I’m making a ‘they care’ page people. Reblog if you want your URL included, but only reblog if you DO care and would help someone if they came to you:)
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We are missing something. We always are.
So I don’t know if I posted it but. On the 28th I’m going to the doctor to get prescribed for depression meds, and probably anxiety ones too.
I hope they make me feel better and don’t have the opposite effect.
Because right now if I get worse I’m not sure if I’ll make it, haha.
Meds can seem scary, I know, but… My sister’s boyfriend’s on meds for his depression. He was really bad, and sometimes he just got so low that he couldn’t feel anything at all… The first lot of meds he took had a bad side effect, so they had to replace them, but it didn’t seem to damage their affect. According to my sister, he reported feeling wonderfully happy and enthusiastic since the day he took them. He said it felt strange to be okay again, but that it was also fantastic. As far as I know, he’s doing alright even now.
Hopefully you’ll have similar results, and things will go well. ^_^
“Learning a language is like maths. You have to logic things out in your head.” - French teacher
When I was younger, I did many stupid things. Beyond asking angry adults philosophical questions, and trying to get my parents actively involved in my life, I once challenged the wind and water. It was during a heavy storm, which shook the house in panicked rage… Distracted from my work that day, I took to admiring the effort the two elements were making to try and break in. It seemed an awful strain for little reward… So I promised them they could have my soul if they ever caught me. They certainly did try after that. I had to be reminded to move away from the ocean when it rushed up to meet me, and to not stand close to cliff edges when the wind blew. Thankfully, I think that deal was dissolved… But my words put me in great danger.
Experience would tell me that humans cannot withstand my world. They quaver, crack, deny it until they’re blue in the face… It has ruined me many times in the past. And yet, I seem unable to stop myself trying. I’m almost desperate to find a human that can prove my opinion of them wrong.
I tried the smartest. Society portrays intelligence as a great virtue, and I thought a being capable of complex thought processes would have a good chance of riddling it all out. They were, however, simply too clever to consider what I have to say. The smart are simple minded.
I tried the family. They say they’re the creatures who will accept you the most, and love you no matter your flaws. They told me I was a mere child, that I understood nothing, that I needed to get silly notions out of my head. Family betrayed me.
So then I tried trust. You have to grow to know someone and then, after time, you open up to them. It is the happiest method, claim the humans. They turned against me very quickly. I had to be lying, or I was too vague… They ignored the complicated parts. They screamed about danger. Trust failed.
I knew it would end badly… Me employer told me so. My partners told me so. Even I told me so. Why did I try? Because I had taken my time with revealing things to him? Because he appeared to be able to follow? Or was it my heart leading me astray, whispering lies about how a friend like him would be the one to know?
Not that it matters. It failed. He gave the same answer they all give when they’re pulled from their comfort zone - grow up, face reality, I’m worried about you, you’re just imagining things. Why do you flee so quickly? You run faster than startled rabbits. I thought this is what you wanted… Something to break your ordinary lives. But, no… You cling to what once brought you misery. Am I such a frightening creature? Do I make you quake in your boots?
So, we remain as four… For now. I sincerely doubt the fifth will be a human. They do love to avoid us, after all. We, whose existence they deny, will simply have to plough forwards… Well, isn’t this what I wanted?
In times like these, maths has never turned away from me. The paper will not reject my pencil because of the heart in my body. The numbers will not glare at me for the song on my tongue. My mind works, and the sum walks down the path with me until we arrive at our destination. And if I take a wrong turn, I only have to wait… My maths teacher will enlighten me. He will not frown at my stupidity, or make snide comments about my performance. He will talk me through it all, give me advice on studying, and set me another task to do. I love maths for that reason. Give me long enough to get into it, and it will reset any mood… But it will not undo what has been done. I cannot forgive your bitter words.
Reblog this and see what you get anon or not.
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We could rule the world, destroy countries, build fantastic cities made of technologies, declare heterosexuality illegal, pilot every freaking show.
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Physics Homework
Having to explain how light gates and v=d/t works to two morons who spend their free time arguing about how fast cyclists travel down a road, because they’re so determined to have a winner that they’ll annoy the public with a pointless experiment that they don’t even know how to do.
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
^^^better story than twilight
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Reblog this is if it is okay to come to you and just vent my heart out, cry to you, yell to you, or just chat with you. We are all in need of somebody to talk to.
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Seiko’s Procrastination
Has a small amount of tests, a few pieces of unimportant homework and nothing after that.
Doesn’t update Tumblr for a week or two.
Has a lot of important homework to do, due in a short time, and not a lot of time to do it because of training and school trips.
Decides now is a good time to update Tumblr.
“Boys, did they really have to be gay?” - Second(ary) English teacher
Statarion, my Mermish son, I wish you would write yourself. You know better than anyone how to be a wordless, freaky monster fish. You have memorised all the ways to push Alexander’s buttons, and are as skilled in the art of loving him as you are at hunting. You would know how to observe fire properly. You would understand how to find the human, and what to refer to him as. You could eliminate my problems in a heartbeat. And yet, I’d rather just write for you myself. Type up a few metaphors from your strange point of view, try to visualise sirens drawing nearer, continuously hear your hoarse voice shouting out the same line as I think of different ways to record it, stopping often to contemplate how I should really get on with my more pressing homework instead of this fairly leisurely piece.
I should probably abort this mission now. I can’t even decide on the length and colour of your hair, yet I’m sending you out to observe the human world already. Three hours has grown 66 words of absolute rubbish. The next few hours should be vaguely entertaining…
I guess I just want to write something real. Ai, having finally read the results of her challenge, has requested two more scenes of the same nature. It’s not something that I specialise in, and it’s not something I’m keen to write more of… The desire to create a scene of sweeter, milder events returns. So if I have to spend all day writing a soppy story that’ll probably make my secondary English teacher squirm, and get up early tomorrow to finish a book recommendation and an essay… Well, I sleep too much anyway.
