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missedmyhearts-deactivated20210

I did my best, it wasn’t much I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I’ll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah (x)

Remember when things were all fictional lesbians and not near world destruction via Donald Trump?

kim-jisoo

visualpantheon-deactivated20170

cardassiangoodreads

This never stops being relevant and good

wilwheaton

Have you seen Michael Moore's post about how Trump is going to win, and if so, your thoughts?

It’s a useful call to arms that everyone who is #BernieOrBust needs to hear and think about.

I’ve made it really clear that Bernie Sanders is who I wanted for my president, and I did what I could to make that happen … but he didn’t get the nomination, and now my realistic choice is between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.

I think Michael Moore is right about Hillary not exciting young people the way President Obama did and does. It’s now our job to help everyone who is upset and disappointed and thinking about staying home to realize that we’re going to need every single vote we can get to defeat and utterly demolish and humiliate Donald Trump and everything he stands for.

I don’t like that Clinton is a warmonger. I don’t like that she’s too close to Wall Street. I don’t like that she and her campaign were condescending and dismissive of Millennials during the primaries.

But none of that changes the reality we are facing: it’s Clinton or Trump. I understand that younger voters don’t remember the 2000 election when SCOTUS installed Bush, and I understand that younger voters who were in elementary school during his disastrous presidency were effectively insulated from it because they were kids. I was *exactly* that kid in 2000 when I voted for Nader, because Bush was an asshole and Gore was a terrible candidate.

But if I could get my vote back now, I’d build the time machine with my own hands. Think of the millions of people who have died because of Bush. Think of the destruction of our climate that is now a total crisis, because Bush and his administration did nothing to address it. Think of how much horrible debt college students have, because Bush put people who just wanted to take their money away from them into positions of power. Think about the militarization of our police, which began under Bush.

President Obama did everything he could to roll back the damage Bush and Cheney did to our country and the world, and we aren’t even halfway to where we need to be. I don’t know how much President Clinton will work to continue rolling it back, but even if she keeps it in the same place, that’s better for our country and the world than what will happen under a President Trump.

If you, like me, wanted Bernie Sanders to be our president, if you, like me, believe in his revolution, if you, like me, believe that we have to make America work for the 99%, then your choice in this election is Hillary Clinton.

She’s not perfect. She’s not my first choice, or even in my top five choices. But she is the choice I have if I want to protect my country and my children from Donald Trump.

So that’s why, even though I still Feel the Bern, I’m With Her.

meggh11

The mandated minimum salary for a National Women’s Soccer League player remains $6,842 a year, well below the Federal poverty line of $11,770. By contrast, the men’s MLS minimum is $60,000. And while the current champion USWNT took home $1.8 million for winning the World Cup, which they shared among 23 players and their support staff, the men’s team (which lost and is ranked 32nd by FIFA) took home $9 million. In aggregate, women’s soccer players earn an astonishing 98.6 percent less than their male counterparts.

U.S. Women’s Soccer Claims Another Title: espnW IMPACT25 Women Of The Year (via meghaas)

userobiwan

okay but elle woods though

had a 4.0 as an undergrad

got a 179 on her LSATs when a 180 is a perfect score

got into HARVARD LAW SCHOOL which is one of the most prestigious law schools in the country

after she’s humiliated by several professors and peers alike instead of quitting elle makes up her mind that she is going to kick law school’s ass

refused to reveal a secret told to her in confidence even though it would have advanced her career

is an amazing friend who not only helps her friend get her dog back from her deadbeat ex, but she also helps her friend meet a new man

instead of competing with her ex’s new girl friend the two of them eventually become best friends and ditch the jerk together

even after following her ex to harvard in an attempt to win him back, elle realizes that he’s a jerk and she’s so much better than him

turns down said jerk when he comes crawling back

wins her first trial using not only ingenious deductive reasoning and her knowledge of fashion and proves that she is not a helpless “dumb blonde”

elle woods though

micdotcom

Watch: We need more speeches like this — for equality’s sake. Are you listening, FIFA?

