, Six banshees screaming, Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the ninth day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Nine witches chanting, Eight cats meowing, Seven werewolves howling, Six banshees screaming, Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the tenth day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Ten bats flying, Nine witches chanting, Eight cats meowing, Seven werewolves howling, Six banshees screaming, Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the eleventh day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Eleven windows broken, Ten bats flying, Nine witches chanting, Eight cats meowing, Seven werewolves howling, Six banshees screaming, Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

On the twelfth day of Halloween My undead love gave to me; Twelve widows crying Eleven windows broken, Ten bats flying, Nine witches chanting, Eight cats meowing, Seven werewolves howling, Six banshees screaming, Five vampires biting Four ghosts scaring, Three pumpkins smiling Two scary twins And a spiderweb in an oak tree

And that’s it guys! (I made it through all those lines! Hopefully you did to!) Hope you liked it!

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mind the thorns, darling – c.k

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so uh. tomorrow (or today, depending on when ur reading this post) is the 15th anniversary of september eleventh, and i just want to tell my fellow muslims that its ok, its ok, it’s not our fault, i love you, i love you, its ok, i love you.

also if u r not muslim can u reblog this? last year i really needed a post like this, so if you could spread it i would really appreciate it!!

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Every now and then, the Marauders fandom gets upset that James was chosen to be a Head Boy when he wasn’t a Prefect.

But of course he was.

It started in the autumn of his fifth year. The fifteen-year-old marched through the corridors, feeling rather important, a badge pinned to his robes.

Filch caught him within the first five minutes. To be fair, James hadn’t tried to run. (If he had, he would have gotten away). He had no reason to. Still, the caretaker grumbled threats of torture as he dragged the Chaser to Professor McGonagall’s office.

“Pretending to be a Prefect,” Filch snarled.

“I’m not pretending you old—” James eventually broke off as he realized that there was no use shouting at the lump of clay that was the caretaker. And so, he turned to Professor McGonagall and said, “I’m a temporary Prefect for the night.”

“Are you?” she asked, with a flicker of amusement. “I don’t seem to recall appointing you as such.”

“You know, Sirius’ brother told me something interesting the other day,” James said. “Did you know that if you looked at the night sky, you could see a star that represents them both? Isn’t that strange. Look for yourself, Professor.”

And she glanced out the window and saw the stars in question. Right next to the nearly full moon. Her face gave away nothing, but she curtly dismissed the caretaker, who seemed surprised if not furious.

“Surely you want me to stay to deliver the punishment?” Filch asked.

“There will be no punishment,” Professor McGonagall said curtly. “You caught a Prefect out of bed. That’s not exactly against the rules, is it?”

James could have hugged her.

As soon as the caretaker was gone, she pushed the tin of biscuits towards James. It didn’t even need saying at this point. He grinned and took his favorite kind. She always had them.

“I didn’t even think…” she whispered. “It’s not full for another three days.”

“I know,” said James. “But he’s really sick this time.”

“He should have told me,” she said. “I would have given him the time off.”

“Yeah, well,” James shrugged. “You know Remus.”

She smiled; she did indeed.

“Did he brief you on your responsibilities?” the professor asked.

“If by ‘briefed’ you mean ‘went into a three-hour lecture on what I should or should not do’ then yeah.”

“You know that I can’t make this official,” Professor McGonagall said. “People would talk.”

“Nah, I know,” James said. 

“You can’t brag about this.”

“I know.”

“You can’t abuse your privileges.”

“I know.”

“Take another biscuit.”

He grinned and did so.

“I believe you have work to do,” she said.

James gave her a mock salute and marched away. He performed Remus’ duties all night, never once abusing the power, knowing that doing so would tarnish Remus’ reputation. He performed them the next two nights as well and told a very skeptical Professor McGonagall that he was sick on the night of the full moon. (”Oh dear,” she said. “I hope your illness stagnates.”)

Truth be told, James was a Prefect almost as much as Remus was.

They were some of the only times in his term at Hogwarts that he solemnly swore that he wasn’t up to no good.

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I just tweeted it and I figure I should also post it here. 

This website literally GRADES YOUR ESSAYS. You can choose your grade level, if you’re using American or British english, what type of paper it is (essay, short story, biography…), and it even checks for plagiarism. THEN once it’s grading your essay, it shows you grammatical errors, suggestions for better sentence structure, and a lot of other things. Reblog to save a life. 

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au where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle, nobody else in the world has that tattoo.

every time you fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. (not necessarily soulmates, just who you fall in love with.)

imagine people who fall in love easily having their bodies completely covered in tattoos.

aromantics who only have their own ankle tattoo on their body.

people who have love affairs having to cover up the other secret tattoo from their spouse/partner.

a new tattoo appearing on a celebrity’s body in new photos and a very lucky fan (who had recently met the celebrity) realizing that it’s their tattoo.

elderly ladies sitting around tables in nursing homes telling the story behind each of their tattoos.

kindergartners who giggle as they look at their own ankle tattoos together and dream about the future tattoos they’ll have when they’re all grown up.

people trying their best to deface tattoos of ex-lovers who broke their hearts, but they can never go away.

just think about this, guys.

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BITCH YOU THOUGHT

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things that 15 year old me did sophomore year that my southern-bred god-fearing conservative christian teachers Did Not Like

teacher refused to let me sit backwards in chairs. i made a point to sit backwards in chairs until she told me to stop, and then id manspread as much as possible. (semester one.)

teacher got onto my friend and gave her a panic attack over her newly dyed hair. i told her my friend putting red streaks in her hair was no different than her removing the grey streaks from her hair. got sent outside. (semester one)

teacher told me my bra strap was showing. took my bra off in class and put it in bag. was sent to principal’s office. mother was called, although she only muffled her laughter over the telephone. (semester two)

[to homophobic teacher who disliked my mothers] “what language is gaelic from? gayland?” “that’s where my moms are from, ma’am.”

teacher claimed i was lying about moving to uruguay and tried to force me into sitting in a personal meeting about my future classes and goals. told her to “sign me the fuck up for underwater basket weaving” and got sent outside. (semester two)

was told by teacher that “ladies should not say they have to pee. try ‘can i use the restroom’ instead” replied with “alright. i gotta piss like a racehorse. can i use the restroom?“ (got sent outside. again. semester two)

was told to “smile, you’ll look nicer” by a 6′0″ male coach i did not know. when he blocked my entrance out of the classroom until i smiled for him, i said “shove it straight up your ass,” before elbowing him in the ribcage, ducking under his arm, and running for it. skipped class in that building for a week. (semester two)

hopped a fence to catch my bus and flipped off an ancient male history teacher when he shouted at me to come back. he threatened to find me again. he never found me.