The director of cybersecurity from the Electronic Freedom Foundation is offering to help women who have been threatened with compromise of their devices.
I better see EVERYBODY reblogging this
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The director of cybersecurity from the Electronic Freedom Foundation is offering to help women who have been threatened with compromise of their devices.
I better see EVERYBODY reblogging this
As someone who is generally pretty quiet, and has been constantly interrupted and talked over my whole life, I just feel the need to express my genuine love for people who actually listen. People who give me time to talk and prompt me to continue if someone interrupts me. I love you. Please keep that up.
The worst part about having mental health issues is that you’re seemingly required to have a breakdown in order for people to understand how hard you were trying to hold yourself together.
I have never seen it explained so well.
I listened to him talk about you like a piece of artwork. He said you wear a different color lipstick every day and he thought that nothing with you could possibly be boring, not even the boring things. He said he hates labels but if he had to give you one it’d be ‘rare.’ He talked about you like every girl everywhere wants to be talked about and you have no idea and you wouldn’t even care. But that’s because every guy everywhere talks about you like that, isn’t it? Except for the one you want.
It’s so weird how sometimes when I read a poem it just feels like a bunch of words and sometimes when I read a poem it feels like someone ripping my heart out of my body and throwing it at my face at 90 mph
Welcome to Australia...
Where an already endangered species is on the brink of functional extinction...
Oh, and 500 million animals unique to this country have already lost their lives, upon homes that have been destoryed and lives lost of people as well...
I mean... we're only living in a literal inferno...
415 fires. Fuck are we dying...
Oh yeah and people are just fleeing to the damn ocean, you know?
Do you want to know what Hell on Earth looks like..?
Because there it is in all it's unfiltered, firey rage...
There it is... my home from space...
This is only the beginning. Our country has not only entered a new decade, it seems a new dawning era as well, because this flaming apocalypse doesn't show any sign of stopping any time soon.
And you know what saddens me? I've never seen Australian tragedies trending here on this website. I mean it's been going on for months and only now does it seem to really be getting recognized, even if it is only at #9.
And I'm going to be honest with you here - the internet, and media in general is so American centric, this website being no exception. You'd think that an entire continent being on fire for several months with devastating consequences would have more recognition, but no, it really doesn't. The most notes I've ever seen on a post about the Australian fires is at least a few thousand, and that's about it.
So just... please. If you can, with this post or any other post in regards to the fires going on down here, reblog. Because the only thing that should be spreading like wildfire, is a post about a burning country...
“You are younger than the boys I used to like. You are different. But I like how unguarded you are. Every time I talk to you, It’s like a breath of fresh air. I have a confession. I have this habit of distracting myself with boys who have charming eyes and sly smiles. I laugh and smile, and let them fall in love a little bit. I get high off of the attention. And I let them think I’m falling a little in love as well. I don’t let them anywhere close enough to hurt me, I let them think I am unflawed. They give parts of themselves to me, and I gladly accept. I take it, and I fill in the empty parts of me. I bandage all the sharp parts of myself, I mend the brokenness that has filled me from years of giving myself to people. And then I leave, and I leave traces of myself in everything they see, hear, smell. I let them miss me, and I don’t miss them. I don’t want to do that to you. I don’t want to get bored. I don’t want to move on. I don’t want to be a heart breaker. I don’t want to see you get broken by me. I will try my best to stay. I will try for you.”
— n.c // I want you to stay innocent
im sorry to everyone who’s crying alone in their room right now
“Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess.”
— George Saunders, Tenth of December
Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
“I am tired of being told I am loved and cared about but never made to feel that way.”
— your actions and words never match
“10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20”
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At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.
At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.
At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.
At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.
At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.
At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.
At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.
At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.
At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.
You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.
written by bleakfantasies, writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself
(via wnq-writers)
what’s the cheat code for stable mental health
“You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.”
— Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro (via wordsnquotes)
not to be over dramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of hand written letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we’ve made as a modern society