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hey so it’s march now aka the beginning of endometriosis awareness month and i feel obligated to remind you that debilitatingly painful periods are not normal. if you or someone you know is ending up sick or bedridden every month, you are not crazy and deserve medical attention from someone who will take you seriously

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hey it’s march again let’s get this post circulating again

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When I was nine, possibly ten, an author came to our school to talk about writing. His name was Hugh Scott, and I doubt he’s known outside of Scotland. And even then I haven’t seen him on many shelves in recent years in Scotland either. But he wrote wonderfully creepy children’s stories, where the supernatural was scary, but it was the mundane that was truly terrifying. At least to little ten year old me. It was Scooby Doo meets Paranormal Activity with a bonny braw Scottish-ness to it that I’d never experienced before.

I remember him as a gangling man with a wiry beard that made him look older than he probably was, and he carried a leather bag filled with paper. He had a pen too that was shaped like a carrot, and he used it to scribble down notes between answering our (frankly disinterested) questions. We had no idea who he was you see, no one had made an effort to introduce us to his books. We were simply told one morning, ‘class 1b, there is an author here to talk to you about writing’, and this you see was our introduction to creative writing. We’d surpassed finger painting and macaroni collages. It was time to attempt Words That Were Untrue.

You could tell from the look on Mrs M’s face she thought it was a waste of time. I remember her sitting off to one side marking papers while this tall man sat down on our ridiculously short chairs, and tried to talk to us about what it meant to tell a story. She wasn’t big on telling stories, Mrs M. She was also one of the teachers who used to take my books away from me because they were “too complicated” for me, despite the fact that I was reading them with both interest and ease. When dad found out he hit the roof. It’s the one and only time he ever showed up to the school when it wasn’t parents night or the school play. After that she just left me alone, but she made it clear to my parents that she resented the fact that a ten year old used words like ‘ubiquitous’ in their essays. Presumably because she had to look it up.

Anyway, Mr Scott, was doing his best to talk to us while Mrs M made scoffing noises from her corner every so often, and you could just tell he was deflating faster than a bouncy castle at a knife sharpening party, so when he asked if any of us had any further questions and no one put their hand up I felt awful. I knew this was not only insulting but also humiliating, even if we were only little children. So I did the only thing I could think of, put my hand up and said “Why do you write?”

I’d always read about characters blinking owlishly, but I’d never actually seen it before. But that’s what he did, peering down at me from behind his wire rim spectacles and dragging tired fingers through his curly beard. I don’t think he expected anyone to ask why he wrote stories. What he wrote about, and where he got his ideas from maybe, and certainly why he wrote about ghosts and other creepy things, but probably not why do you write. And I think he thought perhaps he could have got away with “because it’s fun, and learning is fun, right kids?!”, but part of me will always remember the way the world shifted ever so slightly as it does when something important is about to happen, and this tall streak of a man looked down at me, narrowed his eyes in an assessing manner and said, “Because people told me not to, and words are important.”

I nodded, very seriously in the way children do, and knew this to be a truth. In my limited experience at that point, I knew certain people (with a sidelong glance to Mrs M who was in turn looking at me as though she’d just known it’d be me that type of question) didn’t like fiction. At least certain types of fiction. I knew for instance that Mrs M liked to read Pride and Prejudice on her lunch break but only because it was sensible fiction, about people that could conceivably be real. The idea that one could not relate to a character simply because they had pointy ears or a jet pack had never occurred to me, and the fact that it’s now twenty years later and people are still arguing about the validity of genre fiction is beyond me, but right there in that little moment, I knew something important had just transpired, with my teacher glaring at me, and this man who told stories to live beginning to smile. After that the audience turned into a two person conversation, with gradually more and more of my classmates joining in because suddenly it was fun. Mrs M was pissed and this bedraggled looking man who might have been Santa after some serious dieting, was starting to enjoy himself. As it turned out we had all of his books in our tiny corner library, and in the words of my friend Andrew “hey there’s a giant spider fighting a ghost on this cover! neat!” and the presentation devolved into chaos as we all began reading different books at once and asking questions about each one. “Does she live?”— “What about the talking trees” —“is the ghost evil?” —“can I go to the bathroom, Miss?” —“Wow neat, more spiders!”

