If Your Every Waking Moment Consists Of Your Brain Telling You That Everything You Do Is Wrong And Stupid

Okay Im going to be real for a moment. My grandfather grew up in Nazi Germany. He was part of Hitlers Jünge as a young child and listened to the rallys on the radio at his home.

Listen. He was talking to my father yesterday and he said that the things Trump talks about literally is almost exactly what Hilter talked about. Its the same rhetoric just towards a different group. My grandfather is terrified of Trump, because when he sees him he is reminded of everything that started Nazi Germany. And when someone who grew up in Nazi Germany says that Trump is literally like Hitler, you know its not an exaggeration.

push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise. 2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable. 3. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else. 4. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything. 5. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice. 6. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small. 7. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full. 8. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle. 9. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck. 10. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog. 11. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through. 13. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything. 14. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends. 15. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

(via aureat)

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Places

Today was my first day on meds for anxiety and I was supposed to have a job interview (part-time retail work, nothing major (although my mind seems to think it’s the biggest deal in the world)), so my foot decided to bend inwards and now I can’t walk without crutches which hurt like hell to use because of an old shoulder injury, so I had to reschedule the interview over the phone, and I can’t talk over the phone, and I had no idea when to reschedule it for since I went to the clinic and got an x-ray and they haven’t gotten back to me yet so I don’t know when it will be better, and there’s also that part inside of me that thinks I’m overreacting and theres nothing actually wrong and I’m gonna seem like an attention fiend, so I’m not sure if I want the pain to be gone or not in the morning when I have to wake up at 6:30 cause I was supposed to take my cat to the vet and now my mom is gonna have to miss work cause I can’t carry my cat and use crutches, but I still have to help her put my cat in the carrier which I don’t know how I’m gonna do since I can’t fucking walk, which is gonna be great for my first day of work tomorrow since I don’t have the type of shirt I need to wear yet since I was gonna buy it today but I didn’t, so my mom is telling me to go to the store before work at 10 AM but I CAN’T FUCKING WALK and I just nearly collapsed in the shower cause I keep losing my balance hobbling on one leg, and I was gonna call them and ask to come in for orientation at a later date but my mom said that I should just show up with my crutches anyway and maybe they’ll send me home but I’ve been hyperventilating and crying for the last couple of hours, not including when I actually twisted my foot, and I have no idea what to do.

Museum of Living Statues Pt. 2

TRIGGER WARNING: Character death, manipulation, and creepy ending.

This was my final project for my creative writing class, and I was pleased with how it turned out, so please enjoy!

That weekend I found myself outside the door of the Museum of Living Statues. I looked down at the flyer that my parents had forced into my hands a couple of days ago. Once inside, I was promptly greeted by a pleasant worker.

“Hello, and welcome to the Museum of Living Statues! Ticket purchases are right down this hallway and to the right,” They held their left arm out straight as a gesture, “and the application room for aspiring models is around the corner and through the door.” They stuck out their other arm in the same manner, and I hesitated.

“Um, I’m here to apply as a… model, I guess.” I said sheepishly, and their smile widened.

“Perfect! If you just head through the door marked for modeling, then someone will be right with you to help begin your application. Have fun, beautiful!” They flashed their strikingly perfect teeth as they continued to hold both their arms straight out from their previous gestures.

“Yeah, thank you.” I nodded at them hesitantly and headed around the corner. The door was very large and purple, and the sign read ‘Modeling Briefing’. I tried the sturdy metal handle, but it was locked. I knocked loudly and hurt my hand on the surprisingly hard metal door. As soon as I stopped my knocking someone yanked the door open and I came face to face with the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I could feel my face growing hotter and a lump formed in my throat. Just as I began to seriously consider turning and running away, they smiled a heavenly smile and clasped my hands in theirs.

“Hello, dear! Are you here to apply to become a model?” Their voice was like velvet, and my knees began to shake.

“Uh, that’s what I came here for, but...” I swallowed to try and clear the lump that had doubled in size. “but, uh, I’m not sure if I can.” They furrowed their brow and let go of my hands, which then dropped heavily to my sides.

“There’s no reason to worry, dear. We are willing to work with models of all levels of experience!”

“No, I mean, uh, I don’t exactly look like the typical model.” I said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Their confused expression sharply changed into that of amusement.

“Oh, now that’s just silly. Your face is very handsome, not to mention your height! You’re perfectly suited for modelling work, and I won’t hear any more complaints!” They flashed a smile and took my hand once more, leading me into the large open room.

(via njkerosky)

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When asked how she felt about equal marriage, my grandmother always said that she didn't care what they did, as long as it wasn't "shoved down her throat". The only problem is, she didn't care about heteronormativity being shoved down her throat in every romantic comedy or Valentine's Day commercial she watched.

it’s just incredible to me, how selfish and self centred you have to be to demand lgbt people don’t kiss or hold hands in front of you bc it makes you uncomfortable. my friends, that’s called homophobia, and if you honestly genuinely believe that lgbt safe spaces should be pda free, you’re a homophobe and a bad person