Whys I Needs Title?


Was it Stiefvater's Raven Cycles? Or the Lunar Chronicles



I am really mad. Like fucking pissed. I was reading a perfectly good book and it ended with a cliffhanger. This fact is not so bad. My problem is that that second book is focused on a different character. One that has little to no relevance to the protagonist in the first book. I feel like I wasted my money on a disappointment. Now I have to trudge through this painfully boring and waste of time book to read the parts that move the storyline I care about forward. If I would have known I would have never read the first book to begin with. I probably won’t finish the series no matter how well written it is. Change in perspective is by far one of my greatest writing pet peeves and while I can understand its literary benefits I refuse to subject myself to it when I read for leisure.

I feel so useless sitting here. What can I do to help Ferguson??


Acceptance is the opposite of giving up


I’ve seen a disconnect between parents and self-advocates when we talk about disability acceptance:

  • Advocate: Disability acceptance is really important. Disability is part of who I am.
  • Parent: You mean I should just accept that my kid is suffering and can’t do anything…

Reblog this if you like Harry Potter. No questions, just do. It’ll make sense later.

(Source: luciuspatronus)

We believe in you, and we love you. Keep fighting the good fight! -ASP


Thank you so much for this message. The smile on my face is so huge it hurts. :D

I wouldn’t let her sleep on my jacket so the little brat slept here instead

I wouldn’t let her sleep on my jacket so the little brat slept here instead

I wouldn’t let her sleep on my jacket so the little brat slept here instead

I wouldn’t let her sleep on my jacket so the little brat slept here instead


Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

(Source: sarahaliceyoung)

Help Me Beat My Eating Disorder

This summer instead of going to the beach or visiting family (or even use the internet) I decided to save my life.
I have been battling an eating disorder for most of my life and while I did have it under control for almost three years it reared it’s ugly head this year shortly after the loss of my grandmother. Life was hard and it was all too easy to fall back into old dangerous habits.
Fortunately I realized early on what was happening and reached out for help. Unfortunately my insurance did not fully cover me and my treatment cost my family $7,000 out of pocket. Seven thousand dollars that we don’t have to spare.
My treatment was the best thing that happened to me and without it I would be dead but now I want to help my family help me. By donating or sharing or whatever it is that you do I can rest easy knowing that my health and treatment didn’t destroy my family financially. I know that not everyone on this website can donate but just reblogging this post can get this into the hands of people who can.
Tumblr is my family and supports me in so many ways that I was hoping the community could help support me once more. Click the link to donate. Your help means more than you can ever know.