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Actually Ginny seems more like the most single person in this in my opinion.

Big 7 Sleeping

Harry: On his side, hands tucked under the pillow, making himself small to maximize the space he can take up. Falls asleep quickly. Favorite thing to wake up to: red curtains, so he knows he’s somewhere he loves, and not under the stairs.

Ron: The starfish. On his back, hands both flung up over his head, completely out of it, all gangly and stretched out. Usually one or both feet out from under the covers.

Hermione: On her side, stretched out, rubbing her legs against the soft sheets, hands tucked under one another after just reaching out and putting the book on the nightstand. 

Ginny: Half twisted like she was stretching her back and left her legs to flop around. Usually moves incessantly all night. Bed hog 100%. Almost never under any covers, though she starts off with them.

Luna: Arms over her stomach, but feet pressed botoms together. Whether to stretch her back or to dance in her sleep, she always makes a diamond with her legs, a sort of silent slumbering butterfly. 

Neville: Half side. One arm up under the pillow, the other across his stomach, half turned on his hip, legs usually crossed and nudging the other side of the bed space, head turned always to the clock on the nightstand.

Draco: Pillow queen. Minimum four pillows needed, extra body pillow preferred. Two pillows under his head, one on either arm to prop him like a throne. At least three types of blanket coverings (sheets, quilt, comforter, or something like). 

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

This isn't fair

I haven’t seen this on tumblr, and I feel like it needs to be said.

We already ask too much of our teachers. Why are we expecting them to give their lives now?

i’m tired of people not appreciating the intense imagery of lena waithe’s met gala outfit, so please read this thread (x)

This is so beautiful

Jared’s not-so-solo Saturday JIB panel

Jared didn’t feel good on Saturday. He said it in the morning J2 panel.

Later, he mentioned not feeling great to several people in his photo ops. When they had autos, people saw him pull Jensen away and they held a private conversation that ended with Jared saying something like “No, I’ll be fine.” Right after that was Jared’s solo panel. Except it wasn’t a solo panel at all. Jensen left his autos and got Rich and Rob and they ALL went out with Jared.

And then this:

Which wasn’t even true really?

He then spent the entire beginning of the panel deflecting questions:

And providing a distraction for Jared who clearly didn’t feel great. He sang KISS acapella :

He blew bubbles at Jared:

Close up of that:

He said this after the first question got interrupted by all the joking around, which was interesting:

He cooled himself off with a fan:

And poured Jared water:

Which they both drank. Very sweet.

He played the guitar:

He flicked bubbles off of Jared:

And told him not to show off his butt:

Honestly? I think Jensen would have ridden a unicycle and juggled if it helped Jared.

And Jared clearly did need him there. 

When Jensen acted like he was going to leave:

Jared reaches out to stop him.

Jensen stayed there until Daniela showed up and LITERALLY dragged him off stage to go back to autos:

I know JIB weekend is hard on both of them. It’s the anniversary of a very bad time. It just warms my heart that Jared felt sick and Jensen went into full protective mode, even making sure Rob and Rich would still be with him if and when Jensen had to go. As my friend described it, Jensen was all MAYDAY MAYDAY ALL HANDS ON DECK JARED NEEDS US the second he realized Jared was a little off.

I think this gif of the big screen behind them sums it up best. Jensen over Jared’s shoulder protectively having his back:

Absolutely stunning

Slight NSFW Thorki artworks for warming up, after my long vacation~ These are consider anatomy paint studies, too. Please enjoy, my Thorki fellas~:D ———- Painted in: Procreate (IpadPro) Touched up in: Photoshop

Traditional Egyptian Zodiac Signs

Satet:   (January 1-7, June 19-28, September 1-7, November 18-26)  

Nile people are very determined, passionate, and peaceful people. They are leaded by their dreams and passions and bring harmony wherever they go. They are very analytical and are great with details. Their open-mindness makes them well liked, they treat all walks of life equal and help anyone in need of a helping hand. 

