1. THINGS TO BE HAPPY ABOUT TODAY !!

    designerbydaykittenbynight:

    YOU WOKE UP TODAY

    I LIKE THAT

    YOU ARE BREATHING

    GOOD JOB

    YOU CAN SEE THIS WITH YOUR EYES

    FANTASTIC

    YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE INTERNET

    WOW SO WONDERFUL

    THIS IS HOW BABY GOATS MOVE

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    LOOK AT THIS KITTEN TRYING TO STAND

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    THIS DOG IS AN ASTRONAUT

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    LOOK AT THIS LITTLE HEDGEHOG IN PURE BLISS

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    I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY

    BE HAPPY

    SMILE A LITTLE BIT

    SMILE A LOT A BIT

    I LIKE YOU.

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  2. THE PUBLIC RAPE EXPERIMENT
    "A loyal TUBIAN in 2013 opened up to me and told me her story and kindly asked me to do a video raising awareness on the issue. This project was made with the best intentions and pure heart. I know it will mean something different to us all and am happy to have opened up a well needed conversation. […] I have been given a responsibility with this YouTube platform of mine and always told myself to stay true and progress towards change."

    (Source: dutchster)

     
     
  3. gaypee:

    intlsugarbaby:

    sugar-babe-kira:

    european-sugar:

    prostheticknowledge:

    Creepface

    Online image search tool and Chrome extension that claims to locate US sex offenders in it’s database with facial recognition analysis:

    This Free online safety tool uses Facial Recognition to scan photos of Potential Dates, Coaches, Teachers and more… Check them all with CreepFace instantly!

    Just Right Click and Select “Scan with CreepFace” to check any online photo against 475,000 Registered Sex Offenders in the U.S.

    Facial Recognition powered by FacialNetwork.com

    The Creepface online search engine can be found here

    REBLOOOG

    reblooogggggg!!!!!

    Keep all the girls safe!
    And stay safe girlies.

    Reblog constantly!

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  4. teroknortailor:

    boi-interrupted:

    luxuryon:

    How to build a dome

    All Photos © Steve Areen

    This is awesome.

    this is some tattooine level shit right here

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  5. historiespast:

    House on Wheels 1920’s

     
  6. ancientart:

    The Poulnabrone Dolmen, County Clare, Ireland. Classified as a portal tomb, this structure dates to the Neolithic period, radiocarbon dates place its use between 3,800 - 3,600 BCE.

    During excavations the skeletal remains of up to 22 prehistoric individual were found, which included both adults and children, as well as one newborn. Extensive specialist analysis has been done on these remains, offering us a rare insight into the lives of these Neolithic people. 

    […] A variety of artefacts, presumably representing grave goods, were also recovered from the burial chamber. These included a polished stone axe, two stone beads, a decorated bone pendant, a fragment of a mushroom-headed bone pin, two quartz crystals, several sherds of coarse pottery, three chert arrowheads and three chert/flint scrapers.

    The burial evidence from Poulnabrone has given us rare glimpse into the lives of our early ancestors. It appears that they endured a relatively tough existence, that involved hard physical labour, childhood illnesses, occasional violent attacks and early deaths. Although only a small section of the community were deemed worthy of burial in the tomb, there is little evidence for gender or age discrimination, with both male and female remains present as well as young and old. Prior to interment their bones appear to have been stored elsewhere and this may indicate that they were venerated as ancestor relics. Why certain individuals were chosen to be buried in the seemingly exalted location of a megalithic tomb, however, remains a mystery. 

    -Irish Archaeology

    Photo courtesy of & taken by Nicolas Raymond.

     

  7. "Isn’t it boring being on an all vegetable diet?"

    veganprobs:

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    you tell me

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  8. officialwhitegirls:

    on a scale of 1 to painting the invisible boat mobile how good is your idea image

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  9. manamana6672:

    missespeon:

    outofcontextarthur:

    can we talk about how this fucking pbs show aimed at little kids easily talked about how anxiety is stressful but normal

    Ok no but can we talk about this entire episode? 

    It was called April 9th, and it was actually a response to the 9/11 attacks. It didn’t talk about the attacks themselves, but rather focused on teaching kids to deal with the all of the emotions that they might be feeling as a result. They set up a situation that might evoke similar emotions in children: a massive fire at the school.

    Arthur’s dad was in the fire, so (as you can see above), Arthur is constantly worried about his dad’s safety.

    Sue Ellen is grieving because her journal, which contained a huge amount of precious memories, was destroyed in the fire. Muffy is confused why she can’t just cheer Sue Ellen up by giving her a new journal.

