Yesterday was our final Sunday in England. That meant it was our last chance to eat a traditional “Sunday Roast”. It consists of roasted meat (pork and beef), mashed potato, yorkshire pudding, stuffing, vegetables and gravy. Thankfully we arrived into Wakefield early enough to find a restaurant who would serve us this extremely filling dish.
"I want you to get mad!”
this. so much of this.
you’re going to keep those sarky remarks to yourself, jackass, until the film’s finished, and let other people hear the bloody thing.
Why is it that anytime I go to my counselor and I tell her I want to die she sends me back to class?
Must I leave in a body bag to make a difference?
What does it take for things to be taken seriously?
I told a teacher I was going to have a panic attack
But it wasn’t until I couldn’t breath that she sent me to the nurse.
Why aren’t we acknowledging the mentally ill in schools today?
Maybe there would be less school shootings and less suicides
If we just paid attention to those suffering.
When did it get so difficult to recognize mental illness
Sitting right in front of you
|—||something’s horribly wrong with schools dealing with mental illness (e.m.d)|
Just finished making this :) what do you think ? :)
it’s a bit phallic, somehow…
Judy Blume (via thelifeguardlibrarian)