For You

[bidoof]

look if movies being like 2.5 hours long is just gonna be the norm from now on then we gotta bring back intermissions. please let me piss.

[imaginehanniballecter-blog]

not to sound like jane austen or anything but if ur fic is labelled slow burn those two fucks better not even touch pinkies until like chapter 57 by the time they are even in a room alone together i want to be half dead of blueballs and i want their heated gazes to revive me im js 

[expressions-of-nature]

[beeps-bravely-through-her-fear]

Last week you mentioned something about the "oomph" missing from back-to-school this year. Have you ever felt truly burned out? If so, how did you handle it? If not, how do you keep from getting to that point? Asking for a friend.

It’s the middle of May. I have 18 days of classes left, and then two weeks of finals, and then the summer. All my windows are open. I just had the first grill of the year - a juicy, perfect turkey burger - and I’m enjoying a cold beer while the Yankees win their 7th series in a row. The dog is napping. All is well.

I’ve had this message in my inbox for nearly the entire school year, Anon, because I wanted to wait until I was in a good head space to reply. Yes, it took that long to get there. I’m sorry, mostly for me.

Once you’ve been in this game for a while, you’ll notice that some years are markedly better (and worse) than others, sometimes for no discernible reason. Not a bad week or month, but a whole goddamn year where you’re showing up, going through the motions, phoning it in, and trying to keep your head above water. 

If you’re good and you love your job, it’ll shake off. Best case scenario, the kids learn just fine and you might get one or two new ideas, but nothing will stick out to you as particularly memorable or earth-shattering. If you don’t like teaching or kids or your district or your state, you’re gonna have to make a change. 

I am very lucky. I teach with my best friends. I have a professional, hardworking, innovative department. In general, I feel supported by my school. In general, I teach a population that is compliant and polite, if not all-out intellectual. I earn a good salary and have strong union protection. Jesus - I went to fucking Belize for free this year! There is no good reason for me to have had such a lackluster year, except for the cumulative effect of 15 years of teaching in public schools. It adds up. It’s gonna weigh you down. That’s just the truth. 

How do I get through? I rely on the lessons and assignments from past me. Going through the motions isn’t bad for the kids when you put the work in the years before. I look forward to the small moments that make me happy: the play, the musical, Homecoming, Shakespeare Day, the talent show. I go home and walk the dog and read good books and watch comfort TV and make playlists. I’m kind and patient with myself, and I listen carefully when I wonder how I’m doing. Is this a forever problem? Is this just for now? I remind myself to to be kind and patient with the kids. And then I start to like them again.

I’m sorry if you’re still wondering and worrying, Anon. Soon enough, summer will be here, and I have a feeling it’s going to be a good one. I hope it’ll help us restart and reset. That’s one of the great things about this job: the breath of relief at the end of a semester, a little inward smirk, a promise that, no matter what, next year will be better.  

[hithertokt]

I rely on the lessons and assignments from past me. Going through the motions isn’t bad for the kids when you put the work in the years before.

[youngsuggestion-blog]

You’re allowed to be excited about the little things. You’re allowed to be goofy. You’re allowed to be dorky about your favorite tv show, to make blanket forts, to enjoy cheesy movies, even just to sleep with stuffed animals. You’re allowed to do any of the things that make life a little more bearable. It’s fine, ok?

[hatin]

“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.”

—

Benjamin Mee

things to never forget

(via astound)

[endangered-justice-seeker]

 the only criticism of millennials l accept

[knifepadme]

i didnt shovel enough driveways as a kid so i didnt build enough character and thats why im the way that i am 

[ferretrade]

i have never had to mow a lawn and you can tell

[memewhore]

[millennial-review-deactivated20]

[sarahsaharasaurus]

this is such a weird way of phrasing “Millenials go hungry because of financial crisis we caused”

[snakebitcat]

“Why then do they not eat cake?”

[eggcup-deactivated20180129]

hmm? what’s that? oh, you don’t like my seeds? *evolves into a fruit that bears no seeds but is now a monoculture that is especially susceptible to pests and disease* how about that idiot 

[boo-boo-the-fool-strikes-again]

Don’t vague post about bananas you scum

[luvyouforever-deactivated201810]

i wish men would be a bit less interested in ‘girls in sundresses with no underwear season’ and a bit more interested in ‘wearing deodorant season’

[dali-daydreams]

The Last Words Of Famous Writers

When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.

Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.

Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.

J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”

L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”

Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”

Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”

Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”

Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”

Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”

Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”

Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.

Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.

Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”

Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”

Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”

Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”

Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.

H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”

W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.

Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.

Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”

George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”

Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”

James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”

Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.” 

Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.

Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”

Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be “I do not believe in my death,” but instead, they were actually, “Where is my clock?”

Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”

[vintage-mist]

Tag yourself. I’m HG Wells.

[teacherofthethoughtfullest]

100% Roald Dahl.

[inabasket]

I’m a big fan of that post-laundry feeling when you’ve got all your A-list clothes back in the game.

[weeb-potato]

My psych teacher has a poster in her classroom that says “Everytime you call your boyfriend ‘Daddy,’ Sigmund Freud’s ghost grows a little bit stronger,” and if that isn't​ threatening, then I don’t know what is.

[hypersfixation]

unstoppable force (my thirst for an education) vs immovable object (my excutive dysfunction preventing me from actually doing any work)

[tropiyas]

“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

classic texts have nothing on the crazy people come up with in modern times tbh

[cerastes]

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

– Joshua Graham, Who Is A Fallout New Vegas NPC, Something Most People Throwing This Quote Around Don’t Realize

[sparkylurkdragon]

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have.”

– Shadow the Hedgehog in what is widely considered one of if not the single worst game in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise

[tarradash]

[iamnotanotter]

“I have seen the throne of the Gods and it was empty” - Corypheus Dragon Age: Inquisition.

[radiovinyl]

“Yoshi!” -Yoshi