Informal infographic depicting evolution
that is so damn cute.
look at beyonce’s face…
i love that.
whenever i’m upset, people constantly remind me how beautiful i am. as if i somehow forgot that i am beautiful. they also remind me that i’m funny, and intelligent, and nice, but those are afterthoughts that follow “you are so beautiful.” yes, i am. but there is so much more to me than that. and when i’m having an anxiety attack and in hysterics and everyone is threatening to put me into an asylum, i don’t need to be reminded that i’m beautiful. i need to be reminded how to breathe, and that one step forward and two steps back will eventually make progress even though the math doesn’t add up. i need to know that i will be okay, one day, not now, but one day. i need to know that even though i’m not okay at this moment, thatis okay. i need to know that i am still loved by my family and friends even though i am broken. i need to know that it’s okay for me to be broken and i’m allowed to feel my emotions. i need everyone to know that shutting up and smiling isn’t something i can do at this moment, and when people look at me and say “you’re acting crazy, you may not be okay on the inside but you have got to get it together on the outside.” i need them to know that their idea of what is appropriate is not sufficient enough to hold back the pain i’m feeling and that smiling and pretending to be fine will not be okay, regardless of what our culture tries to tell us to do. i need everyone to know that emotions are something that i am going to embrace, and if that means i’m having an anxiety attack at my best friend’s house after my world falls apart and i walk out on my job and i don’t want to be awake anymore, then that is alright. for fuck’s sake, stop telling me i’m beautiful.
based on a true story
why THE FUCK is no one talking about this
why isnt this on the news
we all know the reason why. stop the bullshit.
And this shit happened on May 18…MAY 8-FUCKING-TEENTH!
I read the article and this honestly makes me so fucking angry. I encourage all my followers to reblog the shit out of this. Share it on your Facebook and Twitter, too.
Please spare some time for Darren Rainey. This is a horrific brutality against a human being that is being swept under the rug by most media.
I’m only sharing tweets for those who are not on twitter and can’t see how passionate and outraged journalists are as they tweet from #Ferguson.
If you are on Twitter, here’s a good roster of people to follow if you want to keep updated.
I Miss You (Acoustic) - Blink-182
My ears puked blood and overjoy the nanosecond it started.
Well this is a bit perfect
Don’t waste your time on me you’re already the voice inside my head
colors. (via versteur)
fucking shit I read this and immediately burst into tears
what happened in roughly 1870 though
why was there temporary internet
with a few people searching for pokemon?
It’s a search of Google books, but the question still stands, what the Fuck happened in 1870
I CAN ANSWER THIS!!
In the Cornish dialect of English, Pokemon meant ‘clumsy’ (pure coincidence).
In the mid 1800s there was a surge of writing about the Cornish language and dialect in an attempt to preserve them with glossaries and dictionaries being written. I wrote about it HERE.
I just love that this post happened to find the ONE HUMAN ON THE INTERNET who had the answer to this question
sometimes when I’m angry or stressed or sad I think about whales just swimming around in the ocean, doing whale shit. like, they’re the biggest goddamn mammals on the planet. they don’t have time for little problems. there’s too much chill-ass whale shit to do.
basically what I am saying is that whales are my happy place.
That was so comforting
how nicely or how badly he
treated you and no matter
how long or how little you
had him you will miss
him and you will want him
to be the one that comforts
you and you will want to know
why he did this to you and you
will scream at the world and be
angry even at the flowers that
grow from the soil of the earth
and you will collapse on the floor
like a leaf falling from its tree and
you will feel lost like a tourist in a
foreign city and you will feel so
numb that you will have to check
if your heart is even beating and
I am not going to sugarcoat it for
you and I am not going to tell you
that he will come back and lift you
out of your grave because the truth
is you will have to stitch your body
back together and you will have
to be the one that cleans the
waterfall of tears that have
splashed your cheeks and no
matter how much you wish
for him to come back you will
have to learn that most stars
are already dead in light-years
and you have to be the one
that fixes your own gears of
your contraption because
you are the only one that can
swim when you are drowning
in your own blood. You will miss him. (via dollpoetry)