Chin up dickward

     Ello ello ello, evening darlins' Becky here, I'm feeling a bit under the weather today so this will be short and sweet :)

     Now positivity is something vital to everyone, but growing up we've been taught that it's negative or unbecoming. If you're positive about your body image, you're vain, if you're positive and confident in your ability to do something, you're full of yourself. Society has drummed it into our brains from a very young age that we must strive to be this perfect specimen of humanity we see posted in every newspaper and magazines, but as soon as we start to think that we may be becoming what we ourselves see and think of as the "perfect version" of ourselves, we're ridiculed and shamed.

 *starts singing "Fuck 'Em All" in the tune of Let It Go*

Remember confidence and positivity comes hand in hand.

     Society needs to go fuck itself, if there is anything that we need more in life, it's positivity. You wan't to take that selfie? Take that fucking selfie cutie. And it's not all about body image or positivity too, don't be ashamed to show off your smarts, if people stopped being bullied or pulled down because of their brains imagine where we could be?! Just fucking accept it and lets have hovercars already!

    Have a positive feeling about everything you do, enjoy life to its fullest and if you're down in the dumps, chin up dickward, it'll only get better if you let it :) As someone who's had a mental illness rip apart their life, I know what it feels like to be at my lowest point, but guess what? It got better, because I was positive about it, I tried to be whenever I could, I used it as a learning experience about having positivity in your life. Through this I also learn't that your own positivity affects others too,because I could never of  made it through like I did without the help I got from my family and a few friends (seriously you find out who are your real friends when something like this happens to you -_- ). So I've said it before and I'll say it again, spread the love!!!

    Until next week my little turnips, I'll be better by then hopefully. Peace out <3

Twas the night before Halloween, and all through the town, the students were out making money though festive carnival games.... so they could get fucking wankerd the next day.

     Good evening, good evening, good evening, Becky here. Apologies for the lack of blog last week, internet problems *le sigh*. I have a feeling this weeks is going to be a bit rubbish too.... I have nothing planned to talk about so it's just gonna be what inside my head straight onto here, with no filter. This is going to be so much fun *creepy smirk*

     HALLOWEEN TOMORROW..... YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Have ya'll done your pumpkins? My pumpkin game is STRONG this year... all cheshire cat  like though I haven't worked out how to upload photos yet off my tablet onto here so you can't see :( rest assured though you fuckers got nothing on my jack-o-lantern.

     Adding to the festivities I'm now going to write in an Autumny colour....... Isn't it so pretty? I love Halloween with a burning passion (if you haven't already guessed), but since I've moved down to London there's no one to celebrate it with, none of my college buddies are particularly into it, I mean some of the have NEVER been trick-or-treating!!! Blasphemy! These peasants don't know what there missing, I going to have to start throwing annual Halloween Do's, once I get my own place, just for the excuse of buying 50 pumpkin and cooking all of the recipes fir them.

     So earlier this week Hazel (Fridays girl <3), some other friends and I went to the Thorpe Park for Fright Night, and it was awesome! We got into two of the mazes, though I'm not exactly sure why they call them this... not really much of a maze, the Cabin In The Woods one and The Blair Witch Project one (which was actually in the woods). I was pleasantly surprised by these, they were actually scary, the actors were fantastic and so was their make-up/costumes. There was also group costumes done by some park staff who walked around for people to take photos of and just adding to the atmosphere (the guys with bats, chains and one chainsaw were my favourite, they were really in character). Though we didn't get to go on that many of the rides, seriously, get the fast passes poeple, I had loads of fun and it was great spending time with everyone, especially Hazel, I loved our 45 minute ride on the Tea Cups <3 love you babe.

     Now I've actually though of something to talk about. 
Lets have a little chat about consent girls and boys. This is a magical time where you can literally wear anything, or in some party cases, almost nothing with out being wierd. Now, even in this case it does not give anyone the right to act like less of a human being, or treat someone like less of one. Wearing revealing clothing, no matter the gender, does not mean under any circumstances that they were "asking for it", I don't condone murder usually (severely injure yes) but I'll make an exception for the type of douchbaggery fucktards who thing this is an excuse. Lemme tell ya something asstown, you sexually assault someone, THERE IS NO EXCUSE. That means being drunk also can't be used, if you can't control yourself while intoxicated, you can't get intoxicated you ungodly spawn of sprouts.
YES MEANS YES... and if he/she wants to stop at any time, you stop.