Amun Ra: (January 8-21, February 1-11)

Amun Ra is the god of creation. Those who belong to this sign are strong, firm, athletic, and hard working. Their strengths are strong will-power, courage, and self-confidence. They are also excellent leaders and organizers. Their known weaknesses are intolerance and anger. They can excel in financial related professions. 

Mut: (January 22-31, September 8-22)

If your Egyptian astrological sign is Mut, you have a great vision on how you want to live your life. You are determined and focused on making your dreams come true. Mut people are often sensitive and shy and keep their true feelings hidden from those around them. Only when they get to know someone really well, they will open up and show who they really are. 

Geb: (February 12-29, August 20-31)  

People born under Geb are reliable, honest, and caring with their families and friends. Their personality is friendly, endearing, and authentic which make them well-liked. Geb people trust their intuition and feelings and have strong sense about things. They can by shhy, sensitive, introverted, negative things can get to them easily. 

Osiris: (March 1-10, November 27 to December 18)

Osiris is the god of the underworld. Those who take their birth under this sign are extremely perplexing and misunderstood. Their strengths are dynamism, intelligence, smartness, and enterprising. Their only weakness is that they try to avoid responsibility. These people are good in teaching and selling. Osiris people are optimistic, positive and passionate about their future and therefore excellent with starting new endeavors.  

Isis: (March 11-31, October 18-29, December 19-31)

The goddess Isis is the deity of discipline. People born under this sign are honorable, proud, and idealistic. They’re also very logical and intuitive. People under the influence of Isis are mostly calm, generous, and optimistic. Their strength lies in being active and self-reliant. Isis people are also quite popular among their friends and are very good communicators. Their weaknesses are extreme obsession and withdrawing, when the chips are down. 

Thoth: (April 1-19, November 8-17)

Thoth is the god of wisdom and learning. People born under the sign of the god of divine words are excellent in solving their problems and skilled at organizing things and events. Nevertheless, they can forego anything in exchange for a better offer. Thoth people are seasoned, original, and authentic. At times, they are very rash, impatient and hasty. 

Horus: (April 20 to May 7, August 12-19)

Horus is the God of the Sky and the Shining Sun. The people who are born under this sign are courageous, daring, and aggressive. Horus people are optimistic, social, and extremely motivated to achieve their goals. They want to achieve the best of life. However, they could be unrealistic, stubborn, and extremely reluctant to face others. Family is very important to people under this sign, and they tend to place the needs of their loved one’s before their own. 

Anubis: (May 8-27, June 29 to July 13)

Anubis is the deity of the underworld. It’s probably the most determined and tolerant of all signs. People who are born under this sign are self reliant, self confident, and has the ability to carry out any task. They are extremely sympathetic, generous, loving, affectionate, and caring. Their weakness could be that people may take them for a ride at times. Anubis people are very generous and creative. Their emotions are sometimes intense, authoritative, and unpredictable. 

Seth: (May 28 to June 18, September 28 to October 2)

If you are born under this sign, you are a free spirit that does not like to be held back. You are seeking change and new adventures that offer you new challenges in life. You dislike any kind of routine and like to try new things and go to new places. Seth people are natural leaders and strive to exceed in everything they do. No challenge is too big for a Seth. You are very determined and persistent in pursuing your goals and dreams and will not give up until they are accomplished. 

Bastet: (July 14-28, September 23-27, October 3-17)

You are searching for harmony, peace, and balance in your life and you dislike any kind of confrontations, chaos, and stressful situations. As a Bastet, it is easy for you to put others’ needs above your own and lend a helping hand whenever you see need. You’re not only loyal in romantic relationships but also with family and friends. You can be truly counted on. Bastets can be sensitive, vulnerable and emotional, but at the same time very protective over those they love. 

