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We’ve been getting many requests for the scans to be uploaded, and we can understand how excited you are for them to be posted. Unfortunately the March 2016 issue of the magazine has not been released thus far, and there’s been no word as to when it’ll go on stands. (At this point we believe it’ll be in the next week, but please don’t quote us on this.)

Will be starting over from here. Any RP’s from before this post will be/should be ignored.

Juuuust to inform you guys (mostly those who have been around here for a whiiiiiiiiiiiiile) that the backstory between AJ & Wade won’t exist from now on, since his new mun & I think it’s better to start off with a clean slate. (:

just a reminder to pray or keep in mind those who

are patients in hospitals, whether for their physical or mental health (also for those taking genuine care of them)

have been abandoned by their families

have nowhere to live

are in prison unjustly

lost their lives innocently in 2014 

when i was in year 9 (8th grade) we were reading robert frost's the road not taken and the teacher asked us what we thought the poem was about, she asked us to really 'read between the lines' (as you do with poetry) and i gave my explanation, saying it was about this man having to make a really important choice, possibly having to choose between two lovers.

that's when my teacher told me to see her after class. nobody knew what was going on. i was confused as heck omg.

i had to follow her to the staff room after class and she insulted the fuck out of me. she called me stupid so many times in like, less than 5 mins. there was another teacher in the room and she was so shocked she just looked at me speechless. 

i went back to class in tears. i went home in tears. the next day, i went to school feeling miserable.

(my mum being my mum went apeshit cray) (also, my mum and that woman  were collegues at the time, so a teachers' meeting was held) (and mum being a teacher went apeshit cray)

i am nearing the end of my frist year at university now and i still find it hard to express my views on certain poems openly. i prefer writing it all down instead of saying it out loud, afraid of going through a similar experience. especially now that i'm older and that i have i higher sense of pride.

yesterday i read the poem for the first time in years and i can still see her fucking face yelling at me for no fucking reason.