So, I'll be turning 21 tomorrow (December 17). If you noticed, I haven't been active at all lately, and with the transphobic, enbyphobic, hating sexworkers shit @staff has going on, not to mention the controversy of apparently not being able to deny access to actual nazis, I have decided I will be logging out for good on this hellsite. This account will remain here, would I ever find the courage to log in again, but for now this is goodbye. I hope the best for y'all. Peace out ✌
Honestly, this morning I wanted to write that the best thing about being sick is that, between wallowing in self-pity and coughing up a lung, my mind is unable to do the anxiety and depression. Right now I just want the sweet release of death.
College and uni is just paying a shitload of money to an institution whose only payback is putting incompetent teachers in front of a class telling you stuff you could have read from a textbook.
Honestly, killing myself would be easier than trying to pass these classes.
i don’t really give a shit about this tumblr being removed from the app store thing but above all i am really glad this is happening now and not in 2011 so i don’t have to scroll past some “PSA: TUMBLR HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THE APP STORE!” “oh HELL NO!!! Dr who fandom grab your tardises!!!” “*50 gif reaction images of the supernatural guy looking pissed off” type of shit
This is a really difficult angle to look disgruntled from. I took so many photos trying to look sufficiently miffed, but all my frowns are shaped like >:I
hard pill to swallow: there are some things that are not meant for you. you will meet people that are not willing to stay. there will be times that you will fail. but don’t be discouraged because alongside, you are meant to be something, you will meet people that will stay, and most importantly, you will get better.
Shout out to my Arabic teacher that looked at us yesterday mid-lesson and said, “I’m worried. You all look exhausted and depressed.”
Of course we were all like, “Oh yeah we’re dead inside, you haven’t noticed?”
And he snapped shut the textbook, threw up his hands and said, “That’s not healthy! No more vocab! Time for dancing!”
And he taught us a dance from Iraq and we danced instead of doing vocab. We didn’t stop dancing until he saw all of us laughing and was satisfied that we were all feeling better. It was perhaps the coolest, most kind-hearted thing I’ve ever seen a college instructor do.