Sekhmet: (July 29 to August 11, October 30 to November 7)

Sekhmet is the Goddess of War and Vengeance. Those who are born under this Egyptian zodiac sign are mentally brilliant, imaginative and optimistic. They’re extremely jovial and talkative with people. They are witty and accommodating and their strengths lie in their hospitable character. Sekhmet people are honest, sensitive, and good in business. Their weaknesses are anger, impatience, argumentative, and are characterized by their lack of indulgence, their uncompromising side and their sense of values. 

(Credits to and visit Egyptian Witchcraft for more great stuffs about Egyptian Astrology!)

Harry Potter where everything is the same except instead of “Expelliarmus” they say “YEET”

I seriously needed to hear that story right now.

when the story is just not working, but you keep writing anyway

I would love to read that fic

Harry: Did you know that Draco had a crush on Lockhart in Second Year?

Ron: Oh Merlin! Did you mark his classes in the schedule with hearts like Hermione?

Hermione: Shut up!

Draco: Like you didn’t have a crush on anyone when you were at Hogwarts, Weasley

Ron: Yeah, I liked Blaise

Harry, Hermione and Draco: What!?

Ron: What?

I see so many people reluctant to accept that Severus was ‘indoctrinated’ into the Dark Arts. For some reason, all it takes is Sirius (who we already know to be biased) saying, ‘oh, that guy knew more Dark Arts spells than Voldemort himself from the age of eleven!’ and it’s Accepted Canon that that this eleven-year-old boy - also shown to canonically be very kind, thoughtful, and intelligent - is obviously in some parts Pure Evil.

Has anyone considered that we can juxtapose the allure of the Dark Arts to characters like Severus, with Harry’s infatuation with ‘the Prince’ via ‘The Half-Blood Prince’s’ copy of Advanced Potions? Harry spends the whole of HPB telling Hermione that the Prince is cool and knows his stuff, that he’s so clever and doing such a good job of getting Harry recognised in Potions class, that he couldn’t possibly have malevolent intentions because of this. Harry’s confidence in the Prince, his respect for the Prince, his blind belief in everything the Prince has written gets to such a point that he takes the spell Sectumsempra and throws it at Draco without a second thought, without even realising its potential. 

This is the exact environment in which Severus’ adoption into the Dark Arts could have occurred. The people in his House who knew about it, who were introducing it to him, surely didn’t mean anything too bad with it. It’s just a laugh, as he says to Lily. It was all fun and games, it was cool and interesting - nobody was dying over it. Remember, it didn’t matter how many times Hermione told Harry he needed to return the Prince’s book, it wasn’t until he nearly killed Draco that he realised everything had gone too far. Likewise, it didn’t matter how many times Lily told Severus that Mulciber and Avery were being cruel, it took for Lily’s life to be on the line for Severus to finally realise what he’d become involved in. If we can forgive Harry for being pulled into a world of forbidden/hidden knowledge, and learning to use it without anyone explicitly forcing him to, then we can at the very least understand how Severus got himself to the same point.

Harry, Severus and Voldemort - ‘the abandoned boys’ - represent stages when it comes to the Dark Arts. Voldemort embraced it completely, to the point of losing his own humanity over it. Severus got taken in, but knew deep down he had to pull himself away - unfortunately, the damage had already been done. Harry, learning from the mistakes of the two before him through his own journey, understands that, whilst it can be a formidable force, the Dark Arts shouldn’t be taken lightly. He refuses the Elder Wand, he backs away from this world of strange, and powerful magic. 

Unlike Voldemort, he keeps his humanity. Unlike Severus, he knows when to quit.