After that we were supposed to sit down, quietly (glare glare) and write a short story to show what we had learned from listening to Mr Scott. I wont pretend I wrote anything remotely good, I was ten and all I could come up with was a story about a magic carrot that made you see words in the dark, but Mr Scott seemed to like it. In fact he seemed to like all of them, probably because they were done with such vibrant enthusiasm in defiance of the people who didn’t want us to.

The following year, when I’d moved into Mrs H’s class—the kind of woman that didn’t take away books from children who loved to read and let them write nonsense in the back of their journals provided they got all their work done—a letter arrived to the school, carefully wedged between several copies of a book which was unheard of at the time, by a new author known as J.K. Rowling. Mrs H remarked that it was strange that an author would send copies of books that weren’t even his to a school, but I knew why he’d done it. I knew before Mrs H even read the letter.

Because words are important. Words are magical. They’re powerful. And that power ought to be shared. There’s no petty rivalry between story tellers, although there’s plenty who try to insinuate it. There’s plenty who try to say some words are more valuable than others, that somehow their meaning is more important because of when it was written and by whom. Those are the same people who laud Shakespeare from the heavens but refuse to acknowledge that the quote “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them“ is a dick joke.

And although Mr Scott seems to have faded from public literary consumption, I still think about him. I think about his stories, I think about how he recommended another author and sent copies of her books because he knew our school was a puritan shithole that fought against the Wrong Type of Wordes and would never buy them into the library otherwise. But mostly I think about how he looked at a ten year old like an equal and told her words and important, and people will try to keep you from writing them—so write them anyway.

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*sobs for like the umpteenth time this day and reblogs the fuck out of this*

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this is it:

“Because people told me not to, and words are important.”

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irisbleufic

…yeah, my mother told me when I was 13 or 14 (right around the time I started writing both poetry and fanfiction) that I shouldn’t write so much. Why? Because she’d dug into the desk in my room, gone through my recent handwritten journals, and told me that what I was writing was too dark. Too emotional. It would make people wonder about me. Those were her exact words.

If someone tells you not to write? Write like your life depends on it.

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“Write like your life depends on it”

Won’t lie this post seriously helped me with something I’ve been struggling over for a while

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This studyblr is ANTI all-nighter, ANTI overexertion, PRO mental wellness, PRO self care, PRO getting enough sleep

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Studying with mental illness:

Hi so recently I took a break because my anxiety and depression had a spike?!? I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve made a post about it to show why exactly I had to take some time away. Anyway I thought I’d give a few ideas and tips for studying when you have a mental illness. A lot of them can be used by anyone but are very important

Take regular study breaks rather than do it all in one go. I tend to only be able to focus on tasks for a certain amount of time before I have to change so it’s good to do 20 mins then change the task

Look at maslows heirarchy of needs

You need to fulfill the bottom four before you can even begin to study. I think this is helpful for people with mental illness because often it’s easy to forgot and disregard these needs so it gives us a chance to focus not them.

Talk to your school and teachers. My teachers would be fine if I had to leave their class due to anxiety so they let. E go if I need to. My teachers tend to also ask me how I’m doing very often which is small but to me is important. It can also help with elongating due dates.

Do more on good days and less on the bad ones. I’m more motivated and energised on good days as is everyone else so I can do extra work whilst on bad days you may do less or none at all. Utilise the good days so you don’t feel so bad for not doing much on bad days.

Celebrate the little things. Read for 5 mins? Celebrate! Study for 10? Celebrate! Actually get up and do something on a bad day? Celebrate! Encourage yourself with rewards or even just a pat on the back.