    People are not objects, nor are they there for your pleasure and entertainment, so make this Halloween a good one, look after yourselves and others, have fun, scare the living crap out of the little shits down your road, but fun scare, keep in mind the things that trigger anxiety/panic attacks, not to mention epilepsy, are a big no no.

So Boys and Girls of Every Age, go out tomorrow and you're bound to see something strange, until next week my flowers, good night (you cunt weasels <3) x

Thursday love fest- A more sombre edition

     Alrighty guys, Rebekah here........ just going to put this out there right now TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM!!!!!!

     I was really hoping not to touch some of the more grim subjects until ya'll had settled into my deviant ways, but but this weeks quote needed it I think. 'To not have some battle scars it to never had lived', I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this one, I understand where it's coming from sure (wounds heal over, the scar reminds you so you learn from your mistakes), but it makes it seem that people who don't have these 'scars' have yet to live.... I-call-bullshit, they've just been fortunate enough to of not been through a bad experience. So for today's sake I'm changing 'battle scars' to 'imprints'.

     So what are these 'imprints' I hear thee call? Well settle the fuck down class so I can tell you, now what I'm referring to as an 'imprint' could be anything from an old memory to a scar on you knee. Notice that I haven't specified any more, what the memory is or how the scar came to be, that's because 'imprints' aren't good or bad. What they are is something that's been left with you, embedded in you very being, call it your soul if you want (if you're into that sort of thing), in the aftermath of an event that shows you have lived.

That scar on your left knee? Face planted the playground floor from running to fast at the ripe old age of six.

That smile that creeps onto your face when you smell sandalwood? You went to a perfume shop in Egypt, best holiday ever.

Avoiding a certain street corner? Something happened there that you never what to relive.

Rubbing the inside of your wrist when things get bad? A reminder that it could, and has been worse, and you'll get through it.

     This is where we need to have a personal chat my little mushrooms, someone always, let me repeat that, always, has a reason to self harm, it might be the only thing they feel they can control, something they can escape into. But you know what someone never has the right to do? Telling someone who self harms that they're over reacting? There's a special place in hell for those fuckers. Asking someone to justify why they do what they do is dick move hashtag-fucking-number-one, You know why? Because it has nothing to do with you complete dickbag. The level trust someone would have in you to tell you something so intimate, so personal, would be the equivalent that Rose had in the Doctor, but what you can ask? What can you do to help.

     Self harm is something I've had to deal with in the past, both as a bystander and otherwise. If you have someone close to you that you know or may suspect is self harming, approach them about it, because I'll be fucking damned if they don't need someone showing they fucking care. Distract them when they need it, be the shoulder for them to cry on, and for the love of all that's hole DON'T BLAME THEM! Victim blaming is the number one reason why people get away with crimes, why society doesn't deem certain crimes as vile, disgusting and life shattering as they are.

     It feels like there's a black hole sucking everything that makes you yourself out of you yourself, leaving a shell, and the only way you can tell that you're still alive is through the pain. It sucks, trust me I know, but  you have to remember that you are not alone, you can get help. Accept that shoulder to cry on, and when YOU feel you're ready, talk to someone about it, a friend, a family member, counsellor, anyone you trust to listen, so that includes pets and animals :)

     Don't push people away, remind yourself as often as you can that someone does care, even if you can't see it. And please, I'm begging you, even if you are in you're darkest hour, never take that last step. A youtuber named Anna Akana put what ever I could say in so many better words, her video's simply named 'please don't kill yourself' and I urge you to watch it.

"Death doesn't happen to you... It happen to everyone around you"

And did I just quote Teen Wolf? Yes, yes I did.

'Battle scars' are the marks on your wrists, an 'imprint' it the way your best friend still does't trust you with a razor, even three years on.

     Told you I rambled, hopefully this will make sense to whoever reads it, unless, like you don't speak english, and if so, the fuck you doin' here?

     Just remember guys that this is all MY OPINION and from my own personal experiences, everyone is different, so peoples experiences and opinions on the matter will differ, don't be a douch if they do though.

     Oh how it pains me to leave you on such a sombre note, but alas I have run out of things to shout and ramble at you. Hopefully next week we'll have a quote that has me telling you about that fact if you're less of a tosser to the world, the world will be less of a tosser to you.

     Until next week buttmunchers, love ya ;)