IM THE WORST ART TEACHER DONT WATCH THIS

Things that will make you go blind

Misha Taking off his shirt:

Misha with long blonde hair

Misha having hips that don’t fucking lie

Misha being inappropriate in public

Misha Collins being inappropriate on screen

Jogging booty

Misha Collins wearing this outfit

And this one

Castiel being a cute, untrusting, squinty angel butt

Misha Collins shipping it so fucking hard

And having the bluest blue to ever blue

Basically don’t ever look at Misha Collins. It’s a trap.

not to be “that person who stares at gifs and makes a weird whining noise in the back of their throat all day” but

I’m kinda suffering

A LOT

So here’s some gifs to drag you all down with me

You know if you feel like watching Dean quietly implode via his hand on a loop all day

Reblog if you don't care if someone is transgender, straight, gay, lesbian or bisexual.

  My followers better all reblog this.

There should be more notes

REBLOG FOLLOWERS.

As long as you’re willing to love, you’re alright in my book <3

 i fucking love this.

This is amazing <3

No H8

If you don’t rebolg this:

Just in case

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

foods that will poison cats:

alcohol 

chocolate

caffeine

dairy products (adults turn lactose intolerant)

fat trimmings, raw meat, eggs, fish

grapes and raisins

onions and garlic

tuna (when not made for cats)

xylitol (artificial sweetener)

if you have a cat please reblog this

AU where Dumbledore’s Army uses the Chamber of Secrets instead of the Room of Requirement

Ultimate security as Harry is the only one capable of opening it. 

Myrtle proudly spending her time acting as a guard/lookout. 

Later, Harry diligently teaching Ron, Hermione, and a few choice others, like Neville, how to mimic parseltongue so that they can open it too. 

Muggleborns experiencing vicious satisfaction that they’re using this chamber as a place of education and defense, reclaiming the very space Slytherin built to rid the school of their presence. 

Hermione methodically dismantling the basilisk’s corpse, covertly selling the priceless ingredients to potion masters, using the funds to continue their work - buying books and battle robes and new wands for those who can’t afford it. 

(Hermione saving a portion of those ingredients for her own research, straightening in triumph when she learns what basilisk venom does to horcruxes, knowing she has vials of it hidden up in her room). 

Harry reverently adding the Chamber of Secrets to the Marauder’s Map, proudly continuing his family’s work and reveling in the difference they’re making. 

These students - these kids - choosing to train in a dark, horrifying place that was never meant for them. Learning spells amongst shadows, growing stronger in inches of murky water, the smell of a decomposing corpse in their noses, memories of all that had happened here haunting them. They know this is what war is really like and it helps to push them forward.  

Writing challenge for me...

I want people to give me a writing challenge, like mini prompts to use and rules and guidelines I have to follow. I have never done it and it seems fun, so I want to try. And give me a time deadline that I have to have it done by. And I'll post it here and probably Wattpad. Depends on what kind of story it turns out to be. Also tell me if it should be a fanfiction. Though I only probably know enough about Harry Potter, Supernatural, and possibly Teen Wolf, but only preseason four. I will only probably do a few like 3 to 5 depending on how many I get and the time restraints on each along with the word count they want from me.

OMG

i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

Adapt to this

This is a poem I just wrote, let me know what you think please.

Society teaches us what it's like to 'be a man' How to be 'a women' Thinks there isn't anything different That's why so many young people commit suicide I'd say boys and girls, but there is more than that I'm not foolish enough to think otherwise Though society teaches us at a young age that there is only that Nothing different from those two boxes they try to fit us all in They're wrong There is a spectrum, nothing is set in stone There is no right or wrong when it comes to who you are Don't let society tell you what it means to be anything Don't try to be anything other than yourself There is a strength in you that you don't know Asking for help is not weakness There is nothing wrong with letting someone else take care of you for awhile Strength is continuing on even when you think there is nothing else Strength is reaching out for help Strength is knowledge Knowledge is power Power is whatever you feel it is Nothing will change the strength inside of you Nothing will take that away from you It can't be forced out of yourself That strength is always there waiting for you to let it out Sometimes you need someone to help bring it out of you There is a strength in that itself Reaching out is one of the strongest things you can ever do Never let society or anyone tell you anything different Not even yourself Don't think giving up is stronger than asking for help Don't think asking for help isn't man enough Don't think asking for help makes you weak in any sense of the world There is a fire inside each and every one of you You just have to let it burn Don't let anyone tell you that your fire is wrong That you don't deserve that fire That your fire isn't yours to control That your shade of fire isn't yours That your fire is any less yours after someone tries to take it away from you Don't you ever let anyone tell you who you are Don't you dare listen to anyone who calls you weak You're all so much stronger than you know You're still here You're hearing or reading these words You're still burning strong That right there is strength Strength is beauty And you all are the most beautiful people Don't forget that And please never let anyone tell you anything different. You're all beautiful amazing strong people Don't let someone take that away from you It's not something that they can take away from you Only you can So don't listen to them Don't believe them Just keep burning That is true strength.

