24 years old. Queer. Indiana/New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
CAN I JUST SAY TO ANYONE SUFFERING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS YOU ARE ONE BADASS MOTHER FRICKER BECAUSE NOTHING IS MORE TERRIFYING THAN BATTLING WITH YOUR OWN MIND EVERY SINGLE DAY
The most poignant part was the very end. If you don’t want to be spoiled, then skip this. But the scene in the medical bay…my God. That corpsman O’Brien was absolutely incredible. Portrayed by actual Navy medical staff member Petty Officer 2nd Class Danielle Albert, there was a comforting control and reality in her. Her knowledge and compassion, her steadiness… It was incredible.
She’d never acted. She was told by Hanks to “do what she does every day.” To just “react to how I’m acting.”
I don’t have words for how much I was moved by her performance.
This, this, this. Thank God for medics like her, who can stay calm and bring calmness while doing their jobs, and help traumatized individuals. This whole scene just destroyed me.
(It’s true — read here.)
And finally I give up
and curl up beside Finnick,
trying to block out the excruciating sounds of
Prim, Gale, my mother,
Madge, Rory, Vick, even Posy,
helpless little Possy...More sparks at mockingjohn.tumblr.com
This book series and movie is about PTSD and I love it and it is so so hard to watch because it looks like the worst moments of my life and those of my bestie’s life.
I HOPE SETTING OFF YOUR FIREWORKS ON JULY 3RD MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOUR SMALL PENIS
UGH FOR REAL SHUT THE FUCK UP
welp, here I am in my closet.
it’s actually quite cool though. I have a load of pillows and stuffed animals, and twinkly lights, a little sheer ceiling, and lots of cute pics/inspirational quotes etc on the walls. I love it in here.