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It Gets Better (With Time), a song by The Internet on Spotify

revolutionizethesoul

motivation-and-fitness

r-truth

I want a petition for Jimmy and Naomi to never stop dancing

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I’ve struggled with "bad thoughts" my whole life — and while I can't stop my son from having them too, I can show him how to live fully.

#writer

pvnkle

melanin-diary-deactivated201710

This makes me so happy. The Best Christmas Present by far.

cleothegoldfish

I drive past a billboard for this movie sometimes and o want to cry every time I see it. The first time I saw it I almost crashed my car bc I was so hype.

bodyglitter

newwavefeminism

Just saw a social media post captioned “setting up a holiday party for underprivileged kids ❤️❤️❤️”

so, a few things:

1) I really, really, really don’t like it when people perform good acts for social media attention. It’s dehumanizing and narcissistic. Just do it without milking it on your social media platform.

2) As a professional, who is both someone who grew up as an “underprivileged kid” and a current educator, I’m really annoyed at the way we romanticize childhood poverty and systemic trends of oppression for Feel Good Non-Profit™ Culture

3) I really hate the way such deficit based language about children is used behind their back. And often, this deficit based language is used as a Feel Good Non-Profit™ marketing pitch to get more people to donate or volunteer with certain organizations. Don’t work with a group of young people if you’re going to refer to them with dehumanizing language that you won’t actually say to their face. (and if you actually do use deficit based language with young people, stop now. I can speak from experience that it takes a lifetime to un-internalize)

Use the language that was used for the event, for the kids, for the community. Just say “I’m setting up for [event name]!” Reducing it to just a “party for underprivileged kids” is, once again, just for social media “look how selfless I am” attention.

lifeinpoetry

this is the story of how I never stopped running. this is the story of how, when the wolves knocked, I met them at the door and I became the beast, instead.

(via runloverrun)

irynka

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

(via bl-ossomed)