The truth

I’ve always been the type to hide my pain. I struggle silently for the most part. Very few have seen me cry. Though many have seen my scars. I’ve not been the one to hide after the fact. I try my hardest to be honest, but I almost never tell people the truth about my scars. They know that they’re self-inflicted, I’d never try to actually convince them otherwise anymore. Though I never really tell them the truth of the reasons behind them. I always give them basic reasons and they accept that. They don’t push so I don’t offer the real reasons. I doubt I’d tell them even if they did. I would not in a million years post this if I thought there was any chance of anyone I personally know seeing this. I’m not sure if I’d be able to post it if I knew more than like ten people would see this honestly. I feel like if I talk a little more about it, maybe I could help someone else. Or at the very least make sure they know they’re not alone in this fight. Most likely I’m going to regret this, but I’ll go though with it anyway. Let me start of with this, no this isn’t me trying to get attention or be all woe is me. If I wanted attention there are plenty of other places I could do that. Here I’m only ever going to be raw and honest. The same way I was with my first post. So I’ll start from the beginning and build up to the present. So when I was young my parents got divorced, though they still almost have always lived together, which means lots of fights, that my brother and I always witnessed no matter how hard they tried to hide it from us. We weren’t stupid, we saw and heard pretty much everything, or mostly I did. Though that’s probably the least of it if I’m being honest. I’ve always been bullied for one thing or another, sometimes for my weight, sometimes for being half black, sometimes for my parents and other things I honestly couldn’t tell you because I don’t even think they knew why. I had a lot of fake friends throughout my life, they mostly wanted my brother even as a young girl. Mostly I ended up getting adopted by my brother’s friends which was great as long as my brother and I were on good terms. When I was in I think second grade, my absolute best friend who was a year older than me and was completely infatuated with my brother, decided to experiment with my body without my permission to do so. I’d love to say that was the only time something like that happened to me, but that’s not true you’ll get to know what I mean later on in this post. So she raped me for lack of a better word while I was sleeping over at her house. I never told a soul until really recently. If you didn’t gather my brother was everything to me as a kid, he was, honestly still kinda is, but we moved the summer of my third grade year. I don’t know what happened, but after that my brother and my relationship really fell apart for a long time after that, still hasn’t been the same honestly. So I lost my only really friend, which made me very lonely and desperate for friends and a place to fit in. I got that, but I also lost that fairly quickly as well. The bullying continued even with the change of schools, not that I really expected anything different. There was a neighbor that lived across the street from me that worked at my school. He kinda became a family friend. Keep that in mind as I tell you the next part. Almost everyday during lunch for close to six months, he would molest me. I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, hell I blamed myself about it, so I didn’t tell anyone about it. My friends noticed what was happening and knew it wasn’t right, so they went to the principal behind my back without my knowledge. The principal didn’t do much of anything about it, I mean the guy got fired, but she didn’t tell my parents or contact the police like she was supposed to. So she reinforced inside my head that it was my fault. Also his mother verbally attacked me for telling her other much younger son about it. So I didn’t tell anyone else for a very long time. Since both made me continue to believe I was in the wrong. Though I know now that isn’t true, it took me so long to get to that point. Three years later I told my mom about it and begged her not to tell anyone, then maybe a year and a half later I told both my brother and father about it. He still lived beside me and I still had to deal with him. He moved away finally maybe a year ago. After I had graduated high school. That was spread around school after I talked about it around the wrong person. Eventually everyone knew some version of the story. My entire middle school knew some small part of the story. I was horrified and that made the bullying worse. For a long time I felt completely alone even with friends, there were only two people that actually really made a difference in my life during that time and they both left me in very different ways. One was Harlee my best friend, she