“DREAMING WHALE” by Juhyun Yu + Changbong Heo
Anne McClintock (via burnedbanksia)
FANGIRL CHALLENGE || (8/100) Movies » Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
↳ "I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You’re not a bad person. You’re a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are."
This image is one of the most powerful pro-choice images I’ve ever seen. When I saw it in the newspaper I immediately cut it out and hung it on my wall.
This is not my image. I’m using it with permission from Arthur Newspaper.
The sad part is a lot of people don’t even understand what the hanger represents. Awful.
Imagine untwisting a wire clothes hanger and shoving it up your vagina. OUCH. Farther in than a penis or tampon and up through that little hole and into your uterus. Imagine how many cuts you would get INSIDE. Scraping the walls of your uterus, shedding the lining much like a period only A MILLION TIMES MORE PAINFUL.
Women have done this for hundreds of years. Women still do this today.
WOMEN SHOULD NOT HAVE TO DO THIS IF THEY WANT TO END A PREGNANCY BECAUSE THERE ARE SAFE VIRTUALLY PAINLESS OPTIONS AVAILABLE.
WHEN GOVERNMENTS TAKE THESE SAFE AND LEGAL OPTIONS AWAY,
The governments trying to “reduce the number of abortions” are not going to succeed. They will reduce the number of SAFE abortions, increase the number of DEAD WOMEN, and the amount of unwanted children who CANNOT BE CARED FOR will rise. In turn costing the government more money than these “pro-lifers” are trying to save. It’s just absolutely sickening to me that this is still going on, that it ever started in the first place, and that there are people WHO STILL DON’T GET IT.
it ok to not be ready
Please spread this shit like wildfire. People go on and sit through the whole experience and they’re uncomfortable because they just want to please their partner and they don’t tell them that they want to stop because they are not ready. It’s okay not to be ready.
notice here that consent is revoked without ever saying no and consent goes so far beyond yes/no!!!!!!
VICTORIAN MOURNING JEWELRY
During the Victorian era, it was common to wear “mourning jewelry”. This jewelry typically included hair from deceased loved one.
The deceased loved one’s hair would be carefully arranged within the brooch, often creating intricate pictures or designs.
Hair was considered to be an ideal keepsake, since it does not break down over time.
My grandmother has a small family collection of similar items which she calls her “hairlooms.”
This is one tradition that my family has used to memorialize the various dogs that have graced our house with their long-term presence.
It means there are envelopes of dog hair hidden away in boxes with albums and other keepsake-ish stuff, and since I usually forget what is in the unlabeled envelope, I’ll open it and…cry for a while, because even though I know in theory there are some fuzzy remainders of dead companions around the house, I never expect to fucking find them…
you’d think I’d learn by now not to open the unlabeled envelope, or the envelope with something that’s not paper or stamps etc…
I have this problem with my mistakes. I never learn from them.
I’d like to, I try to, it’s just that nothing seems to stick.
I feel like I’m caught in this constant cycle of dealing with the same problem every few days/weeks/months depending on the problem, and I know I’ve pretty much burned through a year in Bloomington in this angsty waiting-for-something-to-happen-while-paralyzed-by-fear-so-nothing-will-happen holding pattern, and, to put it mildly, that pattern needs to be shattered if I ever want to make any progress on the things which I pretty much have two months (less than that) to finish, because the last…year…has been pissed away worrying about how the hell I’m going to write my thesis…instead of actually, you know, writing my thesis.
So if you’re going into grad school…be smarter than me…do the fucking work, don’t let yourself get bogged down in your own fears…
because then you won’t get fucking anywhere, and you can fucking go places, if you actually make the effort to go there. Sit on a couch and panic, tumblr, and burn through your netflix queue, and the only place you’ll go to is absolutely fucking nowhere forward, possibly backward, maybe losing some of those study habits that made you so fucking brilliant in undergraduate work…
Have half a brain, don’t be like me.