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thereâs that post going around about sansâ âon days like these, kids like you⌠should be b u r n i n g i n h e l lâ line being completely badass and i agree but for me nothing is gonna beat burgerpants smoking a blunt and looking at the kid whoâs murdered most of the underground and just going âi canât go to hell. iâm all out of vacation days.â
why do people legitimately think jenniferâs body was a feminist masterpiece
megan fox actually had a mental breakdown after jenniferâs body because she was so hypersexualized in that movie and in the marketing for it, going as far as saying she didnât want to leave the house because she couldnât stand the idea of people even looking at her
hi people think that itâs a feminist masterpiece because art is subjective but im here to link to the full interview where she talks with Diablo Cody (the filmâs writer) about the film, including how she thinks it was an excellent film (âitâs my favorite thing Iâve ever doneâ) that sheâs very proud of (âI donât think anyone could have played the role as well as I did at that timeâ), how she was hurt by the paparazzi and specifically how what hurt about the movie was not the film (âit was the perfect projectâ), but the male-centered marketing of the woman-written, woman-directed, women-starring film about an oversexualized woman using said oversexualization to get revenge on her male tormentors. Please donât blame womenâs art about womanhood for how it was seen by men.
https://youtu.be/u2JLRtWlq0o
From the Sydney Climate Strike
Iâm what the kids call âan atrocity to godâ.
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draw this in your style challenge.
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i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because theyâre the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought âiâll check if theyâre also crooked in my other mouthâ and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself âMmm Iâm so tired⌠how much longer in this one again?â and I knew instinctively what I meant by âthis oneâ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice âthe Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyesâ and I donât know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said âI died onceâ and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because âI got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the endâ (my exact words) and I met god and she (sheâs a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself âi havenât checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(â and i didnât think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a âwhat the fuckâ moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that âthis time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properlyâ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives Iâd known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like Iâd woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and theyâre talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like âthat looks like it aughta hurtâ. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply âonly at firstâ. And heâs like âwhat do you meanâ and tiny me just shrugged and said âwell thereâs a place beyond the hurt where everything just stopsâ and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt Iâd been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that âmy next breath would come as a rebirthâ. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said âI have a friend in thereâ. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didnât realise what Iâd said. She still tells me Iâm the reason she canât walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey donât do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered âha, not this timeâ and didnât really think about it until later when I realised Iâd nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I canât really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, âAnd how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?â And I replied, almost verbatim âI weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.â He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said âtill next time thenâ and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.Â
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We donât need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldnât reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.Â
Lily of the valley
daily reminder that the boy youâre in love with at 16 probably wonât matter when youâre 25.
daily reminder that the math test you failed your freshman year of high school probably wonât matter when youâre graduating college.
daily reminder that the problems youâre facing today may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a year.
daily reminder that youâre going to be okay.
everything is going to be okay.
bro I canât believe this is still making rounds
Stop ironically stanning Dolly Parton and start acknowledging her for the genius that she is
her nonprofit the imagination library sends out monthly books, completely free of charge, to any child that wants it. anyone who knows anything about reading education will tell you that simply putting books into childrenâs homes is the best way to promote literacy. they even have braille and audio options!
we love dolly
As a Childrenâs Librarian I can testify that kids who grow up w/ books, see people reading, and have access to books grow up to be readers. Â
Dolly Parton also is a musical and songwriting genius. She's written over 3,000 songs and plays seven instruments.
She's supported charities benefiting Appalachia and shut down racism and misogyny for decades. She's incredibly brave.
Everyone needs to put some respect on her name.
A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes youâve made, opportunities youâve missed, people youâve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that itâs all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, youâll never be this young again.
i think itâs so wholesome that whenever me or my friends have issues w our plants đą .. i always send my mom a pic and she gives us a diagnosis and what to do
had another plant problem so i asked my mom..
Plant not gay
Gays are happy
Why does she talk like some sort of hermit shaman who lives in a mossy cave
moms just talk like that in texts sometimes