stood up for me or kept me away from the people trying to tear me apart. That was before 8th grade when her and her new best friend started bullying me using things only my friends knew. So it hurt so much more. The other one was the best friend I got after Harlee left me. Her name was Kelly, she was such a bright beautiful soul. She was amazing and really helped me begin to heal for the first time in my life. We had lost touch after 8th grade and the next I had heard about her was that she died. She meant the world to me and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss her. She was barely 13 when she died from cancer, I never knew the extreme pain of loss until that day. I couldn’t move for an hour after I’d heard about her passing, besides the sobs ripping through my entire body. I still haven’t gotten over the pain of her passing. That was one of the times I really started to self harm, after that pain. I’d done it a few times before like when my aunt had gotten breast cancer, which she luckily survived, or when I had told someone new about what the guy had done to me. Things were kinda fine for awhile, there was still bullying, but nothing comparable to middle school. I had gotten into a relationship with my best friend and things were serious between us. We had really thought we were gonna get married. We both still live each other, but we’ve both moved on. He got into another amazing relationship, but I didn’t. I wanted to rebel against him which in hindsight made no sense seeing as I broke up with him, but I dated a girl he told me would be no good for me. He was 100% correct, she was terrible to me and for me. That didn’t stop me from staying in that terrible relationship for almost three years. She was abusive to say the least, but it was kinda okay in the beginning. She desperately was trying to buy my love, which I gave to her in a way. She spent a lot of money on me but she was truly awful. Though things never got physical in the beginning. It was over a year into it when she started hurting me. It seems like after we had sex she got so much worse. She would beat me, which I would fight back just as hard, but that I could handle mentally. It wasn’t until she started raping me that I truly knew this wasn’t going to change. I wouldn’t say I was scared of her, since I knew I could take her, but I was so lost by this point I didn’t know who or what I was anymore. I either needed out of that relationship or I was going to end up dead, whether it be her or me I didn’t know. Still it took me a very long time to get outta the relationship. It was the December after graduation I finally stuck to my guns and got out of it. I lost most of my high school years to that girl, but I learned a lot from that experience. I wouldn’t be who I am today without that terrible experience happening. I got a stalker soon after the break up since I almost immediately met a guy online and tried to become fwbs with him. We met up once, did a little bit, but he got almost as crazy as my ex. Eventually I honestly didn’t feel safe anywhere in my neighborhood or town because of them. I needed out, but I didn’t know how. I genuinely hate myself and I felt ugly beyond description. Those external things really destroyed me internally, for a long time throughout most of those things I wanted to die. I hated everything about me and nothing helped. I would self harm and it felt good to me. I know how that sounds, trust me. But for years all I really felt was stress, pain, numb and fake. As bad as it sounds self harm helped temporarily, though I do not at all promote it. You get addicted to it and it’s nearly impossible to quit. It’s not really worth it. Honestly if I could undo it I probably would. Though there isn’t anything I can do now besides fight the urge. Things got better and worse when I moved to the other side of the country. But I think I bore my soul enough for today. Now I’m in an amazing relationship with an even more amazing guy. I wouldn’t change a thing, as long as I get to keep him. He’s helped me heal in ways I never knew possible. I love him with every inch of my body and I wouldn’t trade him for an easier life. I really don’t know how I survived everything, but I promise you the fight to stay alive is always worth it. I’m proof of that. I had almost given up on life and love, then Josh came into my life. My love for him, began the slow process of healing. So I guess the moral is, no matter your history, you have a bright future ahead of you as long as you keep living to get to that point. It’s worth the fight I promise you that. If you ever need someone to talk to I’m here for you no matter what. I love you all and I need you to keep fighting, to keep living. Sorry for the long post, but I think it needed to be out there. I mean it, if you need someone to talk to I'm right here, I promise you that. Please feel free to reach out to me.

