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bulbasaurvevo:

I was taking selfies before and I sighed and said “I love myself” and my little sister was like “ew” so I asked her what her problem was and she said “you’re not supposed to love YOURSELF. You have to wait for other people. I don’t love myself. If you love yourself you’re probably a slut” and I think that is the saddest thing I’ve heard all year.
What kind of self deprecating bullshit are we teaching our kids that I have to hear that from a 13 year old?

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scolders:

if internet explorer is brave enough to ask you to be your default browser then you’re brave enough to ask that girl out

thefirstpaganking:

The Last Japanese Mermaids 

For nearly two thousand years, Japanese women living in coastal fishing villages made a remarkable livelihood hunting the ocean for oysters and abalone, a sea snail that produces pearls. They are known as Ama. The few women left still make their living by filling their lungs with air and diving for long periods of time deep into the Pacific ocean, with nothing more than a mask and flippers.

In the mid 20th century, Iwase Yoshiyuki returned to the fishing village where he grew up and photographed these women when the unusual profession was still very much alive. After graduating from law school, Yoshiyuki had been given an early Kodak camera and found himself drawn to the ancient tradition of the ama divers in his hometown. His photographs are thought to be the only comprehensive documentation of the near-extinct tradition in existence

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sernacht:

So, I was in the car today and saw someone with the license plate “X0DUS3 5”, so I thought it was like Exodus 3:5 and I looked it up, and do you know what it said?

"Do not come any closer"

tamorapierce:

iwouldwalk500giles:

the chronicles of nat and cat

Everyone has to have someone.  And people kill black cats on Halloween.

futuresaad:

this is the best twitter account ever

copyx:

fuck ‘it’s all in their head’ headcanons

fuck anything that reduces everything fantastic and wonderful and strange into delusion

fuck stereotypes of mental illness, images of people in padded rooms unable to face reality

fuck destroying wonder and replacing it with sheer ableism

fuck ruining the magic

and fuck anyone who thinks destroying dreams is ‘new’ and ‘creative’

My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.

Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.

But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.

It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.

- S.T.Gibson (via sarahtaylorgibson)