Franz Hopper: I've Given Jeremie All The Tools He Needs To Save The World.

They didn’t allow Salem to talk in the reboot because he’d be too powerful.

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twenty one pilots accepting their first AMA |-/ (via twenyonepilots)

This is my summary of Midnight Mass

Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Hiro Mashima..?

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Anxiety is living under a flinch, mouth full of holes, a tremble point   it is what if it all goes wrong and it is yes but it didn’t and it is no it did and here are the ways that you failed and didn’t even notice. it’s “you got an A” and feeling nothing, it is “you got a B+” and feeling your insides try and rip themselves out of your body. it is breath in short pants, human turned wild animal, get me out of here. it is brain a blank buzzing, it is sobbing on the train station, it is can you order for me. it is you need sleep because tomorrow’s a big day, it is you can’t sleep because tomorrow is a big day. it is don’t open your mouth. it is you’re an absolute waste of space why don’t you just try and make friends for once. it is you don’t deserve her. it is he’s right, you know. it is having three hours to do something important and instead staring blankly at a wall for two hours and fifty minutes. it is don’t go to the party, it is why didn’t you just go to the party. it is walk faster, it is sweaty palms and checking under the bed and keeping the lights on. it is you deserve this. it is a held breath, a morning hangover, it is go do this and it is too scared of failure to start anything. it is turn the page, it is don’t look, it is you’ll have nightmares about this later. it is answer the question, it is don’t raise your hand, it is teacher’s pet, it is breakdown lane in the middle of any building. it is here’s how to make it look like you haven’t just been hit by a truck. it is just drink, just curl your hands into fists until the fingernails bite in, it is forgetting the art of having lungs. it is can you not do that here. it is forgetting to walk back into your own body. it is removing yourself from anything, everything, it is watching other people who involve themselves and feeling lonely. it is you’re not hungry, it is smile prettier, it is that joke fell flat, it is everyone experiences this stop being a drama queen, it is suck in your stomach, it is control, it is hold on, it is so tight it will strangle the life out of you slowly so you can have the time to worry about all the things you should have done. it is should have. it is could have. it is why didn’t i why didn’t i, it is why did i do that, it is i am excited about this i think but i feel like vomiting, it is future too heavy, it’s what if, what if you don’t care, what if i’m not good enough, what if the building burns down, what if i lose her tomorrow, what if he doesn’t make it back safe, what if i’m the reason nobody loves me, what if i’m going to die alone one day, what if i’m useless, what if nobody cares, what if nobody reads this   it is that all went wrong, didn’t it?

IS // Part 1 of ? in a series about my experiences with mental illness // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

Me: there's no more fanfics to read. what am I supposed to do now?

Responsibilities: hey

Me:

Me: *rereads old fanfics*

No es lo mismo que leer los libros de la escuela. Y, sin embargo, aprendes, de otra manera pero aprendes. Es más divertido. Soy de los pocos en mi salón que saben dónde está Malasia, si no es que el único. El tío Paco dice siempre que esos libros, lo que hacen en ti es crear una "educación sentimental". No sirven para hacerte profesionista o ingeniero o médico. Sirven para hacerte mejor persona. Para que seas lo que quieras ser, pero humano. Y humano es el que piensa por sí mismo, el que se enoja ante las injusticias, el que celebra que se salve el niño en la inundación, el que cree firmemente en lo que cree, el que tiene sueños, el que puede enamorarse perdidamente, a pesar de no tener ni siquiera, todavía, trece años.

- "Persona normal", de Benito Taibo.

put reprises in the OBC recordings you cowards

“Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords.”