    Buster wasn’t at school that day, and feels confused and guilty that he isn’t sad about the fire like the other kids. He then befriends the school janitor, who has to retire due to an injury that, at his age, is pretty serious.

    Binky actually saw the flames, and is constantly traumatized by the event. He doesn’t tell anyone because he feels like he would lose his tough-guy reputation if he admitted that he was scared.

    The episode teaches kids that all of these emotions are perfectly normal and natural, that there’s not one right way to feel, and that even if it takes a while, things are going to be okay.

    The thing that makes this show so great, in my opinion, is that it knows that kids are intellegent and strong enough to deal with these things if you present them in the right way. It doesn’t hide them, it doesn’t sugar coat them, it just presents them in a way that children can understand and shows them how to deal with them.

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  10. sarahj-art:

    Happy Easter!

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  11. Reminder:

    So this is a post I’ve wanted to make for a while. Recently, I have been posting personal stuff on my secondary blog that currently I have set to private. I wanted to post this one to my main blog because it’s a little bit more important than just some random vent. I want to remind other people that it’s normal to feel certain ways, and that you don’t need to validate yourself to people who judge you. I’m going to write this as carefully as I can to make my points clear. Hopefully, other people understand… if not, at least this post will be a reminder to myself.

    Family

    I’ve been told my entire life: you love the family you were given no matter what. Even when times get hard, and you turn against each other, you love them; you forgive them & you move on.

    It has taken years for me to find out that you don’t have to love the family that you were given.

    It’s already known through past posts that my mother & I have some serious relationship issues. I have for years carried a ton of resentment for how my mom treated me and my sister. Mental abuse is not something that you can overcome within a day, a month, or even a year. Overcoming an obstacle unto which has scarred you is difficult in every sense, and you have to find a way that’s best for you to get through it. I love my mom, truly I do. I’ve spent years building & rebuilding our relationship just for it to be torn down.

    There’s a point where your mental health is more important than a relationship. My mental health is more important that having a mother. If she was caring, and loving, like she was when I was a child, this would be an entirely different story. But she’s not. She starts fights out of nowhere, and she frequently tells me and my sister that we don’t care about her, and then blames her outburts on loneliness and depression.

    Now, here’s the thing. It’s really hard… I mean super fucking hard to get help when you are depressed. I was suicidal for a year after I left my mom’s house. I never asked for help. I didn’t tell my sister. She knew I was hurting. I was pissed off & moody and I couldn’t stop having this sense of wanting everything to end, it would be easier that way. I took it out on my sister, and I was wrong… and I apologized and I turned to her for help. My sister didn’t know what she was doing, but she walked me out of the dark by just being there for me. Listening to lengthy rants, having to deal with my break downs. But she was there. We talked every day and we still do. She told me she was scared for me, and it woke me up. I wasn’t alright & sometimes, I’m still not alright. But she helps me, and I know I have a problem. Depression sucks - and that’s a fucking understatement.

    My depression stemmed from financial instability at the time, but mostly from my failed relationship with my mom. I blamed myself a lot for how things went down. I feared she would kill herself, so I had to stay with her. Take the mental abuse and just push it down so long as she was alive.

    I allowed myself to be her punching bag for years. I let her be the victim, and sometimes I believed she was. But here’s this magical thing about the human mind, if you wake up in the morning, and you think today is going to be shitty day and the world hates you, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. If you wake up, and you accept things are going to go wrong, but you’re alive… things will be better. (That concept took me years to learn how to control. I don’t always wake up thinking the day is going to be good, but I wake up grateful to just be breathing.)

    Here’s my main point. You can cut out family that hurts you. You can cut the cord and walk away from it to keep you safe.

    I have done this on multiple occasions. I have gone months without talking to my mom, and in those months I was the most stable I have ever been. I let my mom back in after those good months, and it turned itself around and find that we are back to square one.

    I’ve been told on numerous occasions “but she’s your mother”. Yes, she’s my mother, and she is the most unstable person in my life and she will drag you down to the deepest part of hell with her. You offer help, she lashes out at you because she things she is fine. She doesn’t have a problem. My mom is incapable of real love. She loves money, she loves her Xanex, and she loves her booze, but she doesn’t ‘love’ her kids.

    My mom has dragged me down so many times, and I can’t keep falling into the cycle. I can’t keep falling apart. My mom is a poison, and I hate that, but I can’t keep hurting myself to be a part of her life, and letting her into mine just because she’s my mother.

