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Employee health appointment today.
Big things are happening, guys. Big things.

"Yes, poor little old you. There we were, discussing rape, violence against women, systemic oppression and other manifestations of sexism, and you had to jump in to remind us that “not all men” do these things. Why don’t you really say what you want to say? “I HAVE NEVER RAPED/HIT/ASSAULTED A WOMAN!” Right? Isn’t this what you really want to say? Yes, make a discussion that is about the plight of MILLIONS of women about poor little old you. I mean, millions of women are being assaulted and oppressed, but you’ve never done it, so why are we making you uncomfortable with these discussions?"

Brenda Wambui breaking down the ridiculous “Not all men!” phrase over at Medium. Top-notch work. (via itmac)

(via rapeculturerealities)

lyshaeskro:

agentlewoman:

the eels | can’t help falling in love (elvis cover) 

(via chamberlain)

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"Dozens of people go to [God] to be cured of some one particular sin which they are ashamed of (like masturbation or physical cowardice) or which is obviously spoiling daily life (like bad temper or drunkenness). Well, He will cure it alright: but He will not stop there. That may be all you ask; but if once you call Him in, He will give you the full treatment. That is why He warned people to ‘count the cost’ before becoming Christians. ‘Make no mistake,’ He says, ‘If you let me, I will make you perfect. The moment you put yourself in My hands, that is what you are in for. Nothing less or other than that.’"

CS Lewis, Mere Christianity (via hannaoliviaway)

//masturbation is not a sin. neither is physical cowardice.

mustangblood:

And this is not a compliment. I think you’re very clever at making every experience sound poetic, without the introspection it takes to really feel the weight of what you’re saying. You store up pretty words and have them loaded to fire into me when you have an opportunity. It’s a formula— a hunt— rather than a fluid exchange of sentiments. Pretty words are not always genuine, and even when it seems harmless to use them emptily, you are undermining your ability to speak with true conviction when it matters. Do not use your stockpile of metaphors on me. Tell me what is coming to you right now, when you look me straight in the eye.
You could never do that, could you?

mustangblood:

And this is not a compliment. I think you’re very clever at making every experience sound poetic, without the introspection it takes to really feel the weight of what you’re saying. You store up pretty words and have them loaded to fire into me when you have an opportunity. It’s a formula— a hunt— rather than a fluid exchange of sentiments. Pretty words are not always genuine, and even when it seems harmless to use them emptily, you are undermining your ability to speak with true conviction when it matters. Do not use your stockpile of metaphors on me. Tell me what is coming to you right now, when you look me straight in the eye.

You could never do that, could you?

sellmysoulforrocknroll:

Oh, Clark….

sellmysoulforrocknroll:

Oh, Clark….

(Source: makemestfu, via nettleandhoney)

natgeofound:

A boy sells lemonade from his front yard stand on Main Street in Aspen, Colorado, 1973.
Photograph by Dick Durrance II

natgeofound:

A boy sells lemonade from his front yard stand on Main Street in Aspen, Colorado, 1973.

Photograph by Dick Durrance II

(via up-the-wolves)

  • elementary school: reads at a middle school level
  • middle school: reads at a high school level
  • high school: reads at a college level
  • college: re-reads Harry Potter

"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."

//always reblog

(Source: gallifreyburning, via ironworthstriking)

winsomehollow:

phoebe wahl

winsomehollow:

phoebe wahl

(via jrdnnwlkr)

nedsseveredhead:

I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.

(via ironworthstriking)

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jrdnnwlkr:

If you ever had to do a striptease, this would be the song.

jrdnnwlkr:

If you ever had to do a striptease, this would be the song.

nursegif:

WHAT SELF CARE REALLY LOOKS LIKE

nursegif:

WHAT SELF CARE REALLY LOOKS LIKE

(via ironworthstriking)