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Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

This is so sad

(via xwhatever-nevermindx)

Unfortunately accurate.

(via elementalsight)

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janto321:

Ten Minutes to Freckles, Fifteen to Burn (1223 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Vacation, Anal Sex, Top Greg, Bottom Mycroft
Summary:

The rule was no mobiles on vacation, Mycroft was on his anyway.

teaser below the cut:

“Gregory this is not a laughing matter. I need my mobile.” Mycroft glared at the inspector, but the silver haired man was kicked back in a patio chair, grinning at him with a drink in his hand despite the fact that it wasn’t even noon.

“We’re on vacation, Mycroft. I did warn you what would happen if I caught you on it.”

Greg was being utterly insufferable. And his glares had ceased working on the inspector a while ago. He silently wondered if he was losing his touch.

“Don’t pout,” Greg pulled him into his lap. He was wearing just a pair of swimming trucks, a cool breeze from the ocean ruffling their hair. Mycroft decidedly did not do shorts and was wearing a thin button up shirt. Ten minutes and he’d have more freckles. Fifteen and he’d burn. Greg kissed his clavicle, then up his jaw. He hadn’t bothered shaving this morning and his gray scruff dragged against Mycroft’s skin.

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After Ferguson, Race Deserves More Attention, Not Less – NYTimes.com

After Ferguson, Race Deserves More Attention, Not Less – NYTimes.com

professorfangirl:

“The net worth of the average black household in the United States is $6,314, compared with $110,500 for the average white household, according to 2011 census data. The gap has worsened in the last decade, and the United States now has a greater wealth gap by race than South Africa did during apartheid. (Whites in America on average own almost 18 times as much as blacks; in South Africa in 1970, the ratio was about 15 times.)” And yet “ a 2011 study by scholars at Harvard and Tufts found that whites, on average, believed that anti-white racism was a bigger problem than anti-black racism.”

Fuck. Me. Sideways.