OMG WHAT DID I DO!?
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I LEARNED A THING
My life ends after I turn 22. No more college, no more DCI, no more winter guard. Just being an adult. However, "motvation is just your dreams putting on work clothes."
is there such a thing as too much high def?
I’m not gonna lie- reblogging this almost solely to look at the velvet bodice
The details in the FABRIC. I CAN FEEL IT.
Her hair… her hair hAS THE START OF FLYAWAY STRANDS OHMYGOD SHE IS IMPERFECTLY PERFECT!
she even has a crack in her lips i am going to cry
Seizure First Aid.
Learn it. Share it. Know it. Use it.
100% correct medical information on tumblr for once; also consider calling 911 if you don’t know how often the person has seizures and ESPECIALLY if the seizure has lasted 5 minutes or more (which is why the watch is critical)
is there someone who could transcribe these.
also if this is happening in a room setting (like a classroom or something), try and clear everyone out of the room bc when the person having the seizure stops its likely they would’ve had a bowel movement or peed themselves and it can obviously be very embarrassing and coming to and seeing a bunch of people watching you isn’t reassuring
"The rape joke is that you were eight.
The rape joke is that at the time,
you didn’t know people had sex to express love.
The rape joke is that the only other person
who’d seen you naked was your mom.
The rape joke is that he called you ‘beautiful’ first.
The rape joke is that he held your hands together
and told you to ‘try harder’ when you struggled.
The rape joke is that you believed him
when he told you were overreacting.
The rape joke is that your grandma
called him a nice boy and asked him to stay for dinner.
The rape joke is that he winked at you
when you apologized to your parents for not coming
downstairs the first time you were called.
The rape joke is that his friends
high-fived him for “getting some.”
The rape joke is that you still don’t feel like
you’ve regrown the pieces he stole.
The rape joke is that he was conceived when his
dad slapped himself into his snoring mother.
The rape joke is that her friends told her
she was lucky someone wanted her.
The rape joke is that each year in the United States,
32,000 other women’s bellies
ripen with life against their will.
The rape joke is that he never learned
to touch without scarring.
The rape joke is that your classmate thinks
‘have you seen what asses look like in yoga pants?’
is an argument.
The rape joke is your new boyfriend kissing
you and telling you he ‘raped’ his math test.
The rape joke is that ‘Why are girls so scared of rape? Y’all should feel pride that a guy risked his life in jail just to fuck you’
is a popular Tweet right now.
The rape joke is that you wake up to
the memory of him laughing,
“now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
The rape joke is that it’s been twelve years and
you still quiver when someone touches you.
The rape joke is that he hasn’t stopped laughing.
The rape joke is that you forgot how to."
I Acknowledge A War On Women Exists Facebook page (via malesexistbehavior)
this is mesmerizing.
non equine blogs have reblogged this? Because that’s really cool because horses and stuff.
Alright this is absolutely fantastic
But can we talk about how either 51,231 people have seen someone die or a bunch of people just reblogged a loop gif of a hurdle
Hello I am from tumblr and I understood that reference that you have just made
im so confused and i demand to be informed
I don’t see how a gif of the forest is helping anyone.
Do not fucking start!
Are you blind? It’s a gif of Harry and Luna. Not my favourite ship but hey, to each their own.
"My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.