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Why do I never think about the possibility of snow on the ocean??? Now I see why, because it’s too ethereal

“We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later. “I don’t want my ears pierced.” “I don’t want any earrings.” The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad. She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.” Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ’… embarrassing me.’ We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced. Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’ Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria. Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own. No means no, yeah, right. Most often, for kids and others without power, “no means force.””

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from “No Means Force” at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

(via k-pagination)

lordmeowdemort

Funfact: your boobs contain two live lizards(one for each boob) which will hatch when it’s time.

platypusplayhere

i can’t wait

just-shower-thoughts

miners who die mining have literally been digging their own grave.

foodchewer

live laugh lasagna

shanesboobs

brooklyn 99 being canceled vs. the next day when it was renewed by nbc

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weloveshortvideos

Who’s that hiding under the sheets?

awed-frog

This is, like, the opposite of a horror movie.

southernsideofme-deactivated201

wingscanspeak

I am going to eat this entire candy cane.

nightowlsupreme

You’re going to get a cavity

wingscanspeak

good

wingscanspeak

30 min later, not much progress.

wingscanspeak

Its been an hour. I bit my tongue, my teeth hurts and I’m almost halfway done…

casualfanboy

One hour and half done. That’s impressive That takes real skill and perseverance

wingscanspeak

an hour and a half. my grandma called and I didnt take it so i could eat this… i hate everything

wingscanspeak

i’d rather be eating anything but this

wingscanspeak

two and a half hours…. my mouth will never taste normal again

wingscanspeak

3 fucking hours

I’ve tasted Satans asshole and it tastes like 3 hours of mint.

wingscanspeak

Please. Please don’t bring this back.

butchercat

‘Tis the season.

clausy4life-deactivated20190624

It’s November

killjoygem

TO BE JOLLY

wombat-annihilator-deactivated2

Up your game this year, OP.

wingscanspeak

YOU HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE. WHY???

northeastartist

Tis the season to taste Satan’s asshole falalala lalalala

old-lady-material

melonmemes

Hit the AV button on the remote

memewhore

jakefromstatefarm

I loved her and she loved me, but we just didn’t work out. I think that’s the worst kind of break up. No one cheated on anyone, we just didn’t work out. “Why didn’t you guys just work it out?” you might ask. It may seem like a simple solution but it’s rather more perplexed than that. “Working it out” is just the tip of the ice berg. You have to put in more effort, compromise, swallow your pride, understand each other, be respectful, and so much more. And when you break up, you are left with the idea that you could have worked it out. You are left with the idea that you could have done all those things to keep each other. So you give it another try, and do all the things that you both said you would - and you lose yourself in the process. You become someone you weren’t before, you become someone that your significant other wanted. But now the question becomes, are you happy with yourself? Are you happy with the new person you’ve become? Are you happy with how the situation “worked out”? If the answer is no, then you are back to the beginning and it’s a never ending cycle. The feelings are there, you have love written all over your faces, but you just don’t work out. That, in my opinion, is the worst kind of breakup.