The Blog of Many Things

Just a random girls tumblr account. There will be fandom things, music related posts, and inspirational things and many moreThis blog is not spoiler free!!! Mostly Once upon a time, Harry Potter, Broadway and inspirational posts. But I am a fan of many..my side blog dedicated solely to musicals is HopelesslyDevotedTo-ManyMusicals. My side blog for writing is Young-writer-of-many-dreams

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

Update

I basically only post on here when I’m being angsty and now is definitely one of those times. I can’t talk to my friends because I feel like I’ve over exhausted the topic and they will just be annoyed with me. Anyways one of my friends here is currently ignoring me and it sucks because I have absolutely no idea of what I did to have him upset with me and I really hate making people upset especially if I don’t know what I did wrong. But I’ve realized that I basically have two moods in this situation one being „I desperately want your friendship please talk to me“ and the other being „fine I guess our friendship doesn’t mean as much to you as it does to me“ and I recognize that both are highly irrational I just don’t know how to think logically on the matter. The rational part of my brain is like „he will message you when he’s ready to“ and the other part is like „he‘ll never talk to you again way to go“ it also doesn’t help that 1. he’s my one of my closest friends here. 2.The last time we talked I ended up getting really drunk and not remembering the night at all and 3. I am extremely attracted to this friend. I just really wish I wasn’t getting ignored and just knew what happened honestly. I want to keep him as a friend but if this is what being friends with him is like then I’m not so sure about that....

[fiercefatfeminist]

It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs

[fiercefatfeminist]

Now. More. Than. Ever.

[princeoftheplayground]

Question: if I see someone pull off a Hijab, what should I do? I know there are reasons they are worn so I want to if i should stand in between them and who did this, should i protect them from view somehow, or something else? This has been happening a lot so I feel it’s something everyone needs to know.

[protectnevillelongbottom]

Good question! I cannot correctly and effectively answer, as I am a white, non-Muslim person; however, I will reblog in case any of my followers can answer. 

[inquisitivespirit]

I asked my Hijabi friend, so here’s one Hijabi’s answer: 

“my opinion is, definitely try cover them or give them something to cover themselves with. And perhaps shoo off the person, without putting oneself in danger! God forbid, if that happened to me, I would like someone to come and comfort me and give me something to cover my hair with and then help me report it to the cops “

[animatedamerican]

(Followers, if any of you are hijabi and would like to expand on this answer or offer alternatives, please do.)

[scifibi77-deactivated20190412]

If u see it happen to 1 of us, pls cover our head + hair with a coat or shawl or any piece of cloth, while hugging us in comfort. Please don’t get hurt by lashing out @ the perpetrators in any way, coz if they dare to do that, they’re probably too far gone in their own hatred to listen to any reason. Much love + Thank You to anyone who supports us.

[meanieyards]

yes !! everything said here is important af. if you see someone pull off a girl’s hijab immediately cover her hair and provide comfort. don’t talk to the perpetrator but try to get the woman out of there if you can. maybe if you have a scarf on you at the time give it to her so she can wear it until she’s alone and can replace her hijab. please please protect muslim girls because we already had it hard before donald trump became president and now its gonna be worse with people going around thinking their violence and cruelty is justified 

[hollowedskin]

for my other white ppl who might have a hard time, it’s my understanding that a hijab is like a major item of clothing, not an accessory like a hat or a scarf. so think abt it more like if someone just ripped someone’s shirt or skirt off. u don’t want to be left there exposed or have to walk home without it.

everyone, even outside America needs to protect our Muslim sisters in these times.

[quadriparesis-deactivated201908]

as a man, what would be the best thing to do? should i turn my head and avoid looking at their hair? can i still offer a jacket or something similar?

[wear-it-like-armour-bastard]

^I’m hoping someone has an answer islamaphpbia is on the rise in my town and I want to be a good male non Muslim ally

[soul-angelos-deactivated2023102]

For men, yes please, we would prefer it if you avoided looking at our hair, and if we don’t have something to substitute as a hijab at that moment, anything you could lend us, a jacket, etc, would be very appreciated.

Also, since most girls avoid physical contact with men they’re not related to, please do not hug them, but rather shoo the offender away if you can, or at least escort the girl to a safe place. You can still offer words of encouragement and support. Furthermore, understand that the victim may not be very welcoming towards you because she’ll obviously be shaken, and won’t know where you are coming from. If that’s the case, please still give her something to cover herself (hijab is very important, think of it as someone ripping your shirt off) and stand some distance away until you are sure she’s in safe hands.

Thank you so much for your support, we really appreciate it, god bless all of you.

[clairethehuntress-deactivated20]

In the horrible climate we’re currently in, please take note of this.

[oak-antlers]

Reblogging this again for the guy-instructions

[geekandmisandry]

Same

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

My ex told me a few weeks ago that I was the only one who believed he cheated on me but actually I was the only one who believed he didn’t cheat on me. It was his actions and other people that convinced me that maybe in fact he did cheat on me. If nothing happened he wouldn’t have lied to everyone he talked to. I’m just so releaved to have him out of my life now!

