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[liberaljane]

Art by Liberal Jane

[liberaljane]

Your body may change but your worth does not.

Art by Liberal Jane

[lighthouse-in-the-nights-deacti]

'TIS ME AGAIN WITH THE POLISH NEWS

GUYS. SHIT IS NOT EVEN HITTING THE FAN. SHIT IS EXPLODING LIKE A FUCKING ETNA MEETING THIS ICELANDIC VOLCANO FROM A FEW YEARS BACK.

As you might know per my last post (icymi - https://bluebirds-forevers.tumblr.com/post/632951440433922048/its-another-day-of-polish-nightmare-and-we-could), Poland is currently a giant shitshow led by a madman stealing human rights left and right, because reasons (political deal with Polish catholic church? some kind of sick personal revenge? just being evil? who the fuck knows at this point). Said madman and his ruling party just pretty much started calling for a civil war between their supporters and the protesters, asking to attack the protests and 'protect the churches, by any means necessary' (yup, you read that right. Protect the buildings by hurting other people).

Now, we go on protesting, we're far from caving. More than that, the movement is getting stronger by the day, with more and more allies joining us, sometimes from the really unlikely places. Still tho, we really, really, REALLY need help. All the help we can get.

I'm a practical woman, and I've supported many protests in other countries, so I know that having the ways you can actually help pointed out for you is really important, SO IF YOU WANT TO HELP:

- post about us on social media - FB, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, all of the above, pick your poison. Add the red lightning symbol to your profile pictures (there are many templates available on FB, ie under #strajkkobiet or #wyroknakobiety). Post about us, reblog, retweet, just raise awareness any way you can;

- if you haven't already, you can still sign the petition from my prev post (https://secure.avaaz.org/campaign/pl/solidarity_with_polish_women_32/?chWjKkb). It basically requires your name and surname, email, country (you can choose Polska, but I've also seen signatures from other countries, so that's possible too);

- we've got this beautiful action of spamming the email boxes of the politicians supporting the ban with messages - if you want to join, here's the eng version of the event with all the info (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MvkPQi8upzrvmVjPRgYdjVxHQxDeqCePmAQ9jsYK2hE/mobilebasic);

- if you want and can, you can also donate to the funds created by the Ogólnopolski Strajk Kobiet, which is a leading org/movement behind the protests - it not only helps them run smoothly, but right now helps to amass the money for the legal help, technical needs, leaflets, stuff like that. Now, the site is Polish and so are the listed banks, but there is an option to pay by Visa/Mastercard which I guess would work anywhere. Currently, our 50zł is your 12,8$ / 10,9€. Here's the link (https://zrzutka.pl/strajkkobiet).

THERE. NOW PLEASE, SUPPORT US, HELP US, BE WITH US. ⚡⚡⚡

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[half-black-phillip]

I’m so mad because this worked

[britney2007spears]

help me roger

[telanu]

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

[luthienebonyx]

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

[riskpig]

………my friend has made me curious

[mysticalcoffeequeen]

You know what to do roger

[whysperingwoods]

I grew up hearing the phrase “you never stick with anything, what’s the point” a lot. I’ve always been attracted towards seemingly disconnected interests, and gone through phases of being really into something. But eventually my interest would fade and I would move onto something else. 

Or at least that’s always how it’s been phrased for me, by others. Now I realize that my interest for the old thing didn’t fade so much as my interest for something new outshined it, and that’s vastly different. 

I was always made to feel bad about it, with every abandoned endeavour I was told I needed to stop starting things if I wasn’t going to stick with them. I was told I was wasting time and money picking up these random interests and abandoning them after a year. 

So eventually, I stopped picking things up. I told myself “what’s the point, I’m going to give up in a year anyway”. Even worse, I started dismissing every new interest, because I had no way of knowing if my interest was “real” enough or just another passing phase. I stopped trying new things, I stopped looking up stuff that piqued my curiosity, and having chronic depression made it really easy to leave everything on the dirty floor of neglected ideas. The more they piled up, the more depressing it was. All these things that could be nice, but I just can’t take care of them. 

I realize now how bullshit that kind of thinking is. So what if I stopped doing karate after a year? That’s one more year of karate than most people I know. And in that year I learned discipline, I learned to listen to a teacher, something I had never done before in all my years of private education. I learned the true meaning of respect, that it’s something you do out of faith at first and maintain as it’s reciprocated, not something you do blindly and regardless of how you’re treated. 

It gave me the foundation for the determination and grounding I needed to practice yoga. Another year. Not enough to be good at it maybe, but again a year more than most people I know and a year that is not lost, but gained. I learned balance, I learned to listen to my body, I learned how to let go of emotional tightness through physical stretching. 

And then iaido, only a few weeks because I couldn’t afford to keep going. The year of yoga I had done a couple years previous had given me a better starting point than the other newcomers to the class. I already had balance, I had strength in my legs and I had better posture. In those months I learned the importance of precision, the true definition of efficacy, the zen state that is incessant repetition. 

