My Life Lately

[la-laborista-republiko]

[omghotmemes]

Absolute murder.

[larmoyante]

The home is the center of life. It is a refuge from the grind of work, the pressure of school, and the menace of the streets. We say that at home, we can “be ourselves.” Everywhere else, we are someone else. At home, we remove our masks. The home is the wellspring of personhood. It is where our identity takes root and blossoms, where as children, we imagine, play, and question, and as adolescents, we retreat and try. As we grow older, we hope to settle into a place to raise a family or pursue work. When we try to understand ourselves, we often begin by considering the kind of home in which we were raised.

Matthew Desmond, Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City (via larmoyante)

[anxietyproblem]

[progressivepower]

[thoughts-in-shower]

Being a child is wondering why Squidward is always so mad. Being an adult is wondering why Spongebob is always happy.

[no-longer-another-bondi-blonde]

[acertainjennuhsaisquoi]

My therapist gave me this exact handout last week and I just shared it with a friend.

[theintrovertnation]

[hotdadcalendar-blog]

I literally can’t get myself to sit through movies that don’t have women. I’m like where the fuck are the women? Why are there so many men? This is boring as fuck goodbye

[sir-cockhammer-duke-of-chode]

Even if it’s historically accurate?

[marzipanandminutiae]

as everyone knows, women were invented in 1990

[loopygifz]

[mevima]

Obviously that man was having trouble staying up. Doggo is helpful!

[nappesworld]

[bathtubbarrister]

that’s some damn tea

[greyhairedgeekgirl]

If extending a right to all people reduces your rights in any way?  That means that right has been dependent on the oppression of someone else.

It means you’ve been profiting from the subjugation of others in some way.  Are you good with that?

[pineapple-media-blog]

[calciferr-r]

[stephaniecheryl]

That feeling when you’re reading a book and maybe it’s a love scene, or maybe it’s a character learning something about him or herself, or maybe it’s something that you’ve always thought but never knew anyone else thought or felt that way too, and your whole body grows warm and tingly and there are tears in your eyes… that. That’s why I read. To feel. To connect. To understand. To have my whole body warmed while I forget to breathe.

[vintagefoods]

untitled by Sh▲nnon on Flickr.

[mahoufruit]

My kink: watching arrogant people get sent home first on Chopped 😏

[unpleasantful]