Yes

i always see these posts about mutuals, but i just wanted to clarify that you can always

message me about how your day was

tag me in posts

ask for advice

help you with something (to the best of my ability)

have a friend / a listener

even if we’re not mutuals; the beauty of mutuals is grand, but i believe in helping/being there for everyone to the best that i can

Life (Idk how to title this)

My first real post is gonna be heavy. Just a warning. I'm finally going to write this post. I needed to wrap my head around it and distance myself from it slightly. Things like this honestly hit me harder than I like to admit, it’s hard for me to know someone I had so much love and respect for is gone. It’s even worse when it’s through cancer like Alan Rickman or suicide like so many, now including Chester Bennington. I’ve always had a love for Linkin Park, it honestly helped me through a lot of personal demons. So it’s even harder for me since his music helped me not do exactly what he ended up doing. This has got to open a much needed dialogue of mental health and the reality of depression. I know it’s not easy to try to truly understand something as complicated as depression when you have never experienced it, but it’s necessary for progress. You don’t have to understand every little thing about it, but what you must do is open your eyes to the truth that it isn’t something that can be fixed by smiling, putting up a front. The only thing that does is make it harder for people to hear your screams for help, they think you only want attention, when what you really want is someone to try to help you, have someone reach out to you. You might never understand the power of a simple interaction of care, but as someone that has depression, I know how beneficial it can be to have someone simply smile at you or compliment you. No that won’t cure of us of this illness, but it might help us hold on long enough to finally begin to heal and turn our life around. Depression isn’t fake, despite what people might think, if you haven’t learned that by now looking at all the beautiful people that have ended their lives thanks to this monster that is constantly belittling us, beating us down, I really don’t know how to get you to understand. Everyone keeps saying I had no idea, none of us were expecting it, but actually go back through their music and it’s not like he’s hiding his serious struggle within himself. No one likes to acknowledge the problem/truth until it’s too late. And that just worsens the pain for people like me, the ones that know the truth and try to get others to understand it. Depression is a real thing, it terrible and hard to handle, but with help we can all begin to heal and keep going forwards even while the beast that is depression is trying to pull us back and down. People tend to only see what they want to, so they will look past obvious struggles of others around them. I get it, I do, I’m not trying to offend anyone, or make it seem like it’s your fault, it isn’t but you could save a life, I just want you to realize that. It’s really important to try to see things from others point of views, that way you can understand more and just maybe try to help them. I know how easy it is to just walk by and ignore the person that is struggling, but what is easy isn’t always right. I want to impress upon you all the importance of doing the right thing in this situation, you could help someone hang on long enough to actually keep going. I’m not pretending to know everything or make it seem like a saint, I just want to make people see. I definitely have tried everything to help as many people as possible though. I’m the type of person that will bring all the struggling people together and try to help them build themselves up again. I grew up around it and I think that is part of the reason that I’m more than willing to bend over backwards to help others living with this and other really difficult illnesses. My brother and I both have had depression since we were young, so I’ve spent a lot of my time trying to help him keep his head above the water, though I’ve almost lost him at least twice that I know of. He’s my big brother, I can’t lose him, so seeing it in him helps me help myself and many others. I will never give up on someone, no matter the situation, I’ll try everything in my power to help in any way that I possibly can. Yes I do thing like this to help others, but it also helps me with my own depression, we all have different way of dealing with our depression, they’re not always healthy, but they’re our way of pushing forwards against the odds. I’m not condoning nor am I judging the way other people deal with their depression, I have no right to judge considering I use to cut myself and the only reason I can say I use to is that I haven’t done it in over a month. Thing are difficult there is no sugar coating it. This shit is hard and it takes a lot of work to keep going, but I promise the effort will be