#uswnt #love you barry

sizvideos

Racism is real

Video

bando--grand-scamyon

But it’s NEVER about race tho.

kayisfor-khristian

Too true though

onlyblackgirl

Not like we been telling y'all this for….idk…centuries.

keishabryce-deactivated20180710

“Why do you keep talking about it? It’s so long ago it’s over”

ohmycheese

you’re saying maybe someday? (insp.)

#root x shaw

egberts

im really pissed that palindrome isnt palindrome backwards

viridiscrow

Ah, yes but emordnilap is a word!

An emornilap is any word that, when spelled backwards, produces another word. Examples of emordnilap pairs include:

desserts & stressed

drawer & reward

gateman & nametag

time & emit

laced & decal

regal & lager

And therefore “emordnilap palindrome” is an emordnilap palindrome.

Which I, for one, think is really frickin’ cool.

#cool

nwslfever

NWSL welcomes it’s 10th club, Orlando Pride, starting NWSL play in 2016!

#yes!

micdotcom

Watch: Laci Green hit the nail so hard on the head it disappeared into the shaming, sexist board.

mermatriarch-deactivated2018092

i have vivid memories from when i was younger, between the ages of like 9 and 14, consciously trying to make myself have crushes on random mediocre boys i knew just because i knew girls were ‘supposed’ to have crushes on boys. it reached the extent where i always felt awkward around boys because i felt like i should be attracted to them and consequently tried to force myself to be

but thinking about my childhood/early teen years in retrospect i can think of numerous girls who i had crushes on, except i didn’t recognise it at the time because i hadn’t even realised crushes on other girls were a thing i could have. and these weren’t subtle crushes, i just completely failed to recognise them and instead grew up feeling weird and alienated by love/romance because nobody ever gave me any indication that liking girls was fine and okay

protect young women-loving-women from compulsory heterosexuality 2k15

celestialpunkk

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I WAS

maureenrobinsons

#amy your heart eyes are showing #amy acker #sarah shahi

cartnsncreal

A real struggle in #usa

k-o-5-blog

I’m upset about the 2015 WWC winning team coming to an end. But maybe for not the obvious reasons:

I think as

1. A woman in this day in age.

2. Someone who is battling a life/death situation

3. A person on the cusp of the transition from being a kid to adulthood

it’s so important to see a team full of young and older, well, women who have not only faced major adversity in their lives (kriegy, cheney, presi, +) but also face adversity by the simple fact that they are women, win something like the World Cup. Because this is something they’ve dreamt of as young kids—not just being professional athletes, but embodying greatness. They have been so successful at the international level, I mean they just won a freaking World Cup, and hell yeah I give credit to the chemistry of the team, the system that they play, the way they practiced for it. But it’s the hours upon hours they put in when they were young and just figuring out what they wanted to do, it’s how they’ve spent every waking (and non-waking) moment preparing and working toward being the type of players that they are now, it’s how every single aspect of their life has always focused towards this one goal. Their attitude, their physical skill, their emphasis on health—I’m sorry but if you want to be a professional athlete, getting drunk off your ass every night and eating crap food all the time (even in college) doesn’t cut it. So they didn’t. They’ve sacrificed so much throughout their youth, young adult lives, and now adult lives in order for something like this to happen—winning the World Cup.

I used to value celebrities so much, musicians and entertainers––who admittedly have worked their asses off to some extent, but are often corrupted by the glamour of it all. There’s just something about athletes that sticks out to me and inspires me so much.

Take someone like Kelley O'Hara for example, a girl lucky enough to have played internationally at a young age, someone who went to one of the top schools in the country, and while that granted her plenty of amazing experiences she’s also missed out on so much family time, on being a kid, and I’m sure plenty more in order to be a player of as great caliber as she is. Not to mention the fact that she’s bounced back from serious injury, benchwarmed for a good chunk of her national team career, and changed complete positions from one she’s practiced for her entire life on a whim for this team. For this life of greatness.

