GARGE

My name is Simen Georg. I live in Alta, Norway. Smiling at strangers, saying hello to bus drivers and thanks to the checkout ladies, take pictures, laugh a lot, looking in the refrigerator for no reason sometimes, exercising a bit, like film, likes music, likes people, likes good stories, like seafood, travel a lot, enjoy nature and outdoor activities like jogging and biking and hiking, is a self-proclaimed computer geek, a handy man. like to work, like to believe I know what people called by looks, like board games, loves food, loves my family, think that everything is relative and like to think I know little about alot , rather than much about a bit. Check out my personal blog (norwegian/English)

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GARGE turned 9 today!

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This is really not okay.

I think some people fail to realize that men can be sexually assaulted, too, and not just by other men. This girl shoves him against the wall and slaps him three fucking times when he pushes her away. Heck, he has to push her away twice before she backs off for a moment. Then she goes right back to kissing him.

If the genders were reversed, everyone on this site would be flipping a shit. And if anyone dares to tell me that it’s different when a girl does it to a guy, I will personally write you a three-page essay on why it is still not okay.

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I’m just going to REBLOG this all the fucking time

[thatspencerinthesky]

I SWEAR I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG THIS.

[mist-fahking-fogstrum]

IF I STOP REPOSTING IT ASSUME THAT I HAVE DIED THIS IS NOT OKAY AT ALL

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I will always reblog this

[anthony-adrian]

This is not alright.

[wellyfullofale]

I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh

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reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life

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not risking it

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I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

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Not that agree with chainmail, but wow

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🌿🌞 Early Mornings Herb Jar 🌞🌻

In the winter it gets harder to get up, and easier to become depressed, so here’s a jar for energy, strength and happiness.

Cinnamon - courage, strength, warmth

Dandelion - the sun, hardiness

Basil - anti-depression, courage, peace

Lemon balm - anti-depression, clarity

Lemon peel - happiness, cleansing

Orange peel and oil - cheerfulness, energy

Rose oil - courage, happiness, anti-depression

Rosemary oil - anti-depression, uplifting

Grapefruit oil - cleansing, uplifting, energy

Orange Aventurine / Rutilated Quartz - energy, cheerfulness

In a bowl mix sea salt, yellow dye and the essential oils. Mix in the rest of the ingredients, then pour into a jar and charge by the sun.

“I rise with the sun to dance with the fae Warmth and energy stay with me today”

In the morning when you get up, breathe in the scent of the herbs and picture golden energy flowing through your limbs, revitalizing your body and mind.

[dsxsbx]

Lake Louise by Suki The Cat

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Sky Nomads

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Love her, but leave her wild.

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird (via thelovejournals)

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Chuck Berry

Rock n Roll was originally Black music.

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thank you

[mentalhealthfemme]

Yes, him and little Richard never get their due smh

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except…chuck berry didn’t invent rock n roll…

Sister Rosetta Tharpe predates both chuck berry and little richard by quite a few years

Two of Tharpe’s hit songs were released in like 1944-45 when Chuck Berry was a) incarcerated and b) still a high school student, Tharpe basically discovered Little Richard, and she’s referred to as the godmother of rock n roll

lol just

throwin that out there

[christel-thoughts]

^^^EXACTLY

but Sister Rosetta was a woman and queer… so Black men will totally overlook her.

[veryfemmeandantifascist]

rock music was created by a black bisexual woman

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Sister Rosetta new idol

[williamcubed]

Sister Rosetta Rocked the world

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Spread the truth and dead the lies

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

<3 KICK ASS BLACK BISEXUAL MOTHER OF ROCK AND ROLL <3

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I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS WOMAN! MUSIC NERDS - EDUCATE ME NOW!

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I’m almost positive this is the same woman who actually sang “You Ain’t Nothin But A Hound Dog” first before Elvis stole it…

And her version was BETTER

[ashermajestywishes]

WAIT! WHAT? He didn’t sing that first? I need air and music. Someone tell me more.

[forgotmysafeword]

Big Mama Thornton recorded Hound Dog in 1952.  She is the first.

[violent-darts]

See this just makes that song actually make sense to me for the first time so you know, hat-tip for that, too, you have relieved my endless puzzlement I’ve had since I was a small child. 

[veryfemmeandantifascist]

Wonderful documentary on her life & legacy in rock n roll

Today, March 20th is her birthday so can we just take the time to list some of her amazing accomplishments

- she was one of the very first great gospel artists who crossed over into r&b, rock n roll, and gained mainstream success

- she frequently performed with a racially integrated band

- guitar playing was seen as a “man’s” skill, but that didn’t stop her from beating out many guys in guitar battles at the Apollo

- she may have been one of the first successful black artists to even have a tour bus with her name on it

- this woman literally turned her wedding day into a rock concert for over 20,000 fans

- openly bisexual in her private life

- she sang with little richard in what would be his first public performance at her concert

- she held a successful tour in the UK during the early 1960′s well before the “british invasion” of rock n roll

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Her version was 100xs better.

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DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF THE CONGO. Goma. May, 2016. Michael Christopher Brown

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Harlech Beach Sunset by Adam Marshall

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Zodiac Signs by Shawn Coss.

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Your ego has about as much control over what goes on as a child sitting next to his father in a car with a plastic steering wheel.

Alan Watts (via silent-mindfulness)

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