[asking-the-death]

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

Here is my really depressing poem I am inserting a line so you do not have to read it because it gets real deep. The blank spot is where my name is in the poem but I didn’t want you guys to know my name. Also please be aware that this poem talks about death so if that is something that will trigger you please don’t read it.

12 years old and a heart full of pain

drinking from the poison my parents inserted in my brain.

Only good, if you’re making A’s

and 12 year old me kept counting down the days.

Even A’s weren’t good enough,

how’s a little girl supposed to be tough?

13 years old and I thought things were better,

It’s around the time I wrote myself letters,

When the pain started to intensify,

and I thought a boy could never lie.

14 years old and things only got worse

was my life really doomed or is it all a curse?

I thought I was in love with this guy

but he abandoned me and made me cry

and the cuts that laced my leg

tortured me like the plague.

15 years old and the cuts still appeared

and what happened next was something I feared.

The year I was left empty inside

and my thoughts kept circling, wishing I’d died.

16 years old and my parents found out I was sinking

What the fuck was I thinking

_______ I don’t know why you’re sad

I had it worse, myself and your dad

and it felt like my friends were abandoning me

so I stuck to myself and the few friends I had left you see

and my parents tried to take me out of the thing I loved most

but they claim they never wanted to my ghost.

17 years old and there was the accident that I had

That accident should have ended me, it was bad.

Within a few minutes he was by my side

and part of me wonders: would it have been better had I died?

I thought he would make things alright

but little did I know, we’d continue to fight.

18 years old and he proposed to me

and I honestly thought it was meant to be.

He kept pulling on my heart strings

and sometimes we would fight and damn it would sting

but I kept losing pieces of myself

and it felt like I was losing a battle to mental health.

19 years old and I started thinking

what could really happen if I started drinking?

I tried to numb the pain that I felt

and tried to destroy the cards that were dealt.

I ended things and stopped grinning

and suddenly things were spinning.

I was being rushed to a hospital bed

but what would have happened had I been dead?

-B.C

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

They say when life hands you lemons make lemonade but at this point I feel like life is just handing me lemon shaped grenades.

[schuylerpeck]

“I wasn’t always so open to love. You would shiver if I told you what it took to get here; how many nights I fell asleep to the sweet song of anger and let my heart turn a few shades darker. But I’ll let you in on a secret that took me years to learn: it doesn’t last. You will spend your life so much more beautifully in love with every stranger. And before you worry about what it means to be vulnerable, let it be. Be vulnerable. This world is so much better for it. We cannot build a sanctuary on hate.”

— Schuyler Peck, On How to Spend This Life

[extramadness]

[extramadness]

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

Personal Update 11/6/18

So I just recently ended things with my fiancé and to say I’ve been upset is an understatement. While I still love him emmensely, he keeps giving me reasons to question why I loved him in the first place. It seems that everything just kept going downhill until it reached the bottom of the barrel and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wish beyond everything that he would be the one I marry but you have to decide when enough is enough.

You should not have to mother the person you are in a relationship. You should not have to keep pushing them to follow their own dreams. You should not have to give them as many chances as I have given to mine.

Don’t stay in a relationship because you think you are stuck. I know it’s so much easier to say these things then to do them. Trust me I know all too well. I feel like I was emotionally manipulated and that is a terrible feeling to have.

If you have lived your life like me, trying to please all the people in your life without looking at how you are being affected/treated, then please take a step back. You need to make sure you are happy. Sometimes you’ll be a bad chapter in someone else’s book because that is life. But please don’t hold on to a relationship because you fear you’ll hurt them. If that’s the only reason you are staying then let me tell you that they will hurt you. You may shatter their hurt but that should never be a reason you choose to stay!

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

Sad poem

Guess who’s back? The sad depression writer coming to you with an extra sad poem I wrote today, here you go:

You were a fall day

A beautiful fall day

Where the wind is slight

And the sky isn’t grey

I was a spring morning

A Beautiful yet brisk morning

Where things are growing

And removing you from your mourning

But fall collapses into winter

As spring does to summer

We loved the beauty of each other

But couldn’t handle the bare leaves and the sweltering heat of one another

People grow, but we were not growing together

And soon our feelings became as faulty as the weather

I thought there was a forever in I do

But nothing will compare to the love I have for you

I guess forevers end

Just like me and you

And seasons change

And they leave us broken too.

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

I legitimately feel so stressed right now and it is only the end of week two of classes. I already have so much homework and so little time to get it all done. I am taking 18 credit hours of some kinda rough classes. To top it off I need to work more but I don’t have time because I have homework but my tuition payment plan bill is about to hit my account the first week of September and I don’t have enough to pay it but if I don’t pay it they will shut off my student ID card which is where my meal plan and access to my dorm are located. So like college is a rough time

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

I wish I was one of those people who is organized and keeps things clean but instead I’m one of those people who is incredibly messy and then complains about the mess because I can’t convince myself to actually clean it

[young-writer-of-many-dreams]

Life as a hoarder

When I say life as a hoarder please don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t mean a house filled wall to ceiling with a bunch of stuff with a barely visible path through the house. I mean a little girl who found value in every small little thing. A little girl who kept every single card she ever got. A little girl who turned 18 and is having to pack her room up to go to college in a month. That little girl is me.