Take someone like Arod, who’s wanted to win a World Cup but also wanted have a family—something everyone takes for granted because male professional athletes do it all the time, and let me tell you as a female athlete its the hardest fucking thing. And she did it. And worked her ass off to get back in shape and win a goddamn World Cup too. And a few NWSL championships too while we’re at it lol.

Take Boxxy, who’s done that and fought an autoimmune disease for such a long time. One that makes you feel like shit and screws with your mind. And yet she’s achieved more than most people can even begin to hope to.

Take Syd the Kid, who took a risk before she became great, representing a country she wasn’t born in. Who gets shit every day for that risk, yet has shown them up time and time again. Who continuously wears it with pride instead of regret and even then still gotten shit, but let me ask again, which team are world champions?

Or our precious JJ, who started every game of the World Cup next to the best centreback in the world, and together formed the most beautiful brick wall our country could create. Someone who even screwed up in the most important game at a moment that could’ve messed up the whole thing, yet she held her head high and shut it down until there was nothing left to shut down.

Take Meghan Klingenberg, the left back who at a towering 5 foot 2 could make any opponent cringe in fear, and who somehow has made more beautiful assists than I ever will in my life, who saved the game against Sweden and who proves time and time again that she belongs on this team and she deserves to be a world champion.

Maybe it’s team mom Christie Rampone, who’s already had a taste of what it means to be a world champion that is the key to our success. A captain, a mother, a winner, who at 40 years old should scientifically not be the fastest person on the team. And yet she is. And she will continue to be during the next World Cup because she knows the true meaning of hard work and leading by example.

Or Ashlyn Harris, who’s shadowed every damn day of the week by the greatest goalkeeper in the world, yet shows up and contributes to every practice, every training, because she understands what a team is more than anyone else.

Maybe for you it’s Megan Rapinoe, who lets us all know there can be no such thing as a weak foot, and can hit a corner kick better than some of the best. Whose personality shines through and through, and who can be herself loud and proud more than everyone and their mother can.

Take Lauren Holiday, who knew it was her last goddamn shot because she could admit her priorities changed, take it for what it was and absolutely kill it out there, playing (in my opinion) one of the most important roles on the field.

Take little Morgan Brian, 22 and two-time Hermann trophy winner (slay), step up and shut down opponents who have played years and even decades longer than her. Some say she’s the future captain, we don’t know. But for some reason I, and a lot of other people connect with this girl because she’s young and yet so calm and collected like she knows she belongs and deserves this greatness. She’s truly the epitome of the phrase ‘act like a champion, be a champion.’

Maybe Heather O’Reilly, the most capped midfielder on the team and yet the midfielder who lately has seen nothing but the bench (#FreeHAOForever) but who even after years upon years on this team will stop at nothing to prove her worth. Whose crosses are just about the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen and who is low-key the reason behind every big goal the U.S. has made #alexmorgan122ndminute . The one who proves this to be absolutely true: The hardest workers are the ones who don’t get the credit.

Or maybe Hope Solo, who’s been through hell and back, and yet bounced back from just about everything and stopped at nothing on the way to being the best. Someone who was wronged by her own team, her own coach, and who has been probably the most ridiculed, controversial female soccer player to ever exist, who was given just about every reason in the fucking world to quit, and yet she never once did. And she’s still the best. In the world.

Or maybe Lori Chalupny, who came back from injury to a nice warm spot on the bench, yet took it with nothing but pride and did everything she could to support her team for the sake of their common goal.

Take Christen Press, a Stanford star who’s already made her mark on the world at a young age, who even with all her success could hardly play a game without crying, take a risk and go play in Sweden because the bulk of the hard work is where no one is watching. Someone who has won a Hermann trophy for her skill as a forward, yet she’s hardly been given a chance when up against the likes of stars as Alex Morgan and Abby Wambach, yet she still walks onto that pitch and scores a fucking World Cup goal. It’s kind of funny, the word “goal,” because it’s a double entendre that even the king of d.e.’s Jay-Z could never explain as well Christen Press could show you.

