"In My Culture, Death Is Not The End. It's More Of A Stepping Off Point. You Reach Out With Both Hands

stop comparing shadow and bone to game of thrones. its not game of thrones and thank god for that

there are really hundreds of people out there writing 100k word stories about their favourite tv show characters out of pure love and passion and posting them on the internet for free so we can share that love and that frankly is what art is all about tbh

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This needs to be a disclaimer for all fangirls.

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

You know you read too many Imagines when you automatically read your actual name instead of (Y/N).

So I know Hannah Montana ended nearly a decade ago…

However, it was pretty much my favorite Disney series growing up. I mean you have Miley Cyrus leading a double life as a pop star and get to see her sing/perform in every episode…talk about a gold mine! And don’t even get me started on the many CDs that came with music from the series. But besides the music and the joy that is young, teenage, star-eyed Miley Cyrus…one other thing that was a huge part of my, and the childhoods of many others, was the agonizing decision that agonizing choice for our young children Miley Stewart: Jake or Jesse. Now if anyone was a hardcore Hannah Montana stan like I was, you would also know the agony that was “He Could Be The One: Part 1 and 2”. To this day, I’m still mad at Miley for picking Jake when he went on to cheat on her and she ended up with Jesse by the end of that season!! Anyways, through my anguish and ranting, I thought of something that made me even more upset with the series’ choices than this: the lack of correlation between the show and the movie. Hannah Montana: The Movie came out at some point in the middle of the 3rd season. And there was 30 episodes in that season and it alone went from 2008 to 2010 so you would think that there was plenty of space to at least MENTION the events that took place in the movie. Ngl…I probably wouldn’t have a problem with the whole movie/show thing if it weren’t for two words: TRAVIS BRODY. Played by Lucas Till, Travis was Miley’s love interest in the movie. You can basically say they were childhood sweethearts for he had a crush on her when they were kids and would always spend her time with her. He even had a nickname for her that will forever be in our hearts: Smiley Miley😍. However, Travis was not only JUST a love interest, he was a big part of Miley’s life as both Miley Stewart and Hannah Montana. This is because he caused her to reveal her identity for the first time to the people of her hometown of Crowley Corners. This was a big huge milestone for Miley and it was all because of Travis. He helped her establish her true self that was behind the popstar, for she began to lose her way, and it became a humbling situation. He even was the inspiration for the childhood classic we have today that is “The Climb”. And for these reasons is why I am still upset for the lack of “Hannah Montana: The Movie” in “Hannah Montana” the show. I don’t care I’m Team Travis til the day I die!!!

Heartbreak is one of those things you can't help, but what you can do is surround yourself with some good friends.............and some good fan fictions

Darkling:

Me automatically:

As someone who has had to deal with this several times you SHOULD NOT DO THIS!!! Call an ambulence! 

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!