Ecotine

I'm just an emo little sinnomon roll. Not afraid to tell the truth.

[guns-and-squips]

burr: i’m afraid it’s unlawful sir…

hamilton: oh yeah i totally get that! you know laurens? yeah totes hitting that so i feel you bruh if you ever need someone to talk to, i’m SUPER BISEX-

laurens: TALK LESS

[softandcrimson]

You know you have a problem when you begin to slut-shame one of our founding fathers

[mehringguie-moved]

hecc HECC here IT IiiIiIiiiiiiiSS

i didnt sleep mcfuc k IS THAT THE SUN

[rebelskyguy]

SATISFIED: Lams version

Mulligan: Alright, this is what I’m talkin bout! Give it up, for the Best Man, John Laurens!

Laurens: A toast to the groom! (to the groom, to the groom, to the groom) To the bride! (to the bride, to the bride, to the bride) From your best friend (Laurens, Laurens, Laurens) Who is always by your side (by your side, by your side) To your union and the hope that you provide (you provide, you provide) May you always (always) Be satisfied (rewind)

Rewind! Rewind! I remember that night, I just might I remember that night, I just might I remember that night, I remember that

I remember that night, I just might Regret that night for the rest of my days I remember us soldier boys Drinking and toasting ourselves to our future praise I remember that pub light candlelight Like a dream that you can’t quite place But Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face

I have never been the same Intelligent eyes and a witty ass nickname And when you said “Hi” I forgot my dang name Set my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflame This is not a game…

Hamilton: You strike me as a man who has never been satisfied

Laurens: I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself

Hamilton: You’re like me, I’ve never been satisfied

Laurens: Is that right?

Hamilton: I have never been satisfied

Laurens: My name’s John Laurens

Hamilton: Alexander Hamilton

Laurens: Where are you from?

Hamilton: Unimportant, though I can already tell I like you a lot. Just you wait, just you wait…

Laurens: So so so So this is what it feels like to match thoughts With someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It’s The feeling of freedom, of joy and pride Maybe with him I won’t have to hide? You see him right? The conversation lasted over two drinks, maybe three drinks Ev'rything we said in total agreement, it’s A dream and it’s a bit of a dance A bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance He flirts with me in his notes, and I give him the chance I tell him bout my plans, do you see his face tho? Dumbstruck, listening at the edge of his seat. He’s fallen hard, you can tell by the knowable seam in his pants Handsome, boy, does he know it! Peach fuzz, and he can’t even grow it! I wanna take him far away from this place Then I’ve gotta leave to fight, leading my men at a quick pace Then I get a note that leaves tears on my face he is

Eliza: Helpless

Laurens: And I know she is

Eliza: Helpless

Laurens: And her eyes are just

Eliza: Helpless

Laurens And I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time I’m a man in a world in which My only job is to keep my title rich My father has no other sons so I’m the one Who’ll lead the black battalion the one Cause I’m the oldest and the wittiest and the slavery in Our new nation is insidious And Alexander is penniless Ha! That doesn’t mean I want him any less (Doesn’t mean I want him any less) (Doesn’t mean I want him any less) (Doesn’t mean I want him any less)

He tells me he likes me a lot, that confuses the shit outta me I’d have to be green to not see what he means I don’t reply Now there’s Eliza Now that’s his bride Nice going, Laurens, he was right You will never be satisfied (I will never be satisfied) (I will never be satisfied)

I know my best friend like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell him that I love him he would toss her to the side He’d be mine She would say, “I’m fine” But she’d be lying

But when I fantasize at night It’s Alexander’s eyes As I romanticize what might have been If I hadn’t left so quickly At least my dear Eliza’s his wife At least I keep his letters in my life…

to the groom! (to the groom, to the groom, to the groom) To the bride! (to the bride, to the bride, to the bride) From your best friend (Laurens, Laurens, Laurens) Who is always by your side (by your side, by your side) To your union and the hope that you provide (you provide, you provide) May you always Be satisfied

And I know She’ll be happy as his bride And I know He will never be satisfied I will never be satisfied

[otp-imagines-cult]

Imagine your OTP piling snow at the front entrance of their school in an attempt to prolong the amount of snow days they get.

[intellectual-misfit]

Things I wanted to say about the school system.

The little kids more holly and jolly than they had been in a fortnight, rushing in the streetlights,

See the bus coming from the corner of their eyes, rush ride up inside, to see what’s to arise,

Hopping off the bus to the school that belay, here is the young generation, to start their first day.

All the giddy and glee they felt in there first years lost in sight, flicked off like the switch of a light.