Packing has been no easy task, in fact I have been at it for nearly two months yet somehow I am still not finished. It’s hard to pack because I honestly don’t know how to. I have lived my life throwing things in places that perhaps my mother wouldn’t find it and get rid of it because although it was useless in her eyes it was something valuable to me at one point in time.

You find things that you never even knew you had and sometimes that is both a blessing and a curse. You find cards from your now recently deceased step grandfather who was very strange but he still loved you even though you were not his blood grandkid to love and you wish that maybe you had talked to him a little bit more than you did. You find cards from your grandmother and grandfather who seem to write a novel in every single card that they give you and when you were younger it was annoying because you didn’t really want to read it because it was to much and you had more important things to do but you sat down and read it anyways. Now you see those same grandparents maybe a couple of days out of the year if you are lucky. You find a card from one of your former friends who left this world way earlier than she should have because of cancer and in fact you find cards from people who used to be good friends of yours and now you can barely remember who they are. Cards from people who you called your best friend and now you haven’t spoken a word to each other in years except maybe a happy birthday message even though you have each other on all forms of social media. Or maybe you find a necklace from your kindergarten boyfriend back when life was easy and your heart wasn’t broken but perhaps you were breaking hearts if that’s possible in kindergarten.

Perhaps you would find multiple cameras. Not ones that you can access because chances are they’ve been dead for nearly ten years but you’re sure that when you had them you had a great time because that’s what you do when you are a little girl.

In the room of a hoarder you might find memories of a past life, memories of how that person used to be. Little girls grow up to be women and those women have memories so before you go and tell someone that what they find important is not important maybe listen to their story. Let people reminisce because giving up on things you once valued is not easy. Let them tell you the story about how they used to play games with their little sister and then they grew up and stopped talking to her as much because two years is such a big age gap and even though she is two years younger you feel you are too old for her. Let them tell you about how they used to visit their dad every summer and saw those grandparents every day of the summer and how each summer the visit gets shorter and shorter until you’re spending two days with the man who helped give you life.

But also let me tell you this. You are not to old too play games with your sister because one day you will both grow up and you will go to college and she will get involved in boy drama and just maybe if you had payed more attention to her she wouldn’t be after attention from others

Let me tell you that friendships don’t always last and you will loose plenty of people in your life. But let me say I’m still going to keep all of those cards I’ve gotten because one day when I’m moving into my own place I’ll look back on these cards and have these same memories. Because even though I have hoarded many useless things I will always find value in the cards because one day the person who sent them might not be around.

The end

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

I just want to share this thing that I wrote around this time last year on this blog because it’s really powerful and still 100 percent applies today

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

Sometimes I look back at life and I think about all the what if moments. All the moments that strike that I said no to. I’ve lived my life in fear for so long. I think that is what scares me about my fiancé, he changes all the what if’s and whether he knows it or not he encourages me to take chances. I think that’s why I sometimes have my doubts in the relationship, I think it’s because I get scared. I’m just always scared he’s going to leave me because I have never had someone love me so fiercely. So sometimes I look back and think what if I had never given him a chance and then I realize that I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Before I was with him I had a lot of self doubt that was built up making me believe that nobody could ever possibly like me (let alone love me). There has only been one time (I think) that I have hurt myself while being with him. This time was actually recently but when I told him about it he didn’t judge me. He just held me in his arms and let me cry and he most definitely didn’t shame me for doing so. He asked me why and I just kept crying. In the end he made me feel better but he also didn’t make my feelings invalidated. I’m only posting this because I’m trying to make sense of my feelings and trying not to be so scared all the time.

[musicallygiftedfangirl]

Fun story

Alright so my fiancé and I share a car because I wrecked mine last year. Anyways he’s usually my ride to and from work but with his new job he works 12-8 and I work 10:30-5 (usually). So that’s fine except at 5 I don’t have a ride home and usually get one from my supervisor or a coworker. So today my morning supervisor takes me home which is super nice except I get home and realize that I do not have my keys on me. This means I am locked out of the apartment. So I’m sitting outside of the apartment reading because luckily I brought my book with me to work. As I am typing this I have been sitting out here for almost two and a half hours. So anyways our housemate comes home and sees me out here and I don’t follow him in because I’m in the middle of a chapter and I feel awkward being like hey I was locked out. So a little while later I decide to check to see if the apartment was unlocked (wouldn’t have mattered anyways because mine and my fiancé’s room is locked) and it turns out my housemate locked the door behind him. Like come on fam I’m just trying to get in the house. Now I don’t feel like ringing the door bell because I’m awkward so I’m probably gonna be out here for another hour waiting on my fiancé to get home!