    I don’t talk to most of my family members, because most of them are toxic. I have my sister, one of my brothers, my sister in law, my nieces, and a select few friends. They are my family, and they are the only ones that I want. Everyone else I don’t consider family. I consider them attachments. They are my blood relations, but not my family.

    I created my own family. I created my own stability.

    It’s okay to walk away when it’s the only choice. You can stand and fight (which I did for years), but if they aren’t going to be open for change within themselves, nothing is going to get better. Don’t let yourself sink into despair because someone is dragging you down.

    Family is relative word. Find your own & create your own happiness.

    Maybe you think it’s wrong, but like I stated before, your mental health is more important than a superficial relationship assumed on you and another human being because the world perceives it as being ‘right’. If you have a parent, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, or just a general person in your life that is hurting you, guilt tripping you into not leaving, it’s okay to stop the cycle, it’s okay to say “no more”. It’s okay to put your foot down and walk the fuck away.

    Your mental health comes first.

     
  12. The first innovative bicycle path in the Netherlands will be paved with light stones that will charge during the day and emit light during the evening. The path will run by the home that Vincent van Gogh lived in from 1883-5.

    (Source: anorsexic, via dutchster)

     

  13. urulokid:

    do not pity the dead harry. pity the living. and above all, pity those who leave the theater before the credits are finished completely rolling on a marvel film

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  14. "Don’t marry him because you “love” him. Don’t marry him because he ignites some flame, only to blow it out later. Don’t marry him because “you’ve never felt like this before.” Or because you feel the highest form of happiness only to be followed by sinking depression. Don’t be with him because he’s a challenge and because he makes your head hurt at night. Marry him, because he’s stable. Because you’re not afraid to talk about your problems. Because he speaks the truth and doesn’t try to conjure up a happy illusion. Because you still feel happy, complete and reassured. But for pete’s sake, don’t marry him because you “love” him."
     

  15. "

    Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming:

    1. The Girl Who Takes Up Too Much Space, always, her shoulders too wide in stairwells, her hips too big in doorways, her voice too loud in classes. This woman does not understand the art of crumbling, of curling herself tight like the spiral of a fern, soft, delicate, unwilling to reach out the ivy of her fingers to grasp onto what should rightfully be hers. This is a beast, an elephant, a moving mountain and she is capable of flattening you, she is capable of ruining you, she is capable of making you feel as small and insignificant in her life as she is supposed to be. You are this woman’s footnote to history, you are her side note in song lyrics, you are constantly interrupted by her with a witty joke you wish you thought of. I asked what the problem was with being a steamroller instead of a sunflower and I was laughed down.

    2. The Beautiful One, the long hair or the slim waist or the pretty eyes or the lips like bowstrings. This woman looks good in everything because she’s confident in whatever you put her in. She’ll cut her hair short on you no matter how you like it, she’ll wear high heels and step on your opinions, she’ll look hot as hell no matter what size she is. See, the reason you can’t trust her is because women like this don’t need your permission, they’ll do as they please and get away with it. They’ll say no to you, over and over. Teach your daughters that beautiful means dangerous, teach them to distrust women who love themselves. Equate beautiful with vapid, equate pretty with stupid, take their power from them. Say they’re vain for their makeup, refuse to see them without it. These women are snakes, they are serpents. I said maybe the problem lies with you being unable to control yourself and was told to get off my pedestal.

    3. A Bitch. Women are supposed to be ladies in the street but will tear skin under sheets. I’m told: Never raise your voice. Speak gently. Submit. Hold your opinion against your lips and when you admit to it, make sure it comes out as a butterfly wing suggestion. Don’t disagree. Don’t undermine someone else’s authority, regardless of whether or not they deserve your respect. Someone touches you, just move away from them. Don’t hit. Don’t talk back. Be like the ruins of Rome, only beautiful if you can’t hear your quiet death.

    4. The Needy One. I have heard how others spit when they talk about how she gave you everything and you shoved it back down her throat until she choked on it, until she came back crawling and asked you what she did, until her palms and knees were scraped for want of just a little affection - never be this woman, I’m told, because she’s a joke and the joke is that she dared to have more emotion than you did. The truth is, I’m told, the one who cares less in a partnership is the one who wins. I didn’t know this was a competition.

