Children are not possessions.
Children are not accessories.
Children are not relationship band aids.
They are tiny people with the same amount of feelings as an adult.
But with less capacity to process, express and healthily contain those feelings when necessary.
Be kind to them.
I know I’ve seen something similar to this floating around Tumblr before, but in light of the racist bullshit that has been happening lately, I feel the need to post it again.
There are good white people
and there are bad white people.
There are good black people
and there are bad black people.
There are good people who do bad things
and there are bad people who do good things.
If we all started treating each other as individual human beings, with separate personalities, traits and flaws, rather than grouping all people of one skin colour into one group and relying on long-outdated and never-warranted biases and presumptions, then we would have a lot less problems.
How many followers do u need to have before u just get random curious anons or am i just too boring
i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one
the cops in ferguson would rather waste their time and resources terrorizing a whole community than punish one racist murderer
Trying on clothes is really hard when you hate yourself. Liking someone is really hard when you hate yourself. Eating is really hard when you hate yourself. Life is really hard when you hate yourself.
this guy at my school wears really short shorts all the time and i asked him why he doesn’t wear normal cut shorts and he said “if the sky is out, then my thighs are out” god bless
what the hell r u doing unfollowing me while im asleep that is disrespectful
LIFE HACK: disguise your nervous breakdown as a series of jokes
I have never realised how much I rely on uni to keep my schedule. Either by its presence or its absence, it does.
It is currently 20 past 3am.
When I have uni, I have classes to go to, that usually start at a similar time in the morning. For the past year and a half, I have had 5 days a week. And when I haven’t had classes, I’ve had coursework to keep me busy, so I would spend a lot of time doing it, and not feel too guilty for doing nothing by the time I finally came home, because it was usually after a day of at least 7 hours working.
When I don’t have uni, I am expecting a fair bit of time off, to form my own routine that only needs to make way for work. I know I have a lot of time to do stuff, so I get that routine going as soon as possible. Helping mum at her work every day. Working when I get shifts. Seeing friends when I realise it’s been three weeks and I’ve accidentally forgotten to speak to them at all. I know I have a set amount of time that’s my own, so I can organise it and fit everything in neatly where I want it. Routine.
But this semester everything’s fucked up. I have two subjects that I’m not motivated to work on. Well, four subjects technically, but one is for my clinical placement I’ll do later and I don’t have any work for, and the other I’m doing by distance, so honestly, I tend to forget about it a lot. I have three days of class. One of the days I start at 11am, the next I have nothing until 4pm - so almost a day off, but not quite - then Wednesday off, then start at 10am, then Friday off. I thought it would be great, but I’m finding I actually prefer 5 days a week on, with 9am starts.
Because at the moment, my sleep pattern goes something like this: stay up stupidly late on Monday night because I know I can stay in bed until 2pm Tuesday, stay up stupidly late again on Tuesday night because I didn’t get up til around midday and I know I don’t have to be up on Wednesday, stay up a bit less stupidly late Wednesday night because I have to be up at 8am, but I can’t get to bed early because of how late I got up Wednesday, be tired all day Thursday but still not go to bed early because I don’t have anything Friday, do the same Friday, sometimes I do something on a Saturday and sometimes I don’t, then try not to go to bed too late on Saturday because I have to be up at 7am for an 8hr shift at work on Sunday, but usually give up because my sleeping pattern is that fucked I can’t get to bed early so end up putting away my computer at around 1-2am, then being tired enough Sunday night to actually be able to get to sleep at around midnight, sometimes even before, and then have to get up at 9am on Monday morning, and the cycle repeats.
So the good news is I am not really sleep deprived this semester, for like, the first time since I was about 9. The bad news is, I have no discernible sleeping pattern, and as someone who craves organisation and order, it’s killing me, but also as someone with no self-control or motivation to do anything that might actually benefit me, I am not going to change.
It’s now 3.33am and because I actually have stuff to do tomorrow I might try to go to sleep soon. Aim to have my computer away by 4. Sigh.
I want my 5 days a week of uni back. I want my routine back :(