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(girl who has never told anyone anything) i must just be doing it for attention
1. Small Kindnesses, Danusha Laméris 2. Fans Sing, Dance On NYC Subway After Robyn Concert, youtube 3. Neanderthals had funerals with flowers, study suggests, CBC 4. Nadal and Federer on the tennis court, after Nadal jumped over the net to hug his rival. 5. Heathrow airport opening scene from Love, Actually 6. Good Bones, Maggie Smith 7. LeBron James delightedly hugging a fan who hit a half-court shot
looking @ the notes on that ‘everyone needs to grow up’ article and i think the subtle point that a lot of the commentary on that post is missing is and what muva toni morrison was saying…..adulthood isn’t just ‘responsibility’—taking out ur trash and making ur bed—children can do those things…..adulthood is operating emotionally from an empowered place and not from the vulnerabilities and fears of ur childhood. to not get stuck in cynicism or escapism or to expect other adults to provide for u the way a parent should (which automatically disempowers u emotionally).
as we grow older, many of the very legitimate fears and self-protection mechanisms we developed to survive living under the brutal conditions we live under, worked for us as children, but they no longer serve us as adults. to be an adult is to cultivate urself, to understand what to keep and what to discard. it is an activity—a practice—a verb not a noun.
Ousmane Sembène
hey wait i have a question. how attached to your name are you guys. like on a scale of “this name is perfect 4 me and i like it lots” to “if people didnt use a name for me i would not care/notice. if you called me by a completely different name for long enough id go by it” because im the second one but i remember a conversation w greass that was like oh huh! names r really important 2 me!
"Your daddy knows, you're a flame"
The Macocha Abyss
what Fandom brought you to tumblr originally?? I'm curious
Supernatural
Dr. Who
Sherlock
Merlin
Homestuck
Hetalia
Voltron
Welcome to Nightvale
Steven's Universe
Other(put in the tags)
‘inside the Angel’s body is a sheathed dagger and a coiled serpent’
life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.
Does anyone have an good panels of Jason straight up drowning in his Robin cape? I need them for a project and also my own general happiness
Here's some I have <3
james crews, winter morning
Through a kaleidoscope of family stories, writer Samah Fadil holds on to what it means to be Afro-Palestinian in diaspora
Through a kaleidoscope of family stories, writer Samah Fadil holds on to what it means to be Afro-Palestinian in diaspora
Some time in 1948
My teta Sakeena, the mother of my mother, got a tip that soldiers were going from town to town expelling people from their homes and shooting anyone who resisted. This was during the Nakba.
My grandfather was away. Perhaps for work, perhaps at war – with oral histories there are always conflicting memories. The only story you get is the abridged version. If you’re lucky, someone might disclose another piece later on.
Teta Sakeena had to hide my uncle’s pistol before the soldiers arrived. In a moment of desperation, she wrapped the gun in my mother’s cloth diaper. She held my infant mother close to her chest – a hug between her and the cold metal – as the soldiers raided the house. My family escaped, and that was the last time they saw their farm in Yafa.
Just a snippet but its not long and a good read
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