Or Alyssa Naeher, who probably knows her role better than anyone on this team, a measly 3 caps to her name and still proves that you don’t have to play to be a world champion, because making yourself and your teammates better everyday in training and at practice is being a world champion in itself.

Maybe for you it’s Tobin Heath, whose love for soccer is second only to her love for God. Someone whose talent on the ball rivals the soccer greats, both male and female, and who can’t seem to get all that excited on camera or with strangers, but unleashes it ALL on that soccer field. Someone whose passion for the sport runs deep through those tan legs and into that grass, fueling every player around her. Maybe she’s the one that makes all the little girls believe they can be great.

Take Whitney Engen, who wears the number on her back loud and proud though she rarely sees that position in a game. Someone who takes the role of our fourth center back, yet she pulls up and shows up, because she knows her contribution to this team is more important than lack of game time.

Take someone like Ali Krieger, who fucking almost died, shit on a potentially career-ending injury like Nicki did to Miley and work her ass off to make her dreams come true. Someone who saw the world’s other measure of greatness—the Olympics—get stolen right out of her arms, and yet never once let that stop her from being a world champion.

Take Abby Wambach, the greatest goal scorer of all time, a woman, and a lesbian one at that, show the world what a leader is. That despite her career nearing an end and a regular spot on the bench, is the loudest one on the team, screaming and cheering and leading her girls to greatness, because she embodies what a captain is and she knows that all you need to do is believe. And we. just. got. to. believe.

Or Becky Sauerbrunn, the quiet one, who despite her lack of credit, holds the title to best centreback in the world. Who is the smartest person on the team, who has saved Hope Solo’s ass more times than anyone realizes because she has the gift of time and seeing double the amount of seconds in a minute allowing her to give her every movement a purpose, an intention that always seems to be half a step of everyone around her.

Take Alex Morgan, who has quickly become the face of women’s soccer at the ripe age of 26 and who’s been objectified by just about every person on the planet because she can’t help her external beauty, yet who knows more than anyone that her drive to compete within is more beautiful than any man could tell her she is. Who’s net worth of 2 million dollars would be quadrupled if she were male, who’s probably grown the game of women’s soccer permanently and more than anyone before her. (Although s/o to Mia Hamm).

Take Carli Lloyd, someone who never quite fit in just because she sacrificed literally everything for a lone goal. Someone who made it all business, someone who played barefoot on crap fields against the boys and never quite got the credit she deserved, someone who was ridiculed for how serious she took the game, and who kicked everyone out of the water, achieving some things that athletes have never achieved before, let alone a woman from New Jersey who just wanted to play soccer.

…

23 women who play for squat shit, because even in supposedly “the greatest country in the world” who is supposed to value freedom, and opportunity and equality, being a woman means that doesn’t matter. So even if you’re great, you don’t get treated like it. But they treat themselves like it, and that is what matters.

And I think that’s why I’m so inspired and connected to this squad. Because this is a prime example of a group of women who have had one goal and sacrificed so much for it, who have spent every moment of their lives for it, who dedicate the thoughts they have at night even, in order to achieve it, and best of all, have succeeded.

Because maybe in my little world, my battle against Stage IV cancer that is taking my youth from me, my battle as the product of an interracial marriage in such a corrupt society, my battle as a woman in a man’s world, my battle as a free thinker in an enslaved universe, my battle as a human being in a place where seemingly all anyone wants to do is see you fail, maybe that’s exactly what I want to do. To set my mind and my everything on one goal, and to succeed.

And the first step is to see someone else achieve it and be inspired.

We look down at these stars and one of those belongs to us. And it will always belong to us.

So thank you 2015 USWNT Women’s World Cup squad. Because I am inspired. And I will be great.

(if anything I just needed this post as a reminder for myself)