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@anonlikesporn
This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead. I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.
I’ve used this before and the person I was chatting with was very kind and helpful. I really could have hurt myself seriously if I hadn’t seen a tumblr post about the site… Phone calls and I don’t do so well together
Fact: Bisexuality describes potential for attraction, not experience. You don’t need experience to label yourself bisexual, and you are not straight until proven otherwise.
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
I didn’t get suspended that day.
*slow clap for excellent parenting*
This is the parent I want to be omg
Once when my daughter was around 5 years old we lived in a townhouse area (bunch of houses all attached to each other in a little U shape) there were a lot of children who played around there so ny daughter had a lot of friends.
A new family moved in a few houses down from us. There was a lot of yelling and partying going on at that house. They had a little son about the same age as my daughter. Shortly after they moved in my daughter came home crying, telling me that the new boy pulled her hair and hit her really hard because she didn’t want to play a certain game with him.
Now I got mad. I always told my daughter she should never hit people because is was not nice and if you don’t like being hit then you shouldn’t hit others. So i went over to this boy’s house and talked to his mother about his behavior. She said she’d deal with it. A few months go by and I keep hearing stories about this boy attacking and hurting, not only my daughter but other little girls in the area.
Finally i had had enough. I took my daughter and her little friends with me over to the boy’s house, knocked on her door and when she and her son came to the door i told her
“I have asked you several times to talk to your son about how it is not right to hit little girls, or anyone for that matter and so far it seems that you have ignored me. So I’m here to let you know that, as of today, I give my daughter and all these little girls my permission to hit back. That means if your son touches one of these girls again they have every right to hit him back and twice as hard.”
She laughed at me and said “you can’t do that”
So I turned around and looked at all the little girls and said “if he ever hits you again, you hit him back, and make sure it hurts. If you get in trouble with your mom’s, tell them to come talk to me because you have very right to stand up for yourselves.” I then turned around to the boy’s mother and said “now if you don’t want your son getting hurt i would suggest telling him not to hit little girls”
After that i heard about a few instances where he would hit someone again but he always got hit back. Eventually he figured out that those little girls were going to fight back and protect themselves. I never heard from other parents about me giving their children permission to hit back.
But it was something my daughter had to learn. Don’t ever hit other people unless you are defending yourself. In that case you have every right to defend yourself and I will never get mad at her for that.
This is what my mother always said to me. “Don’t ever start the fight, but be sure as hell to finish it”
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.
“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”
i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.
another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”
protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.
I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me.
“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.”
I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important.
GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.
#steve is the only one who looks down in either team’s vid #……….this boy is Gonna Die (via @starsnshields)
LOOK AT THE FUCKING TEAR.. THERE IS A FUCKING TEAR.
Happy 41st Birthday Misha!
Yes her face is hilarious, but anyone else notice the flames are in the shape of a UNICORN?
I reblog this every time and I still find it funny
Castiel’s true form
You don't realize just how depressed you are until you don't even want to do the only thing that has ever caused you joy...
Help a Supernatural Fan!
My fiance’s flatmate found these photos on her train. There’s an awesome SPN fan out there who went to Asylum14 and got some gorgeous photo ops and now she’s lost them!!
Help me find this person and get their photos back to them!!
Please spread the word
(to the owner of these photos, I am so sorry if you didn’t want them spread around, I just want to get them safely back in your hands!)
Happy Birthday, Sam Winchester! (May 2nd 1983)
OLD MAN ACKLES (x)
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Just spent 2 hours looking at gifs…whoops
DEAN LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING KEN DOLL I LOVE IT.
I’ll be studying these for hours. Because science.
CELESTIAL WRATH.
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It’s down to the spy and the doctor. After weeks of intense voting and lobbying—we see your tweet…
This is freakin’ ridiculous! They put Hart of Dixie back into the running despite it being pulverized by Agent Carter TWO times. Please vote multiple times for Agent Carter; Hart of Dixie is winning again!
Please vote, guys! While Agent Carter is ahead the show has dropped in the percentage quite a bit! So please vote, vote, vote!
My dad started a gofund me campaign to help raise money for my dogs (Joey) surgery and I thought I would post it on tumblr to hopefully get some help from even one person. It would mean the absolute world to me if you could help out <3
“This is our family dog Joey. We adopted him from O.S.P.C.A back in 2007. He’s a gentle soul and loves to lay in the sun or lean up against you for some extra affection. He has a lump in the area of his abdomen that is only getting bigger as time goes by. It started off smaller than a softball but now is approaching the size of a small watermelon. He doesn’t seem to complain about the lump but when he walks or tries to lay down you can see that it affects his movements. I also hear his breathing is a bit laboured so it’s definitely affecting his insides much more than he shows. We’d love to be able to get him surgery without a fundraiser but the minimum of the anticipated range is about $1500. We all know how those estimates go and that estimate did not include blood work or any of his post op medications. We appreciate you taking the time to learn more about this big boy. We hope to get him in over the next few weeks to relieve him of this large growth.”
Racism...
So today I experienced racism first hand for the first time in my 22 years of life. I'm so disgusted and hurt. And I am so saddened that people still think this way and that other people go through this daily or have known racism all their life.. So I look whiter than Casper, I have blonde hair, and green eyes, I look pretty white. However I'm only half white.. The other half is Arabic. My dad was born and raised in Lebanon by two amazing Arabic parents. He came to Canada for school and that is where he met my very white mother. And 6 years later, I was born. So for my story, This guy was flirting with me while I was waiting for the bus stop. And he said I had gorgeous eyes and that they were intriguing, and then asked me my ethnicity. HE ASKED ME. HE WANTED TO KNOW. So I told him. The moment I said the word Arabic his whole demeanour changed. It was like a switch flipped and he starting yelling at me saying I was a filthy terrorist and I needed to go back to my disgusting country because I was only here to blow up the bus with the bomb I supposedly had in my backpack. I don't even know how to deal with that.. I can't even imagine how other people have to deal with that... I have no words. I'm sorry..
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