worth it. Things will suck, but things will also be amazing beyond belief, so you just have to find a way to keep going. There are a million ways to deal with it, you can be like me and help others, you can be like others and turn it into some form of art, you can find something that drives you, you can lean on people, or something else that might help you. I definitely don’t claim to have all the answers, no one ever does. But I promise that I’ll be by anyone’s side when they need me, no matter what it takes. I know the pain of going against this monster alone, I don’t want anyone to feel that way. You’re not alone, you are never alone, someone out there is supporting you, whether you know it or not. Any of you reading this need someone to talk to I will be there in a heartbeat. Another thing I want to say is there is either a stigma about actually taking medication to help or deciding it’s best for you not to take the medication. If you are one of the ones that feel like you need to take the medication, good for you, you do what’s best for you. Never let anyone tell you that it’s not okay to be taking care of yourself, you might only need it for a short period of time or you might need it for years to come, but either way that’s okay it’s your journey to recovery and no one can tell you how to take it. And alternatively if you feel like it’s better for you not to take medication, then that’s okay too. Some people don’t do better on the medication, other things might help them, like certain vitamins or exercise or other activities that may help you move forwards. Like I said before this is YOUR journey, you decide what’s best for you in the long run, you can listen to people’s advice, but in the end you're the one with the final say. As long as you’re trying to get better, you do you. Take care of yourself the way that works best for you, you might have to try a whole bunch of things until you find what works, but it’s worth the effort. Taking a step in the right direction is the first milestone on your trek to overcoming this beast that’s trying to drag you down. Don’t let it, it won’t be easy, but it’ll be more than worth it. There are people that care and want you to get better, and honestly I do care 100% I’m that person that really cares about anyone, unless they do something I can’t look past (which honestly isn’t much). Truthfully you need someone I’m always willing to talk. The door is always open I guess you can say. And to show you that it isn’t only my brother that I constantly try to help so you believe me when I say you can reach out to me. My bestfriend that I had all through middles school and half of high school until he left and cut ties, was severely depressed and many times came to me to talk him out of taking his life, I did it every time without fail, no matter what he did or how many fights we got into, truly I was always there for him and he knew it. Not once did I hesitate to care for him, even when we dated and he cheated on me with a close friend, nothing change the simple fact I would do anything to help him. Along with him and other friends I’ve had like him, my boyfriend is depressed, extremely so, I do worry for him. But I believe that together we can find a way for him to survive this last year that he has to spend in the place that makes him the most unhappy. After that we’ll find a way to keep the progress going. I knew getting into this relationship that he had depression, did I know how bad it was? No I did not, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m more in love with him than I thought possible. He is an amazing beautiful human being, being depressed doesn’t change that fact. It just adds more layers to the man I love. Never think that being depressed ruins you or your appeal, you are all beautiful human beings and you are worth the world and so much more. I know that’s hard to believe but it’s the truth. You are all incredible and I believe in you. You will find a way to get through this. You will overcome this. You will find a way to be happy. The depression might never fully leave you, but you definitely lessen its hold on you. There has already been so much loss and death, we don’t need anymore. Please reach out to someone, even if it’s me when you feel like ending it. I promise you it’s not worth it to end it all. There is still so much for you to accomplish and see. Don’t give up. Never give up, never surrender. You are beautiful incredible and needed. Keep that in mind please. People love you people care for you and people want you to survive this monster. Even if you don’t think that people do, they do, hell I do. I’m telling you the truth I’m more than willing to lend an ear or a shoulder to anyone that needs it. Please take me up on that if you need someone. I care about each and every one of you. I guess I should end this here, but just know I’m always here and I care about all of you.

Always.

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