recoveryofabrokenteen:

mymindpalaceisatardis:

OH MY GOSH

THAT IS A TURTLE

AND HE IS CRAWLING TOWARDS ME

AND HE HAS BIG SHINY EYES

SADFHASDKJFAHDSJFA

HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE THIS TURTLE

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arachno-phobic:

lol my teacher is hilarious 

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Eighteen, you know I’ve literally been waiting since forever to turn this age. I have no idea why. I guess it’s just the media aspect of it. OHMYGOD you’re eighteen! OHMYGOD your life is about to change!

To be honest, my life has changed the most in this past year. And i never ever want to relive it again. But there’s a part of me that wants to hold on to these moments and just never grow up.

And frankly, I don’t think I will grow up. Nope. Not this year! Sorry Universe. Watching Disney movies, playing make believe, reading fantasy, and dancing around in my pajamas is too much fun to give up.

Shout out to my friends, sticking with me through the ups and downs. Staying with me even when I was a bipolar hot mess. I hope we stay together forever. And if by chance our paths lead us in different directions I hope you know that I will never forget any of you. Or our awesome twitter conversations and snapchats and MSN group chats and texts. If you ever think of me remember I’m just a text, tweet, phone call away! :)

Shout out to my parents,
I never actually got to thank you for taking care of me, for teaching me, and making the person I am today. I realize how hard it has been, or had been for you. Thank you for being there for me, and being patient. I just want to say I love you.

Shout out to my teachers,
You’re all literally like my parents. I’d like to thank you all for teaching me and dealing with all my craziness. You’ve been the best support any teenager could have!

Sincerely,

Waiting for Peter Pan to take me to Neverland. :)

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thepoliticalfreakshow:

Remembering the Victims of the Sandy Hook Massacre

Noah Pozner, Age 6

Noah Pozner left behind an “unimaaginable void,” his mother said in a new interview with People magazine about the Jewish boy killed in the Newtown shooting rampage.

The slain six-year-old boy’s siblings — especially his twin sister, who survived — are taking his loss hardest as they try to live their lives without the “vivacious” first-grader.

“We’re just emerging from the initial shockwaves, the numbness, the denial,” Veronique Pozner told People. “It’s not a linear thing. We go back and forth between these stages. But it’s starting to dawn on me that he will never come back.”

The interviews were part of a new package of interviews by the magazine with some of the 20 families who lost children in the Dec. 14 spree at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut.

Like other surviving siblings, Noah’s sisters do their best to keep his memory alive. When his sister, Sophia, recently put together a Lego spaceship, she announced: “Noah helped me put it together,” the magazine said.

Why Noah’s Parents Wanted An Open Casket Funeral

If Americans knew what bullets did to human flesh, they’d support gun control. So perhaps they should be shown in living colour what bullets do to small bodies. A mere description is insufficient for the literal-minded.

Noah Pozner, 6, was one of the 20 child victims in the Sandy Hook shooting in Newtown, Conn., on Dec. 14. All the dead were shot between three and 11 times. Tiny Noah took 11 bullets. His mother, Veronique, insisted on an open coffin, Naomi Zeveloff reported in the Jewish Daily Forward.

You’ll probably remember Noah. He was a happy little guy with beautiful heavily lashed eyes and a cheerful smile. In his coffin, there was a cloth placed over the lower part of his face.

“There was no mouth left,” his mother told the Forward. “His jaw was blown away.”

She put a stone in his right hand, a “clear plastic rock with a white angel inside.” She wanted to put a matching stone in his left hand but he had no left hand to speak of.

Parents of the dead children were advised to identify them from photographs, such was the carnage. But every parent reacts differently. Veronique Pozner did the most difficult thing. She asked to see the body. Zeveloff asked her why.

“I owed it to him as his mother, the good, the bad and the ugly,” she said. “… And as a little boy, you have to go in the ground. If I am going to shut my eyes to that I am not his mother. I had to bear it. I had to do it.”

When the governor of Connecticut arrived, she brought him to see Noah in the open casket. “If there is ever a piece of legislation that comes across his desk, I needed it to be real for him.” The governor wept.

Death by gun isn’t real to us because we see it only in the movies. We occasionally see photos of human beings as meat, but they are almost always meat belonging to non-white foreigners after a bombing.

Those grieving often don’t share an editor’s delicate sensibilities. Jackie Kennedy, on Air Force One after JFK was shot on Nov. 22, 1963, was asked to change her clothes because the sight of JFK’s blood and brains was upsetting people. She cleaned her face and discarded her pillbox hat, but kept the bloodstained suit on. “Let them see what they’ve done,” she said. Mass shootings had not yet begun.

And what about the case of Emmett Till? Online Reddit readers commented on one obvious link with Noah.

Till, a 14-year-old black boy from Chicago, was hideously murdered in 1955 while visiting relatives in Mississippi. Allegedly, he had whistled at a white woman. Till was kidnapped, beaten, had one of his eyes gouged out, was shot in the head and his corpse tied with barbed wire to a 70-pound weight and dumped in a river.

His mother asked for an open coffin. “I want the world to see what they did to my baby,” she said.

The photo was reproduced and Till’s death became a huge news story. Three months later, Rosa Parks refused to move to the back of the bus and the civil rights movement took a leap forward.

In these three cases, we see the difference between “telling” and “showing,” an old concept in literary criticism. Novelists can “show” events and let the reader draw their own conclusions or they can “tell” the reader the plot as it unfolds.

But the literary critic Wayne Booth came up with the concept of the “unreliable narrator.” Can you trust what you are being told? Reporters can tell you that 20 children were shot. But since American gun owners think reporters are unreliable narrators in the first place, perhaps they have to be shown what one man did to Noah because he had, not just one bullet, but a magazine of bullets.

We saw JFK’s skull fly apart. Emmett’s unrecognizable face was on show.

And that’s why Noah’s mother asked the governor to come and see her child’s corpse. He had already been told. He had to see it for himself.

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xrimmie:

UGH

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:)