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I preemptively called it a good day. It wasn’t.

@mishacollins: This is my ALS ice bucket challenge. Please be forewarned: this video contains nudity & an inflatable horse.

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Sam is such a grumpy little brother here and Dean just gives him a minute to calm down. It’s actually adorable.

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Sunday and Monday were good days. Nothing extraordinary happened, but my brain let me have a couple good days. Sunday, I slept, I hung out with a friend, I watched Dead Poets Society in the theater, and I went out with the fiancé.

Yesterday I worked. Nothing good or bad about the day, but I didn’t want to hide in the bathroom at any point, which is HUGE for me lately at work. And it’s not because I don’t like my job. I love my job. And the people I work with, but my anxiety and depression have been off the charts lately and simple tasks have been epic battles.

I didn’t sleep much last night and I’m incredibly tired. And it rained this morning with my car window broken. But honestly, I don’t mind. I’m going to be out of work by noon and get some wedding stuff taken care of. Even that doesn’t seem too far out of the realm of possibility today.

I’m celebrating my wins. And even though nothing overtly wonderful has happened, I’ve had a few good days and I’m just trying to stay positive and see how long I can keep this streak going. My appetite is back and I think I’m going to cook today.

Life is tough, even more so when you’re fighting against your own thoughts and brain. But right now, in this moment, I’m okay. And okay is good enough for now.

“Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.”
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I’m falling more in love with the idea of clintasha. Like I have all these stupid head cannons about what they’re like together. Why?! Why do I think about stupid things like this?! Ugh, they’re just so damn adorable in my head.

“You realize that everything the police are doing in Ferguson is carefully calculated, right? They’re purposely turning peaceful protests into riots. They’re purposely committing violence to incite violence. From saying ‘We won’t be answering 911 calls,’ which is a very clever way to set themselves up to be able to say, ‘We were afraid for our safety - any call could really be an ambush, our lives were in danger’ right down to the camouflage and the military tanks and wearing more body armor than a soldier in a war zone. Its exactly why they’re going for a media blackout - yet allowing certain photos through - they WANT you to see their tanks. They want you to see their riot gear. They WANT you to see a war-zone. They’re trying to sell the world the idea that this community is inherently and constantly a source of violence and turmoil - they want you to think that they [the police] are being attacked daily in a place so vicious they need full body armor. You know why? Because then, at the end of the day, you might just be able to believe the story they’re going to spin. They’re going to tell you that this (white) officer goes to work in this war zone every day - that he spends every working moment in constant fear for his life. They’re going to tell you that Michael Brown attacked this officer. And then they’re going to bring up everything that has happened in the aftermath and try to use it to convince you that he shot that little boy because he was afraid for his life. They’re setting up a defense. You mark my words, they’re trying to set up a defense.”

My mom’s take on what’s going on in Ferguson (via actualbanshee)

Your mom isn’t wrong. That’s why it’s so important to keep the signal going. Too many are silenced with lies and fear and if they cannot speak then we have to do it for them.

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I’ll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect my existence.


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The lack of tattoos on my body is highly upsetting.

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