Minset. I’ve said this so many times but just tell yourself you can. Saying it may even teach you to believe it because saying you can may make you even slightly better.

Sleep well. Referring back to the heirarchy but it makes a difference.

Take time for yourself. Don’t continuously study cause it’ll just make you feel a lot worse. Sometimes you might have to force yourself to read over stuff but only in extreme circumstances and never to the point where you feel a lot worse.

Understand it’s ok to feel this way. I often feel terrible and can’t do anything but I understand that it’s not my fault and if I try then I can get better. You’re amazing and you can do it.

Anyway I’m hoping these make sense ahah I’m not sure if they do or not but wanted to share some key tips that I’ve been thinking about recently. I’ve had to take the week to just think some stuff through and haven’t been able to do everything as well as I’d hope but it’s important. To all my followers or people reading this who are struggling just know I’m proud of you!

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kay-law

This is something I hope all of my followers and the entire studyblr community will read…

Last year was the hardest year of my life and I did not even notice it until I was out of it. To give a little background, I was 19, and becoming a college senior. I completed my bachelor’s degree with a double major, summa cum laude. I worked two jobs, one retail, one as a tour guide, five days a week, and took seven classes in the fall, and eight in the spring, and six in the summer. By March I had lost 16 pounds, was not eating, not sleeping, and drinking four or more cups of coffee a day. I had a boyfriend, friends, a roommate, I was president of a club, vice president of another, and working as vice president of one club’s international leadership program as one of five student board members across sixty-three countries. I studied for my LSAT, took the exam, and applied to law school. And in August, I will be the youngest person in my law school.

I pushed myself harder and further than I ever imagined, and though I sometimes (often) felt like it, I never cracked, gave up, or even collapsed. I did not always take care of myself, physically, mentally, or emotionally though, and I failed myself there, but I was so driven, so determined, that none of that mattered to me at that moment. I do not regret that or any of the choices I have made, but I pressured myself more than anyone ever has, and more than I ever have. I accomplished unbelievable things, but at an insane cost - my health.

Often in this community I receive messages, and see posts, encouraging you to never give up, and to always push yourself to get that A, pass that test, graduate, or to overcome whatever academic or otherwise challenges you are facing. Almost daily I receive messages asking how I do it. “How did you graduate at 20?”, “How do you keep up with all of your commitments?”, and even, “You are so amazing, I could never do it like you do”. But I am here to tell you well, it is not pretty. I went days without eating a meal at times. Days without washing my hair, of wearing the same torn leggings and a hoodie because a grade meant more to me than I meant to myself. I got walking pneumonia at the end of the spring term because I had pushed myself too hard and spent weeks telling myself I could not afford to be sick today, tomorrow, or the next day. I wore myself down so much that I had a doctor literally tell me that now at 20 years old, if I do not tone down the stress and pressure I subject myself to, that I could give myself a stroke. A stroke, 20 years old!

Being a perfectionist, and being so overwhelmingly addicted to my studies, is not glamorous.

I am making this post not to brag about my accomplishments, but because I receive messages daily idolizing me and what I have done. I want everyone to know that this is not easy. Having a dream is hard work, and I have been unfairly hard on myself. Just because you do not see someone’s cracks and scars, does not mean they are not there. I have worked hard, and have earned these things, but I have made sacrifices I would hate to see anyone else make.

In 10 days I move across the country to start law school, and I am terrified that I will allow myself to do this all over again. I am not afraid of the move, or of law school, but of myself and how I talk to myself and treat myself, and the amount of stress and pressure I am willing to apply to myself, without hesitation. In a month I have law school orientation, and have set up a meeting with one of the school’s onsite trauma therapists. I refuse to let myself be my own greatest roadblock. I have to learn to love myself. It is not fair to your body and mind to put grades above yourself. I now full heartedly believe that a grade is not worth your health. I will no longer break my back bending over backwards for an A+. I will no longer let myself go days without food and rest because I want this essay to be perfect, or my presentation to go as planned, second by second. I will allow myself to be happy, well rested, well fed, and healthy. I will love myself, and this is a promise I am making to myself and to all of you, and a promise I hope you all can make to yourselves as well.

