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After you and Death had a bad break up, they told you they would never come back to you. Two centuries later and, true to their word, they still haven’t come for you.
You’re born with the ability to see a person’s internal pain as if it were a physical injury. Most people have at least a few scratches, while some people look like they’ve fallen off of cliffs. One day, you see someone in the worst state you’ve ever seen anyone before.
i like being complimented on my eyes and on my oral sex techniques
When Leia Isn’t Home (x)
This better not get cut out of the new movie.
I saw the clarinet and thought “please be what I hope it is”. I was not disappointed.
YODAS SUNGLASSES FALL OFF IM CRYING
how to draw arms ? ?
holy fuck
holy fuck is right… but… does it work with legs???
yes !!
but how much extend
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I NEARLY CHOKED
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finally. i can be accurate
maintaining relationships when you’re sick is really, really hard and I’m sorry to all the people I’ve let down because of it.
Suddenly mother nature decides to get rid of human kind, but not by a plague or disaster, she just stops giving. Water stops flowing to the city, trees harden like they are made of pure titanium, fruits can’t be ripped from trees or picked.
This is both amazing and profoundly irritating - the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do - you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.
from twelve we’d learned to compare to each other. i drank up her thin frame, would kill myself over it, the “dancer’s body”, all angles. i was so envious that any clothes looked good on her body; even swimming in a pillowcase she looked flawless. she was so effortlessly pretty to me, a featherlight swan while i was heavy, heavy, heavy.
in changing stalls she’d pick helplessly at her hipbones. she used to sigh and beg to borrow my curves. said boys actually notice you. hated beach days where her bikini didn’t fill out, hated the “eat a sandwich” and “are you a boy?” jokes, hated never feeling sexy, hated being un-soft.
i was baffled by it. i told her there’s nothing on this earth that girls like me fit into and actually look good in. she said she’s sick of looking like an infant. we would compare pros and cons and both think we had it out worse for it: i felt like i was designated “huge” even at a healthy body weight just by virtue of breast size, she felt like everybody thought they were her nutritionist and could offer her “eat more” advice. we had friendly arguments about it, about who was suffering more than the other. how if we woke up in each other’s bodies, we’d finally be happy.
from twelve we’d both been taught our body wasn’t our body. it belonged to the public for viewing. at ten i knew it - figured out not to wear shirts with words because “i’m just reading” was an excuse to look at my boobs, learned while i grew that a v-neck was now out of the question because it always looked inappropriate. had boys run up giggling to me and ask “are you wearing a bra?” before middle school. i was in sixth grade the first time a car followed me to my home, honking, hollering. i threw out the skirt i had been wearing.
i got drunk a while ago with her. we rehashed a friendship 13 years old. the old argument came up - which is better to survive through. flat chest or full.
it’s different in our old age. we’re both out now, full-fledged gays. “boys like you” isn’t really on the table but i do get to whine that i look too femme for most girls to see i’m into them.
it’s different in our old age. she says people still ask her if she has an eating disorder - “and thank god i don’t, because imagine what that would feel like if i did, like my ED was a punch line, like if i said ‘yes’ they’d win.” strangers on the street demand she eats a sandwich. she still never feels feminine. i tell her none of this should happen to her. she raises a thin shoulder. “it’s not as bad as all the shit that happens to you.” i tell her it’s not a race. in the end, no matter how bad either of us has it, we both lose.
we talk about how us and our bodies feel divorced. about the unfairness that exists for young girls. how we took apart our pieces and examined them under a microscope. how girls are taught to observe themselves even when alone, how we constantly kept ourselves organized - body versus soul. we talk about hecklers and abusers and fear of the dark. about thighgap fixations and fear of the subway and always being on guard. about life as a person and life as an object.
at twenty-five we compare stories.
“holy shit,” she says, “do all girls have it hard.”
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Elmo’s voice saying “I’ll fuck u up” is the best and worst thing ever
YO I SWEAR THIS SHIT IS TOO FUNNY😭🤣
THE GREATEST JOKE ADVENTURE TIME HAS EVER WRITTEN
People like to make fun of animators but jokes on them…
WHY’D YALL LEAVE OUT THE BEST ONE?
Can’t forget this gem.
This post is wonderful
04/07/2018. This one is for my survivors. This one is for the souls who left their bodies in coffins before they were ready to be put to rest. This one is for people who have bruises in the shape of fingers that are as tender as their own hearts. This one is for those who have suffered in the silence of their laughs. This one is for the people who constructed skyscrapers using the walls they put up around themselves. This one is for the strong, for the fighters, for those struggling to find hope, to those taking the next step. This one is for you.
When you write the rules in violence, don’t be surprised when the gentle respond in kind.