Did I practice long enough to get good at iaido, and yoga, and karate? No. Of course not. It takes years to become proficient and decades to master any of those things, but I learned other skills and those skills were an invaluable part of my growth both spiritually and emotionally. Likewise for my forays into painting, sewing, graphic design, film. I’m a photography student now heading into my second year of school, and every single second of practice I have in those other disciplines has given me more experience in those areas and made learning easier. 

Skills carry over. They intersect and connect in ways that are sometimes unexpected. Nothing is ever lost, experience is never a waste of time or worthless or stupid. Allow your focus to wander, reflect on what you learn, and consider how you can keep using it in other aspects of your life. Stop telling people their interests aren’t worth their time. 

[superherogrl]

‘A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one’

^^^^The real jack of all trades quote if anyone’s i interested.

[ecrumoon]

When did this happen to us?

When did being on time become more important than the life of another human?

When did we stop to care for others?

And Why?

[ecrumoon]

It's weird. For a long time I haven't written a single word.

I want to pick it up again, because I miss writing.

Still everytime I open a new page, my minds is as blank as the page.

[ecrumoon]

Two weeks until I am starting university.

I am really afraid but also really excited. My biggest fear is that I can't keep up because I am completely switching fields. I spent the last five years learning about economy.

And now I am starting my journey to become a biomedical engineer.

[ecrumoon]

Falling in love is weird. You can know the person for three years, but one little moment changes your perspective completely.

And one of the worst feelings in the world is, when you have no idea if the person likes you too or if you are on the best way to ruin a friendship.

[ecrumoon]

It's weird. Feeling uncertain and vulnerable after meeting someone you are interested in. The tension while waiting for a message, and the good feeling after receiving one.

Interesting how one person has so much power over you.

[ecrumoon]

I saw a butterfly today it was flying against a wall of glass. Again and again at the same spot, even though it could have easily fly around it on the left or the right side of the wall.

That made me realize that maybe I should take a couple of steps back. So I can see that some problems can be solved by changing the point of view.

(life lesson away, just so you know the butterfly is fine)

[ecrumoon]

Humans are unteachable; they read about things in the history books and make the same mistakes over and over. Killing each other for various reasons, like money, power, an imaginary friend or just to show off. The truth is it doesn’t matter why we do it, but that we do it. The more days pass the more normal killing becomes. So there’s an important question; is there really no reason to justify murder?

2017 brings the big change. War all over the world and the only thing we care about are our smartphones and Instagram followers. Our eyes are closed for the most important thing. We do what we can best killing, we are killing our only chance of surviving. The earth.

Of course politics try to save it, with various laws, but speaking the truth, hardly anyone really cares. There are a lot of environmental protection organizations, but they don’t risk enough. They haven’t learned that people are stupid. In the past humans never did things out of generosity, they never did things because they were right. So the big question is how do you teach a bunch of assholes to care for their planet? 

With the only methods they understand; Violence and Killing.

[ecrumoon]

I have no idea how I should put this, but I need to write something. Staring at a blank page is not helping, so hoping that I am not ending up deleting everything again I am here now.

Minutes, Hours, Days everything is blurred together and feels the same. I feel trapped in my own life. It's like sitting in a plane, flying over the world without ever landing and in the beginning it feels nice and relaxing until you realize the only way out is to jump. I don't want to jump, not yet at least.

[ecrumoon]

Our world is not perfect, but reality never is right?

We live in a world with about 7.6 billion people; you can’t expect them to be perfect. Humans make mistakes we are not perfectly programed computers, or so I thought.

The majority of my life I believed that humans were superior, looking back this was really naïve. My parents believed they got a very creative child, always talking about weird symbols everywhere. At one point in my live, the symbols turned into numbers and my parents worried. A little kid shouldn’t see numbers everywhere.

They never bothered me, but I never understood why I saw them and my parents didn’t. Growing up I learned to shut up about them, I learned to pretend those weren’t there. Still I started to see patterns, some trees had the same numbers and same thing goes for other plants. It took me a few more years to find out that those numbers were lines of code.

And if you know how, you can manipulate code. That’s what I started to learn, the effects of a few different numbers here or there. The realization what I was doing, hit me hard.

I mean who likes to find out that you are a bug in a perfect simulation?

[ecrumoon]

Parents

At some point in my life, my parents stopped being perfect superheroes. I slowly noticed their flaws and their character. I started to see them as persons.

For a long time, I said nothing. Everyone has flaws and weaknesses and they always treated me good. Still my relationship with my father practically disappeared.

We are constantly fighting over things like racism, drunk driving and so on.. He is pretending to know everything about me, but we rarely talk.

I don't know what to think anymore because part of me hates those things about him, but there is always one voice which tells me that he is still my father.

[ecrumoon]

Why?

To this day I am asking myself this question, but you took the answer to your grave.

The answer is lost forever and so are you.

[quotemadness]

The trouble with being a daydreamer who doesn’t say much is that the teachers at school, especially those who don’t know you very well, are likely to think you’re rather stupid. Or, if not stupid, then dull. No one can see the amazing things that are going on in your head.

Ian McEwan (via quotemadness)