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9896) I have 3 best friends, or I thought I did. Whenever they hang out, they don’t even invite me. I feel alone.

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My friends sister

is a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic, with an eating disorder, and numerous others. She hears voices, and has tried to kill herself and her brother and mother on numerous attempts. She’s been sectioned. She’s been in Foster Care, after a doctor said there was nothing wrong with her and that she just hated her mother. She’s been force fed through a tube.

I have never been so proud of anyone as i am of him and his mother. They stuck by her through everything, travelling miles across England to see her every week and let her know they were there for her. They never lost hope that she could get better. They never abandoned her, and they got through it together.

I knew about this for a while. But i never knew how bad it was until today. He sent an email to all his friends, with an attachment of a speech his mum had given this Julie. It outlined his sisters condition, and how the family had dealt with it since its emerging signs when she was 8. Only a very few of his friends knew this ‘secret’ about him.

And i think he is the bravest person in the world for letting everyone know in such a personal way. He’s wonderful.

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I have such awful ‘friends’. I can’t wait for them all to hurry up and bloody leave. Eurgh.
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1. Waldeinsamkeit (German): the feeling of being alone in the woods.

2. Ilunga (Tshiluba, Congo): a person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

3. Taarradhin (Arabic): a way of resolving a problem without anyone losing face (not the same as our concept of a compromise – everyone wins).

4. Litost (Czech): a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.

5. Esprit de l’escalier (French): a witty remark that occurs to
you too late, literally on the way down the stairs.

6. Meraki (Greek): doing something with soul, creativity, or love.

7. Yoko meshi (Japanese): literally ‘a meal eaten sideways’, referring to the peculiar stress induced by speaking a foreign language.

8. Duende (Spanish): a climactic show of spirit in a performance or work of art, which might be fulfilled in flamenco dancing, or bull-fighting, etc.

9. Guanxi (Mandarin): in traditional Chinese society, you would build up good guanxi by giving gifts to people, taking them to dinner, or doing them a favour, but you can also use up your guanxi by asking for a favour to be repaid.

10. Pochemuchka (Russian): a person who asks a lot of questions.

11. Tingo (Pascuense language of Easter Island): to borrow objects
one by one from a neighbour’s house until there is nothing left.

12. Radioukacz (Polish): a person who worked as a telegraphist for
the resistance movements on the Soviet side of the Iron Curtain.

13. Selathirupavar (Tamil): a word used to define a certain
type of absence without official leave in face of duty.

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The meaning behind your tumblr name.

Life Support: its a song from RENT. I adore the musical/film more than anything, and this song is beautiful.

No other road, no other way: lyrics from RENT too :)

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seeing Les Mis today :)

maybe things are looking up a little?

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He wants you to think he doesn’t depend on you, but he binds himself closer than he cares to admit.

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Zoom I’m 6 foot tall, which sometimes really sucks.
I collect hat boxes with iconic pictures on
I’m in love with the Phantom of the Opera.
And Les Miserables.
And RENT.
Okay basically musicals.
I think Doctor Who is amazing.
I prefer the winter.
I never throw anything away (i have a rose i was given a year ago still)
I have a little book that i write all my feelings in. Like tumblr, but more explicit. It goes everywhere with me.
Certain songs make me cry.
I hope i die young (before everyone i know) because i know that I can’t deal with any more grief.
I really like the number 13, even though i’m very superstitious.
I don’t believe in fate, or karma, or anything like that.
I’m scared of not being in control of myself and my life.

  1. I’m 6 foot tall, which sometimes really sucks.
  2. I collect hat boxes with iconic pictures on
  3. I’m in love with the Phantom of the Opera.
  4. And Les Miserables.
  5. And RENT.
  6. Okay basically musicals.
  7. I think Doctor Who is amazing.
  8. I prefer the winter.
  9. I never throw anything away (i have a rose i was given a year ago still)
  10. I have a little book that i write all my feelings in. Like tumblr, but more explicit. It goes everywhere with me.
  11. Certain songs make me cry.
  12. I hope i die young (before everyone i know) because i know that I can’t deal with any more grief.
  13. I really like the number 13, even though i’m very superstitious.
  14. I don’t believe in fate, or karma, or anything like that.
  15. I’m scared of not being in control of myself and my life.

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“what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms?”
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There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion.

— The Great Gatsby; F Scott Fitzgerald

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Zoom dead-would-be-an-understatement:

racheljane-:

dreamermuch:

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i think i’m feeling happier. that is, i’m happier when i’m not thinking.
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