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i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me

i learned that in 2007, a 12 year old Norwegian boy named Hans Jorgen Olsen saved both himself and his sister from a vicious moose attack using skills he learned from playing World of Warcraft; taunt and feign death (x)

heryearnings

“Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.”

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Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.

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mypsychology

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logarto

giant salamanders look so sloppy. so moist. so jiggly.

autogynephiladelphia

Plormp

lubricates

THEY LOOK LIKE THEY ARE VERY TIRED OF LIFE LIKE ME

aidashakur

Please be happy for other people. Your time will come.

jspark3000

If you try to make someone do something, you will crush them with expectations. Not even God does that. People need to decide for themselves what to do, without coercion or shaming or manipulation, or else they’re only doing it to get you quiet. They won’t ever know why, and it will never become a part of them. Making demands is an external apparatus that will chokehold the people you claim to love. But if you truly love them, by listening and investing and sharing and even liking them, this is the only sort of love that will tenderize a heart to seek better for itself. To shame is to lay down bricks to make a shape, but without a soul. To show grace will take longer, but it’s to plant a seed that pushes through the dirt into the air, towards a life that can breathe on its own. This is true empowerment.

— J.S.

heryearnings

“Some people think that to be strong is to never feel pain. In reality the strongest people are the ones who feel it, understand it, accept and learn from it.”

— Unknown (via resqectable)

renthony

Anyone want to hear another wholesome story about my dad?

renthony

Okay so.

My dad is actually my step-dad. He and my mom got together when I was eight, and got married a few years later. I never actually call him my step-dad, because as far as I’m concerned he’s just my dad.

My bio-dad has never been in the picture. I’ve never even met him. So my formative years were spent having a very complicated relationship with the concept of fathers. I both wanted a dad and didn’t need one, because my family is fairly large and I had no shortage of grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins stepping in to help my mom out.

But I still always felt sad about not having a dad, y'know? Everyone else did. It made me feel lonely and kind of abandoned.

My favorite book when I was little was Papa Please Get the Moon for Me, by Eric Carle. If you’re unfamiliar, the plot is basically that this guy loves his child so much that he literally steals the moon from the sky when she asks. I LOVED that book, but, like…it also made me kind of sad, because I didn’t have a dad who would do that for me.

Fast forward to when I was older, and my (step)dad and my mom had my little brothers. When I was in high school, they were both really little, and one of them got his hands on my copy of Papa Please Get the Moon for Me, which I’d kept for nostalgia’s sake.

Little shit destroyed it. He was little, he didn’t really know any better yet, but I was DEVASTATED. I full-on sobbed. Sure, I could get another one, but it wouldn’t be the same, y'know?

Christmas that year, I open up my gifts, and there’s one from my dad in particular. It was kinda weird, because my parents never really specify when a Christmas gift is from one specifically; they just get all the kids gifts and only label who they’re to.

So I open it, intrigued, and y'all know what it was?

It was NOT a new copy of Papa Please Get the Moon for Me.

But it WAS a light-up model of the moon, that still to this day hangs on the wall in my living room and makes me get a little emotional every time I look at it.

renthony