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Short Story
Mallow jumped from the cat post at the sound of a familiar alarm and ran to his friends door. This alarm signified the awakening of the human, and shortly following it, a feeding.
“WAKE UP!” He howled at the door dramatically.
It had only been a few hours since he ran out of food, but those hours were filled with anxiety that it may never be replenished. Full of helpless feelings, that he might waste away before the human awoke to refill the bowl.
“WAaaaAke uUUuUP!!!” He cried again, drawing it out so that the human would feel the urgency of the situation.
This morning, no sounds came from within, and Mallow became a nervous wreck, throwing himself at the door and clawing the floor underneath.
Were they dead? Did they sneak away? preposterous! I would have cought that. What’s going on?!
The panic subsided a bit when the alarm sounded again, signifying a later awakening. Mallow reverted to his normal moaning outside. A loud *THUD* against the door startled him and made him return to a safer distance, by his food bowl to moan.
Minutes turned to hours and mallow turned back to his cat post for rest until the humans awoke.
The day grew long and quiet, with nothing eventful happening. The other cat Bonez decided to take a look under the door, and pulled out flowing hair from under it. He began to eat the hair, and unexpectedly got no trouble for it.
Mallow began Crying again, but the humans never were roused. They had slipped on their clothes, in the room, and hit their heads on the hard floor, killing them instantly. Mallow and Bonez would never be fed, except for the hair they could pull out under the door
Grate you’re cheese instead of cutting it. put it in your hot sandwich so it barely covers everything, you’ll still get that Delicious oozy taste
switch pasta sauce with cheddar to salsa with feta
Over 1 millions children are killed every year in elective abortions, almost 50,000 of them after 16 weeks. Now let’s talk about how to best save their lives. #abortion #forthechildren http://click-to-read-mo.re/p/7zhv/536a421d
I really just love pro-life logic.
Why help those who have been born when we can stick our noses into other people’s private health care matters? Lets try to get them to keep their pregnancies! We can go back to ignoring them after they give birth.
Yeah, makes total sense, right?
You want to save children?
How about we start with the 397,000 in foster care in the U.S. and give them loving, permanent homes? x
Or the 1.5 million homeless children in america? X
Or the 16.2 million children who are going hungry in america? X
Or the 18,900,000 children who are refuges, running from violence in their homelands? X
Or the 6 million children in the U.S. alone who are abused each year? X
Or the 1.2 million children who are trafficked, sold as slaves, usually sexual slaves, each year? X
Oh, no, let’s start with the non-sentient fetuses that can’t feel pain, or know what’s going on.
Let’s ignore these millions and millions of living, breathing children who are living through hell right now.
instead of saving the children that are already in bad situations you want more children to be born into bad situations? yeah great idea
So these 1 million that are aborted each year, lets say they were never aborted. Lets say for the past decade every abortion never occurred, and then you would have more children who are not able to be taken care of, and those numbers above would go up. There would be more homeless children, more children forced into sex trafficking, more in foster homes, more in abusive homes with parents unable to properly care for them. All of those numbers would go UP. These people had abortions not because people like abortions but because they recognize and understand that if they had they went through with the pregnancy full term the child would face many hardships and they would not be able to take care of their child. Fuck this ridiculous shit. If you really cared why would you start here when there are literally millions of living breathing babies, adolescents and teens that are in so much need. That makes ZERO sense. This type of shit makes it evident that pro-lifers don’t really care about the dying/starving/impoverished REAL LIVING CHILDREN they’re just more concerned with controlling another persons uterus.
This is amazing!
I fucking love this
I love this holy shit
This is one of my favorite childhood stories.
WHAT THE FUCK
I loved these books
Insert "something witty" here
FDA approves pill to prevent HIV infections
The drug, Truvada, is the first medication intended to prevent HIV infections in people having sex with infected individuals.
(JEFF CHIU/AP)
IT JUST GOT REAL
What good news for the world.
Remember when this made the news weeks ago and US news outlets didn’t find it worth reporting?
BLESS THIS
This should have like, 1,000% more notes.
This is amazing.
Are you telling me that those Ryan Gosling cupcakes have 45,000 notes and this post hasn’t even reached 5,000?
Relevant.
And it was on this day that this appeared on my dash, and I said “Damn, finally some good news!” and reblogged the hell out of it.
And people are already being slut-shamed for taking it: http://www.out.com/entertainment/popnography/2014/05/20/why-i-am-truvada-whore
wow.
LOVE HIM
I read this in his voice
didn't even realise I read it in his voice until the person above said they did.
On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.
Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing.
Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool.
My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver.
That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.)
ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.
May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.
In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33.
Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)
As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome.
Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome.
In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street - NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners.
Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.”
Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this:
YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS!
But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story.
Edna refusing to go inside.
These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless.
For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.)
Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below.
But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry.
By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.
She’s dead, too. Surprise.
She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna.
So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs - I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”)
But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].”
He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this:
So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!
Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them.
I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.
Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed.
Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.
That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding.
I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled.
Thank you,
Jeanie
Facebook: facebook.com/eisforedna
Twitter: @EisforEdna
This made me cry
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (by cagetheelephant)
“I am a feminist because” I don’t think this video could be much more relevant.
reblog, every time
http://elitedaily.com/news/world/controversial-anti-homeless-spikes-prevent-homeless-sleeping-doorways/624292/
http://www.travelandpositiveliving.com/2014/04/whats-purpose-of-concrete-spikes-under.html
http://www.ministryoftofu.com/2012/07/photos-guangzhou-sets-concrete-spikes-under-bridges-to-drive-away-homeless-people/
http://stsnext20.org/vignettes/2014/03/26/when-parisian-benches-have-politics-street-furniture-and-the-strategies-of-spatial-exclusion/
http://rue89.nouvelobs.com/photo-rue/2009/11/26/empecher-les-sdf-de-sasseoir-la-ville-ne-manque-pas-didees
http://www.morbleu.com/le-tiers-exclu-iv-des-dispositifs-architecturaux-anti-sdf/1547124430_1854ccee23_o/
http://fictioninternational.sdsu.edu/wordpress/catalog/issue-43-walls/do-not-remain/
http://www.bogoboo.com/bizarre-park-bench-spikes/
This is actually devastating
WHY WOULD YOU PUT THEM ON A FUCKING BENCH
WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING A BENCH IF YOU CAN’T SIT ON IT
Most blatant reminders to feel that poverty is your fault, not that of the actual parasite class who transfer their liabilities to society’s ledger.
A world where sitting isn't even free.
Jessica Tremp (b. 1981, Switzerland) Atomic Occasions
wow
i feel like everything i do is for attention and it makes me feel shitty and i dont know how to stop it and i dont know anyone irl well enough to talk about it so i have to talk about it on a website designed to draw attention to yourself