Once Upon A Time, in a not so far away land, there lived a little girl. Her life was filled with turmoil and sadness, and so she didn't know how to let people love her, she was afraid that one day they would just leave like many before. One sad day, she came across a bookshelf and she picked up her first friend. After that, her days were not so sad anymore, for she dreamed herself to far away lands where she fought evil and embarked on epic adventures with long lost friends and starcorssed lovers. She rode through forests that sprouted gruesome beasts and saved brave knights from evil foes. In these worlds of ink and paper, she was loved and revered, never again left behind by those who deemed her too odd for this world. And so now, she wants to write worlds to where little boys and girls dream themselves away, where they can find adventures and love and friendship, where they will be accepted and revered, never judged and hated. But until then, until those worlds are built from ink and paper, they can find a safe haven here, inside this castle of tumblr. As the guardian of this castle, I vow to always be here to hear your stories, however random they may be, to always lend a hand when one is needed, to fangirl with fervor, and to give you advice when you ask for it. I vow to always show you love and acceptance and reverence, to be your friend and your family, no matter who you may be or wish to be. May these walls protect you from all the bullies in your life and from all the toxicity that surrounds you. ---- Daily posts: theories, fangirling, jokes, writing.
Being average looking is great! You’re in the nice sweet spot where you know that if aliens come, you’re not gonna get abducted and if a king comes, they’re not gonna marry you against your will. A win win situation
I too have been sexually harassed many times as well as sexually assaulted. If you have been a victim, please post “Me too” on your social media to give people a visual of just how widespread this problem is.
She loved how they both giggled, and how they painted each others nails. Clara would draw tiny stars on her fingers. "Because you're my star," she would say. She loved how they both squealed whenever Merlin and Arthur had a moment, and how they both pretended they ended up together. Any other alternative was unacceptable in their household. She loved how neither of them knew how to fix the faucet, because then they'd both get wet. In more ways than one. And most of all, she loved her, truly, wholeheartedly, and undeniably.
Do all of these people drinking the new Starbucks unicorn frap realize that they will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the drink touches their lips?
Dear Netflix and 219,880 people, we need to have a talk. This is not okay. Don’t let this be okay. Please fight this, because the message you’re sending if you support this is that it’s okay to joke about suicide. That suicide is a matter that shouldn’t be taken seriously.
Some of you are gonna say I’m being melodramatic, that I need to chill and take things more lightly. But when I was 15 and suicidal, I didn’t know how to chill. If I knew how to chill I wouldn’t have imagined my death so meticulously and grotesquely. That isn’t what chill people do. But I did know how to take things lightly, you see. I never told my family I was depressed. Because I didn’t know it was a serious issue. Because taking things lightly, taught me that depression is sadness. It’s just something that comes and goes. Just like how the flashing images of my dead body came and went so vividly. Taking things lightly meant me picturing my crippled corpse, my drowned corpse, my bleeding corpse again and again so vividly without any hint of fear or pain normal. Taking things lightly meant that when I told my friends I was anorexic because I was asking for help, they called me an attention seeker. I have had stretch marks all over my body since the age of 13. Taking things lightly and as a joke meant that when I was sexually assaulted, he told me how horribly it affected him, because how can I possibly be negatively affected by the attention of a man. Taking things lightly meant that when I told my therapist I was sexually assaulted, he said we need to work on not getting me into situations like that. Taking things lightly is what made people think it’s okay to hurt someone to the point of them wanting to die. It is why 43,000 people in america alone kill themselves each year. Taking things lightly is why people ask you what you were wearing when you were raped rather than who raped you. It is why 1 in 3 women will be sexually assaulted at least once in their lifetime. Taking things lightly is why kids think it’s okay to verbally abuse someone, to physically hurt someone. Taking things lightly is why police brutality is a fucking thing, when they’re supposed to be protecting us. Taking things lightly is why girls call anorexia dieting. So you know what, I stopped fucking taking things lightly. How about you take things heavily. Maybe then we’ll be able to fix this fucked up world.
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