    5. The Cock Tease, certified stripper, how dare that girl look like that and not want me to sleep with her. Lust is always personified as a lady in red with a dress slit up her thigh. Lust is sinful because it’s power, it’s not asking for attention - it’s demanding it. I’m told she is the worst kind of woman, that looking good is supposed to be some kind of shame on her kin. I’m told not to leave the house in such a short skirt, not with a shirt so low, not with a lace back, not with high heels, not dressed like that. My lipstick can’t be too red, my hair can’t be too mussed, I can’t just “turn someone on like that and then leave them wanting.” I mentioned that instant gratification actually ruins our psyche and was told that being led on was “exhausting.” I said that there was a difference between purposefully tricking someone into liking you and just being attractive or friendly. I was told there’s also a difference between coffee and tea but both result in caffeine. I said, “I’ve been turned on in class by the girls I talk to but I didn’t expect anything from them,” and they said, “It’s different, you’re not a man,” but couldn’t explain where that difference was.

    6. A Slut, obviously ruined by another person’s touch. It doesn’t matter how many people she’s actually been with, it’s all about the rumors she carries with her. Easy. Harlot. You’ll still try to get with her, you’ll still take her into your bed and kiss her and say things you don’t mean - but you’ll defame her name when you talk to your buddies. My father used to say “A slut is fine for the night, but the virgin is who you take home and marry.” Maybe he didn’t know he was teaching his daughter to hate her sexuality. Maybe he didn’t know that every time she’d be kissed, her whole system would shake until she felt ready to combust, shame and self-hatred shivering against her spine. Maybe he didn’t know she’d disconnect emotions and sex because he always told her, “Boys are different, they won’t care about you.” Nobody said to her that it was okay to experiment. See, the funny thing is, I’m a dancer so I know exactly where my center of gravity is. I know how hard I’ll fall in each direction. Yet out of fear of getting hurt, I won’t let a single person inside of my bed.

    7. The Soulmate. Never love romance more than you love being cynical. Never show weakness, never like pink, never think maybe you might find someone nice and settle down with them. Someone will find you, I was told, And if you’re lucky, he’ll put up with you when you start getting old. Never be the woman who believes in happily ever after, never be dumb enough to think maybe someone could love you after all of your mistakes. It has nothing to do with whether or not a family is important to you and you’re in a good place where a relationship would make your life better - you’re not a princess. You don’t get married, you settle.

    8. The Girl With Strength, who can outrun everyone and who is stronger than her boyfriend. “See the thing about boys,” says my daddy, “Is that you have to let them win.” I sat at home and read stories about Artemis and wanted to become the huntress, too. I wanted to howl at the moon, I wanted to slay the beasts that bested me, I wanted to rule my kingdom with bloody fists. But girls are never athletes, never supposed to be “built,” regardless of the fact civilizations were constructed on our spines and we made homes in war by the steel of our ribs. Never be strong. We are supposed to wilt.

    9. The Lady CEO: because if you choose work over family, are you really a girl? How dare you fight your way to the top through every pair of eyes that bore through your blouse, through every meeting where you were hushed by the sound of someone else talking, through every time someone called you “sweetie,” how dare you yearn for something. Is your husband the stay-at-home one? I can’t imagine how that is going. He’s not a real man, after all. I don’t give it long before the divorce. How dare you decide you’re happy being single. Don’t you know you’re supposed to bear children. Where is your honor? Where is your wisdom? Who cares if you are the leader, the best suited for your position, the quickest-thinking, the one who makes the hardest clients come back again. Don’t you see? Across history, women have been terrible at success. They always lose their man in the end. (When I said, “I would rather be a famous author than a mediocre mother,” I was told, “No, don’t worry, you’ll be a fine mommy.”)

    10. THE GIRL I AM: FIRECRACKER AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND I WON’T FUCKING REGRET IT I’M NOT YOUR PRETTY GIRL I’M NOT YOUR ANYTHING I’M PERFECT, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP WHAT I’M DOING. I DON’T WANT TO BE “LADYLIKE” THAT LITERALLY MEANS NOTHING I’M NOT GOING TO STOP STANDING UP AND DEMANDING WHAT’S COMING TO ME. I’M GONNA BE SOMEBODY. I’M GONNA MAKE THEM REMEMBER ME. I REFUSE TO BE OVERSHADOWED IN HISTORY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO CREATE BUT YOU MADE ME A DRAGON YOU PUT ME IN THE FIRE AND WHEN I STOPPED BURNING I LEARNED HOW TO GLOW DON’T THINK YOU CAN STOP ME YOU CAN’T TAME A TORNADO.

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    In respectful response to a poem tilted, “Ten men women have warned me against becoming." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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