Office cubicles are only yet to come, yet these kids are already looking tired and glum.

It’s the 12th year of school, and the oppression has already come, sinking in and smothering them in the mud.

They hop on the bus, with the bus driver who doesn’t give a damn, walking towards the school with 50 textbooks in there hands, they don’t understand the work that’s inside, but if they didn’t finish it, then trouble would arise.

They walk into school with their frowns and broken crowns, no shit to give to anyone, for no one can put them anymore down.

They are the young generation, the generation that broke, the generation that had so much potential, the generation that could have spoke,

Words of power and intelligence and enlightenment into the world, but the only one who needs enlightenment is the young generation at hand.

Brainwashed by the textbooks and worksheets they don’t understand, forced in the school they would leave, but they can’t.

We are to blame, because we fell horribly short, we could’ve fed them knowledge but we fed them a bunch of junk that we didn’t understand, dittoed the books, and cracked down on any sort of creativity, because 5+3 equals 8, but so does 6+2, but not in this damn school.

So with our books and our tests we pushed down and oppressed the kids who are to run this world someday, and with our lessons we depressed, with our non caring attitudes and tests we stressed and turned our kids into miniature vessels of pain and utter confusion and a black hole of nonsense we spout from the desks and we doomed our own kids, and we doomed ourselves.

[snuggle-withme]

1. sorry miss i haven’t done your homework, yeah see it’s not that i forgot, more that i couldn’t physically handle turning on the lights long enough to be able to see a piece of paper 2. no i also didn’t do the extra work you assigned me, it’s nothing personal you see, just that the thought of actually moving from my bed makes my throat ache 3. no i didn’t get my planner signed, sure we’ll say it’s because my mum was working. this seems like a better alternative than telling you she was passed out on the sofa spooning her favourite companion called vodka 4. sorry i was late to class. i was sitting in the bathroom hyperventilating in one of the stalls. i think i’ll just tell you i got lost along the way

depression within the education system (via snuggle-withme)

[ecotine-blog]

Depression

One time, I did something wrong in my English class and I was having a really bad day, I was just extra depressed. That little push of "No! No! Don't do that that was what I told you NOT to do!" Made me BREAK down and start crying. I tried so hard to hold it back and stop, I was digging my nails into my stomach, begging myself to stop. The teacher held me back after class. "You don't have to get upset over my slightly yelling at you" "But it wasn't tha-" "It was that tiny feeling of failure? Really?" I felt like I couldn't move. I couldn't say anything because I'm not that bad compared to other people, I don't want my parents to know because I have a step mom and a little sister who I want to protect from all this drama. After that, everyone was asking "Why did you cry over the teacher telling you off? (Insert classmates name here) got detention and he's fine." I just smiled and said "Well, it reminded me of a sad movie and uh... yeah... Haha." "Why are you so OBSESSED with those TV shows?" "Because it distracts me from the flaws of society, takes me away..." "You're BEING SO dramatic... Ugh." "I might be. But I still feel dead inside..." "..." "Now go, I'm re-watching supernatural."

[lost-in-my-broken-mind-deactiva]

Everytime…

[ecotine-blog]

Just did it to my friend...

[seriouslysami]

I lost another close friend today… what am I doing wrong…?

[ecotine-blog]

You are doing nothing wrong. Personality changes, and I'm certain you are a good person, you will find someone who you can talk to, just please keep holding on.

[theherooftime00]

Hello guys, gals and non-binary pals. 

Okay, so here is your sign to do something new. Here is your reasoning to do something different and better for yourself. Leave these tags, maybe even these tags and do something better for yourself. I promise that you can get better but you have to make the first step. 

(❤)

[psychotic-caprisun]

Me: *uses dark humor to cope with crippling mental illness* Friends: is you ok?…. Me:

[there-will-be-violence-deactiva]

[forweshallmeetagain-deactivated]

someone: just try to focus on happy things !!!

me: the bee movie will be playing at my Funeral™

[nlori1234-deactivated20170203]

[youmatterlifeline]

Photo credit: Eyeonannapolis

While bullying doesn’t cause suicide, a stressful environment and persistent, emotional victimization can increase a person’s risk of suicide. Together, we can create awareness about the dangers of bullying and give emotional support to those who may be contemplating suicide. If you or someone you know is in an emotional distress or suicidal crisis, please call the Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).               

[sopherielspeaks]

Let’s end the stigma of shame around taking medication for mental illness. 

When you take medication, it means you are intelligently using the resources available to you, so you can live the best life possible. This is a beautiful and self-loving action. 

Okay and encouraged to reblog if you live with or without mental illness.