I promise.

TLDR; Be dedicated, and determined to get what you want, but do not sacrifice your health, mental, physical, or emotional, for a grade, a diploma, a degree… You are worth so much more than a letter on a piece of paper, and it is okay to sometimes need to hear that. I know I did.

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garfield-baybee

Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow

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here guys, finished painting Yrene

hope you guys will like it ^^

character by @sjmaas

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I’m in fucking awe

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I know you’re tired bitch but keep fucking going

chibird

A small shiba inu is here to give you a blessing for July. ✨ Have a lovely month you all!

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Hey guys! I’ve hit a bunch of milestones here on tumblr but I never celebrated them but now I’ve decided to do a giveaway to thank you guys for all the love and support! I can’t thank you guys enough ♡ ( ´ ω ｀ ) ♡

Items:

bando set

bando 2018-2019 planner

washi tapes

4 stickers

post-it

leuchtturm set

leuchtturm a5 dotted notebook (not brand new since I tried using it but it wasn’t for me so I ripped like 4 pages out but it’s still in a very good condition! I didn’t want it to go to waste c:)

muji 0.5 mm pens

4 stickers

post-it

(I’ll also throw in other cute stationery stuff in each set!)

Rules:

Must be following me since this is a gift to my followers (if you’re following from a side blog please let me know your main in the tags)

Bonus entry for following my studygram and another one for following my main blog @raindyops (please let me know your ig username in the tags!)

Reblog to enter, likes do not count as an entry

No giveaway blogs please

Put in the tags which set you’d like to get (I’ll be choosing one winner for each set)

Ask/chat must be enabled

Must be willing to share your address with me (must have parent permission if under 18)

This giveaway ends on July 28th at 11:59 CST. I’ll choose the winners using a random generator and they’ll have 48 hours to respond. This giveaway is open internationally! Please ask me if you have any questions. Thank you so much once again and good luck everyone! x

#leuchtterm set pleaseeee

albertothechihuahua

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

jaxblade

ehh what the hell

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OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

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FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC

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I need to believe in the heart of the post…

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Oh? Well… *reblag*

zer0will2live

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

qslay

I have nothing to lose

stoicdaydreamer

my palm was itchin today not riskin it

astripperstory

I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol

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It works. I just got $300 for no reason.

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Money dog is my friend

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Money dog is the shit

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I believe in the money dog😀

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I believe in the money 🐶

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Bless me pls money pup 🙏🐕

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Just woke up 🙌🏿

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Pplease😭🙏🏽

marvelismylife

Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50

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y’all I have $88 in my account I need all the help I can get

lorienkittybooks

I have less than that I need money ASAP cuz I may have added an expense onto my expensive trip at the end of the month.

botanyshitposts

the thing about organic chemistry is that you finally get to use all the aesthetically pleasing mad scientist looking chemistry apperatuses that you’ve been waiting to use for years but when u finally get to use them they all turn out to do surprisingly boring things

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Please read all 4 of these screenshots from Tiana Smalls. I’ll follow w a thread of a similar experience:

#Resist #Solidarity

If you have citizenship in the US, please be mentally prepared to do this on behalf of your neighbors. This is not a drill.

There are lots of questions about the 100 mile thing, so here’s a ACLU primer on what to do WITHIN the border zone:

https://www.aclu.org/blog/immigrants-rights/immigrants-rights-and-detention/your-rights-border-zone

The people in this country are being treated like the people in nazi Germany did pre & during WWII. UNACCEPTABLE!!!!!!

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boost this!

merak-zoran

Fellow white people, stand up too. Don’t leave Black folks in the position of possibly getting shot for speaking up. Stand up and shield those who need it.