What the fuck is this even supposed to mean
thank you for asking. it is a direct response to the right-wing movement’s “keep the peace” rhetoric that suffices every page of “minion memes are funny” facebook. it is a direct response to the incredibly, incredibly ignorant demand that those who are being oppressed simply deal with it.
black people are being shot for being black by a militant police. millions of dollars pour into arming individuals who report domestic violence rates of two to four times larger than the general population. when black children are arrested for attending pool parties, the police officers are given the benefit of the doubt because “blue lives matter.” black children are not given any benefit. they are told to sit down and shut up and be un-violent, with the promise that if they are a peaceful people, they’ll be slaughtered someplace less public. when a man kneels, this is seen as offensive and degenerate. but police officers committing felonies is “just how it is.”
school children are being killed because individuals love a tool more than they love the incoming generation. despite the fact we know, as an open fact, that the NRA buys politicians, we are told to sit on our hands and just buy a gun if we don’t feel safe around them. the american schooling system is entirely built to be classist and currently forces college grads who didn’t die into a system of debt that ensures little to no upwards mobility for many students, ensuring the creation of a lower class that is indebted to the higher class. students are assured that Miss betsy deVil has their best interests at heart while she absolutely annihilates every chance they’ve got.
women speaking out about sexual assault get silenced so much that it takes forty women saying “yes, he does this, it happened to me” before someone is actually charged with assault. we literally live in a world where “incel” is a real thing women have to watch out for; a community set around the idea that men are owed a woman as a reward. these men and other men kill women for rejecting them. women are assured if they stop dressing like sluts and started giving these good honest men a chance, we would be hurt so much more delicately, without the man feeling nearly so close to guilty.
two years ago was the pulse shooting, where a latinx gay community was targeted, yet nobody talked about it on tv. instead every news caster pretended to be reeling: “what could he have wanted possibly.” this world, this america, this land-of-the-free, has gay/trans “panic defense” as a legal precedent in which i can be murdered if a straight person perceives an “unwanted homosexual advance”. i will not be around to defend myself, because i will be dead. i am assured that if i want to be upset about these things, i can just take my cake to another bakery. that it’s someone’s right to discriminate against me, because apparently freedom of speech covers bigotry.
a pedophile and white nationalist is not in prison but instead running for congress, even despite his online admittances about his desire for sexual violence (tw: don’t read his posts unless you want to vomit). i’m assured no one will vote for him, but just look at who our president is. they told me “no one will vote for him” too.
we have been told backwards and forwards and upside down that everything we do is violent. that our peaceful protests are riots. that our legal demands are taking away from real problems. that we are not being good, that the violence enacted upon us isn’t really violence, it’s just The Way It Is. They quote MLK to us while they step on our necks. the anger we have is always too much, too loud, too valid. it Upsets The Peace.
i’m saying: you made the game. you set it up and played. you made sure we were always, always, always losing.
you don’t get to be surprised when we return what you gave us. you don’t get to cry “hate begets hate” instead of stopping the original bigotry in the first place. you don’t get to say it’s not fair! when you’re the ones who made it unfair to begin with. you don’t get to turn the other cheek to nazis but call anti-nazis a disgrace while whining and keening you’re not actually a racist. you don’t get to ban abortion for the “sake of the children” and then turn your nose because people are protesting children in cages. you don’t get to wring your hands now that people are punching nazis rather than sitting them down and letting them have a say. i’m saying you made the fucking rules!!
we just figured out how to play.
“I just want to take care of animals. Go to sleep knowing they trust me and I made a difference to spirits that can’t fully take care of themselves. I want us to be family like the good earth intended. I want a garden that grows enough food, I barely go to the grocery store when spring comes around. I want to pluck raspberries to snack on in the afternoon and hang my clothes out in the sun to dry. I want to be so far deep into nature, into making my surroundings good again. For a long time, I spent too much time in the dark. From here on out, there is only light.”
— Schuyler Peck, From Here On Out (via schuylerpeck)
#same
Feinstein: You’re a big, powerful man. Why didn’t you [gestures pushing motion]?
Crews: Senator, as a black man in America [sigh]…
Feinstein: Say it as it is. I think it’s important.
Crews: …you only have a few shots at success. You only have a few chances to make yourself a viable member of the community. I’m from Flint, Michigan. I have seen many many young black men who were provoked into violence, and they were imprisoned, or they were killed, and they’re not here. My wife for years prepared me. She said, “If you ever get goaded, if you ever get prodded, if you ever have anyone try to push you into any kind of situation, don’t do it. Don’t be violent.” And she trained me. I’ll be honest with you it was the strength of my wife who trained me and told me, “If this situation happens, let’s leave.” And the training worked because I did not go into my first reaction, I grabbed her hand, we left, but the next day I went right to the agency. I have texts, I have phone conversations, and I said, “This is unacceptable!” And I told them how -you know- I almost got violent, but I didn’t. And I said, “What are you going to do about this predator that you have roaming your hallways?” And -you know- I was told, “We are going to do everything in our power. We are going to handle this Terry. You’re right. It is unacceptable.” And then they disappeared. Nothing happened.
Look at the faces of the black men behind him it says it all.
This is real fucking infuriating. This shit isn’t funny. Fuck them and anyone who makes fun of Terry Crews speaking out and taking a stand.
for those who don’t know the context, this is Terry Crews testifying about being sexually assaulted by Adam Venit during a Senate hearing about a proposed bill called the Sexual Assault Survivors Bill of Rights. While I don’t like that Senator Feinstein said what she said, I think it opened the door for a great statement from Terry about WHY he didn’t fight back - since so many people respond to male victims with “oh well you’re bigger than your rapist, why didn’t you push him or her off of you? why didn’t you punch him or her? did you want it or something?” And they don’t listen. Maybe finally people will listen.
This shows that anyone can be a victim of sexual assault, even a tall, strong, hulking guy like Terry Crews. And I hope him coming forward with his accusations convinces other victims to realize that it being a victim isn’t something to be ashamed of and to take down their attackers, and push the justice system to FINALLY take male rape and assault seriously.
I think she asked him the question precisely for that
I just looked at her Twitter and she stated (well, implied haha) that yes you’re right, that was indeed why she phrased her question the way she did.