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story-of-my-mind:

Give yourself credit for each day you’re alive. Recovery is incredibly difficult and takes immense strength. I really do think people on the road to recovery are amazing. <3

callicharlton:

Alphabet in characters that bring joy to my life: L

Lorelai Gilmore

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

A guy in my psychology class said he thought orientation could possibly be a choice;

xxic:

i-live-for-glitter-not-you:

i-live-for-glitter-not-you

Me: Okay so if orientation is a choice, choose to be gay, right now.

Him: No.

Me: Why not?

Him: Because I don’t find men attractive

Me: So CHOOSE to find them attractive

Him: ……. I can’t.

Me: Sorry, WHAT was that? You CAN’T????

stOP

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blaineandersonmylittlecupcake:

harrynickels:

The actors reading their character’s first appearance in the books

I love this!!!!!!

harrypottersmum:

I wish Professor McGonagall ended all her classes by snapping her fingers, saying “McGonagone” then strutting out.

“Borderlines lack a constant, core sense of identity, just as they lack a constant, core conceptualization of others. The borderline does not accept her own intelligence, attractiveness, or sensitivity as constant traits, but rather as comparative qualities to be continually re-earned and judged against others’. The borderline may view herself as intelligent, for example, based solely on the results of a just-administered IQ test. Later that day when she makes a “dumb mistake” she will revert to seeing herself as “stupid.” The borderline considers herself attractive until she spies a woman whom she feels is prettier, then she feels ugly… As in her close relationships, the borderline becomes mired in a kind of amnesia—about herself. The past becomes obfuscated; she is much like the demanding boss who continually asks herself and others, “Yeah, so? What have you done for me lately?” –

On Criterion 3, I Hate You—Don’t Leave Me (via shitborderlinesdo)

Welcome to my life!!!

(via myborderlineblues)