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POTTER THEMED WEDDING!

repelo-muggletum:

THESE ARE GORGEOUS LET ME DIE

Dear Future Spouse,

We’re doing this. You don’t have a choice.

Much Love,
Your Fiancee

Thisisfrackingawesome. OhmygodIwantitsomuch. Plusothergeekery. Somebodymarryme.

(Source: bridalguide.com, via caralikewhoa)

People don’t understand depression.

It’s not just feeling sad. It’s not just feeling down.

It’s not a matter of needing comfort, of finding something to do, of cheering yourself up. You can’t just “do some baking” and feel better.

It’s literally something wrong in your brain, and it’s a horrible feeling. It’s helplessness. It’s not being able to sleep and then sleeping too much. It’s feeling like there is nothing right and not knowing why the only thing you feel like doing in the morning is curling up in the fetal position and crying.

And is it the hardest thing to admit to yourself that you’re depressed, let alone someone else. And it’s just as hard to admit you need help, and to get yourself up to go and seek that help, because it’s embarrassing. You don’t understand why you feel this way, and you feel like you shouldn’t, but you do. And the worst thing you can do is judge someone. Especially when you judge them for getting the help that they need, be that just counseling, or psychiatry and medication, because it’s hard enough to do without feeling judged.

It’s been a while…

But I feel like a rant. Hold tight:

I am NOT going to apologise for the fact that I believe, and have seen, that dope/pot/marijuana is one of the STUPIDEST things that you can do to yourself.

I have had enough of people laughing at me because I think this way, I have had enough of people trying to tell me “Oh, it’s harmless,” or “Oh, it’s not even addictive.”

Guess what? It is NOT harmless and it IS addictive. It’s harmful and addictive enough to make my sister flip out, start calling our (dead) father a pedofile (No.), tell my mother that she was wrong to let him around his grandchildren (never mind the fact that she allowed it in the first place), scream at her children, punch my mother in the face, call us baby thieves, insult all of us as much as she could, tell people that our mother was a rape baby, and refuse treatment, among other things.

Like fuck is it not addictive or harmful.