- anime: Ah yes, the beach episode!
- cartoons: Ah yes, the episode where a character gets shrunken down and sent into another character to explore their body!
Hey. I saw ur post involving eating disorder struggles and theatre. I have been in your shoes. I know this is weird because I am a stranger but I would like to help If I can. If you need anyone to vent to I am here for u. I am recovering from anorexia and I understand the stressors of theatre being an aspiring performer myself. Please msg me if u need anything. You are not alone. I hope you have a wonderful day! :3
Thank you very much. :) xx
I can’t speak for your theater world specifically, but I can make a suggestion— perhaps it isn’t theatre that is the problem. Maybe you need a new program. I’m very lucky, there’s a amazing program in my area. Maybe you could find a new one.
The problem with that is there aren’t any other programs, since this is just through my high school. There are bigger ones in my community, but it’s more for acting, not makeup.
I guess it’s just changed since I joined sophomore year. People have graduated, dynamics have changed. Hopefully things will resolve themselves. Or graduation will just come really fast.
i’m hardcore stressing about theatre right now and my mind is telling me the only way i can deal with it is to start restricting again.
nobody is communicating with me, i never know what’s going on with makeup anymore, one of the stage managers basically told me i’m no use and should quit.
i’m just really sad because theatre used to be my life and now it’s just become triggering and scary.
theatre is supposed to be fun, not make me cry and feel even more isolated.
explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
Libby Anne (via newwavenova)
get me out of america im so scared
the fact that i had to find out about whats going on in ferguson via tumblr bc none of the news stations are talking about it and the fact that my family had no clue of it until i mentioned it genuinely concerns and scares me