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@when-we-get-over-yonder
Dear girls, be intensely wary of men considerably older than you obsessed with “mentoring” you. They’re most likely trying to groom you. Speaking from experience.
I want to make it clear I’m not just speaking to underage/teen girls. Any younger girl, and this can happen to not that young women as well.
Just because the guy isn’t technically a pedophile, doesn’t make him any less predatory. When you’re in your 20s you may not be a kid anymore, but you’re not fully developed as an adult either. You’re still vulnerable to predators who have the advantage of more experience and thus tools you don’t yet have, in addition to the other advantage of power imbalance due to gendered relations.
A man who wants to be your mentor, especially if he says he wants to “shape” you or anything similar, is a man who’s trying to turn you into his puppet, to make you “develop” (be molded) into the girl/woman that serves his pleasure, even if not directly sexual.
There’s predators who get off on the intellectual performance of the younger female objects of their obsessions. There’s predators who get off on your social development fitting their not-necessarily sexual fantasies. There’s predators who get off on the idea of taking a depressed girl and becoming her “savior”.
There’s people who get off to feet and fucking statues, you best believe there’s predators who get immense satisfaction from mental games against vulnerable girls/women even if they’re not (directly) sexual. And even if those things aren’t sexual at all to you, it will fuck you up. Because you’ll know or feel that you’re being used against your will, that you’re not being treated as a human, you’ll feel trapped, you’ll feel controlled, you’ll feel hopeless and disgusted with what he’s turning you into.
It’s about control, it’s about possession, it’s about ownership of who you are, it’s about having the perfect doll to play with.
It’s about you becoming mentally, emotionally, intellectually, socially dependent on them. It’s about a boost of their egos.
Regardless of your age, but especially if you’re considerably younger than him, and you see signs of him being fixated on this, RUN AS SOON AS YOU CAN.
Can people reblog this version? Because I’m tired of people who supposedly care about abuse victims dropping any concern and compassion for female victims of grooming as soon as a girl turns 18 like she wasn’t a literal kid five minutes ago.
Jesus said “Love one another “ not to support one another’s lifestyle.
hey guys unpopular opinion but you’re not a bad person if you don’t care about every bad thing happening in the world all the time, or if you do care but you’re not constantly reblogging posts spreading awareness and information
it’s okay if you’re just on tumblr to have fun and reblog things you like or that make you happy.
humans aren’t made to process trauma and suffering on a worldwide scale without any breaks whatsoever & the internet has created an unprecedented access to bad news so please never feel guilty for scrolling past it because you can’t process it! and you’re not doing anything wrong & there’s no need to feel guilty
High School Students
I just want to give all the high school students a little tip. If you’re going to skip a class, don’t be an idiot and go to the library. That is the first place you’ll get caught. Look for a place where the security cameras won’t find you, or just be smart, and don’t skip class. It’s not that hard...
I really dislike it when people try to describe God as a “man in a white beard who sits up in the sky”, because not only does it show that the person saying this doesn’t know much about God beyond cultural representation (or misrepresentation really) but it so unbiblical. How?
1) According to Genesis, God doesn’t have a body or form. Even John says the Word became flesh, meaning Jesus wasn’t flesh before.
2) God isn’t old….or young…as those are relative. He is Alpha and Omega, beginning and the end. He transcends time and space. God isn’t in outer-space or in the sky, rather He is outside of that plane.
3) God doesn’t sit down and observe. The Holy Spirit is present in both the old and new testament. Emmanuel, a name for Jesus, means God is with us. Christians have the Holy Spirit who is God dwelling within us. He works in every one of us.
God isn’t some fairy in the sky. He is an omnipotent and omniscient being who transcends time and space but yet cares for us. That is who God is.
I am starting to see a lot of black people and other minorities reject Christianity because they associate it with western culture and I have to say that if that is your reason, you already made a big mistake. Christianity, if defined by location, is technically an “eastern religion” as that is where it started. It also takes place within continents and regions populated by minorities, many of our own ancestors. Jesus himself, by today’s standards, would be seen as a minority. But besides that, Christianity is an INTERNATIONAL religion, as God is creator of everyone and thus it does not exempt people based on their race or sex or even your sinful past. I am tired of seeing my fellow minorities essentially go in search of things that also enslaved their people in the first place. People are looking for peace, contentment, gratefulness when it is already there in the Bible but because of how some of our western and even our own peers have perverted it, they ignore it. Don’t fall into the idea that Christianity is the white man’s religion. It never was to begin with.
someone: *mentions my favorite character*
me: *vibrating at frequency that shatters glass* yeah I love them a normal amount
NOTHING BETTER THAN SHOWERING AND PUTTING ON A BIG TSHIRT AND GETTING INTO BED WITH CLEAN SHEETS LITERALLY NOTHING DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS
the older you get the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing
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get place
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cons of being made of liquid:
DISOPEAR INTO THE ABYSS
“REMEMBER ME AS I NOW AM HOOMAN”
this is just horrifying :^)
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I really like this gif because Stitch does that little squinty thing that animals do when they’re really happy and relaxed and you can tell that he’s having such a superb time playing that little ukulele
fucking superb you funky little alien
Our Daily Fears
Here’s a short post I was asked to share with my Hyphen group’s social media account. It’s not my whole story, not is it conveyed the way I originally wanted, but it’s something I wanted to share. I hope all of you enjoy reading it.
2 Timothy 1:7
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” (KJV)
It was a warm summer evening. I was walking with my friends, we were laughing and having fun. It was a Thursday, youth night. We were walking to promote an upcoming service, and handing out cards with the basic information for that service. As we walked down the road, we pass the neighborhood pool, and we turn right.
"Whoa, that's an interesting house. Look! Their chairs are all different colors!" Excited, I volunteered to go up there and put the card by their door. As I turn to walk down the steps, I hear someone shouting something, I look up.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Oh, hi!" I answer excitedly, thinking this would be a great opportunity to be a witness, "we're just passing out some cards."
The older man comes closer to me, until he is standing in front of me.
"What are you doing?"
"Um, we're just passing out cards for our upcoming church service." I respond confused, slightly stuttering, but still enthusiastic.
"Why are you doing that? What makes you think it's okay to do that?" standing over me, the man begins to yell, "Do you see me going around forcing my religion on you? I'm not going around, trying to force my religion on other people! What makes you think you should be doing the same?"
“But I certainly felt sick. Throughout all the anxieties of my childhood, I’d never experienced anything remotely like this. And not just any mental illness. Not some romantic melancholy or discrete phobia. What it felt like was that I had been suddenly afflicted with a kind of diluted strain of paranoid psychosis, as if my head had been stripped bare so that everything----all stimuli, all perception, all information, all thought----was a grave danger, an assault on consciousness itself”
-Monkey Mind (Daniel Smith 2012)
In this moment, I was being verbally attacked for doing something completely innocent, and I was unable to defend myself. I stood there, at the age of 12, getting yelled at by a stranger for leaving a piece of paper on his doormat. Standing there, on the verge of tears, internally screaming for someone to come and help me, to save me from this man. This stranger who decided it was okay to scream and swear at a child.
Psalm 23:4
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” (KJV)
That evening was my personal walk through the valley. With the memory of that evening suppressed, I believed it was normal to live in this constant excessive fear. Previously in my life, I had dealt with many terrible things, like many children in our world. But nothing really affected me like this moment did. I was shy, and quiet, and often hid behind my mother when someone would try talking to me, but again, this was the moment that changed my life. I didn’t realize I had anxiety until a couple of years ago, I had to think back on when I first started feeling afraid. Afraid of what seemed to be the most random occasions. For example, I avoided religious or political discussions in high school because I was afraid of my peers yelling at me. Even the thought of arguing terrified me, and caused me to start sweating, shaking, becoming short of breath, and having my heart beat faster than normal.
As I get older, and I become more independent, I have realized that I have more symptoms, and they are more extreme than they were a few years ago. I believe it is simply because I am no longer as dependent on my mother, and I have to protect myself from the things that may randomly occur everyday, even as a person of faith.
For so long, I tried to understand why it was so hard for me to do what everyone else was doing, and not only in my school, but also in my church. I tried to reason with God, and I tried to understand why He would make me feel as if someone were going to murder me if I simply said I was a Christian. It wasn’t until later that I realized that it is okay that I am living with this, so long as I do not forget why I am living with this. As I thought and meditated on these problems, I came to the understanding that this is something that I need to live with, however, I need to continue to believe that God is able to heal my mind whenever he wants, and I cannot believe that it is not possible, nor is it something that I can control.
Nobody truly understands what goes on in each individual’s lives. Often, people try to pretend that they know what our innermost thoughts are, so they try to find ways to comfort us. And sometimes the things they say are helpful and meaningful. Other times their advice make things worse, and occasionally, there is that one person who truly relates to your situation, and is able to help you in ways you could never imagine.
Joshua 1:9
“… Be strong and of good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.” (KJV)
There are people who have been fortunate enough to overcome their fears and anxieties, especially through their faith in God. This, however is not always the case for everyone, and that is okay. We may continue to have anxieties, but with our faith in God we can overcome the fears. As previously mentioned, I still live with these fears in my everyday life. Some days are worse than others, but even though I am dealing with these anxieties, I know that when I clear my mind and focus on God, things tend to become easier for me. Our life goals are to serve and obey God’s word, and sometimes we need to be patient and understand that our daily struggles are often the things that help us grow as individuals, and allow us to be an example to others.
@destyni-is-me (look I wrote a thing!)
Contrary to popular belief, the SMALLER the dog, the fiestier it is. Trust me. I studied the science.
They have a lot of rage contained in their tiny bodies.
the fact that ashton kutcher basically dropped his career as an actor to create an organization to help stop sex trafficking and has saved over 6,000 victims and has identified over 2,000 abusers is so fucking badass
SUPPORT THORN!!!!! www.wearethorn.org
showing up late to a meeting with an iced drink is a power move. like with hot drinks the cup is opaque and people cant tell the temperature so they dont know how long ago you got it. maybe its hours old. maybe you just got caught in traffic. who can say. but iced drinks. its clear. they can see the ice. they can see if its still frozen. they look you in the eye and they know you were standing in line fifteen minutes ago and made the conscious, deliberate decision to get a mocha frap instead of being on time. and then you made ANOTHER conscious, deliberate decision to bring it into the meeting with you, informing everyone in attendance that on your list of priorities, each and every one of them ranks firmly below one (1) mocha frappuchino.
This is so powerful. I’m blown away.
Did Gina Linetti write this
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