I was perfectly fine
Before the texts, the calls, the video chats
Somewhere between talking to you again and letting your drunkass kiss me
Or was it when you disappeared and I searched for hours fearing the worst
That I managed to pull out some stuff I thought were safely buried deep in my subconscious
Things that keep me from being perfectly fine when I don't hear from you during the day
Things that keep me up at 2 am trying to find an outlet for these frustrations
Which parts of myself must I kill again to be perfectly fine
thunderpopcola: Let me tell you a story. I was never the girl that boys wrote love songs for never...
Let me tell you a story. I was never the girl that boys wrote love songs for never the girl that had the world yoyoed around her fingers, never the girl that spent midnights on the beach with red plastic cups in her hands I was the girl that spent recess on the swings, my palms stretched around chains that locked me to the earth and swung me to the stars I was the girl that hid behind four corners of a novel because words have always been more patience than people I was the girl that held the superpower of invisibility behind the cloak of indifference.
On my yearbook, they would write: "You rock, don't ever change." But how do you listen when you stare at your reflection in mirrors and only see a paper crane falling apart at the seams? I told myself what no one else would tell me, I said, "Your body is made of ivory bridges beneath the pavement of skin, You are the causeway to every destination where you go and what you do is entirely up to you." I said, "If you don't like the route you're taking, the car you're driving, the world you're in, you can change it. If you don't like you, you can change it.
You want to be a writer, so let this life be your work of art. You are the poet and the poem, the conductor and the orchestra. Write your life like you would read it. Remember that every line within you can be crossed out, every noun not needed, every adjective all wrong. Throw yourself down unexpected roads, turn right when you want to go left. Remember that it's okay to take more than one route, it's okay to be more than one genre. You're allowed to sit down on park benches reading Bukowski at midnight and stand up listening to Kayne. You're allowed to always wear black when your favorite color is pink. You're allowed to be a sonnet and also a country song." I told the girl filled with self-hate, "It's okay, this is only the first draft.""
— Kelsey Danielle, "First Draft"
Photo
scienceyoucanlove: Then: The Society began supporting Jane...
Then:
The Society began supporting Jane Goodall in 1961. Her discoveries were startling: She had seen chimpanzees—assumed to be vegetarians—stalk, kill, and eat other animals. She had watched them strip the leaves from twigs, insert the sticks into termite mounds, and fish out delectable snacks. This meant chimps were not only using tools, but fashioning them as well, a trait previously considered exclusively human.
Now:
Jane is determined to use just about every minute she has working to save chimpanzees and to empower people young and old to do what they can for a better world. The Jane Goodall Institute is helping to mentor a new generation of chimp researchers. She travels to Gombe at least twice a year to "recharge her batteries" and see what her chimpanzees are up to. "When I'm on my own at Gombe now, I can easily recapture how I felt at 26, when all the world was new," she says. "There's still a spiritual power there. I can breathe it in."
Over the course of 50 years Jane has witnessed the lives of three generations of chimpanzees. The dream that she set in motion lives on, and her partnership with National Geographic continues.
everyonelovesrobots: mechanicallyseparatedchicken: nostopdasgay...
One of the best fanarts I've ever seen in my whole life. Remember when Velma and Johnny kinda hooked up in the old Cartoon Network commercials? Well. This.
they are perfect
there was actually an episode of Johnny Bravo where he met Scooby Doo.
I STILL SHIP THIS
desaispanos: Attack on Titan now has it's own photo meme. Damn...
Attack on Titan now has it's own photo meme.
Damn it, Japan. I wish I knew how to quit you.
desolve: It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change...
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
Photo
Robb Stark (S01E01-S03E09): "I am no longer a boy, Mother"
Robb Stark (S01E01-S03E09): "I am no longer a boy, Mother"
neil-gaiman: In case you missed it…
In case you missed it…
holyarchitect: soilwitch: WHAT IS HAPPENING IN ISTANBUL from:...
WHAT IS HAPPENING IN ISTANBUL
from: http://defnesumanblogs.com/To my friends who live outside of Turkey:
I am writing to let you know what is going on in Istanbul for the last five days. I personally have to write this because most of the media sources are shut down by the government and the word of mouth and the internet are the only ways left for us to explain ourselves and call for help and support.
Four days ago a group of people who did not belong to any specific organization or ideology got together in Istanbul's Gezi Park. Among them there were many of my friends and students. Their reason was simple: To prevent and protest the upcoming demolishing of the park for the sake of building yet another shopping mall at very center of the city. There are numerous shopping malls in Istanbul, at least one in every neighborhood! The tearing down of the trees was supposed to begin early Thursday morning. People went to the park with their blankets, books and children. They put their tents down and spent the night under the trees. Early in the morning when the bulldozers started to pull the hundred-year-old trees out of the ground, they stood up against them to stop the operation.
They did nothing other than standing in front of the machines.
No newspaper, no television channel was there to report the protest. It was a complete media black out.
But the police arrived with water cannon vehicles and pepper spray. They chased the crowds out of the park.
In the evening the number of protesters multiplied. So did the number of police forces around the park. Meanwhile local government of Istanbul shut down all the ways leading up to Taksim square where the Gezi Park is located. The metro was shut down, ferries were cancelled, roads were blocked.
Yet more and more people made their way up to the center of the city by walking.
They came from all around Istanbul. They came from all different backgrounds, different ideologies, different religions. They all gathered to prevent the demolition of something bigger than the park:
The right to live as honorable citizens of this country.
They gathered and marched. Police chased them with pepper spray and tear gas and drove their tanks over people who offered the police food in return. Two young people were run over by the tanks and were killed. Another young woman, a friend of mine, was hit in the head by one of the incoming tear gas canisters. The police were shooting them straight into the crowd. After a three hour operation she is still in Intensive Care Unit and in very critical condition. As I write this we don't know if she is going to make it. This blog is dedicated to her.
These people are my friends. They are my students, my relatives. They have no «hidden agenda» as the state likes to say. Their agenda is out there. It is very clear. The whole country is being sold to corporations by the government, for the construction of malls, luxury condominiums, freeways, dams and nuclear plants. The government is looking for (and creating when necessary) any excuse to attack Syria against its people's will.
On top of all that, the government control over its people's personal lives has become unbearable as of late. The state, under its conservative agenda passed many laws and regulations concerning abortion, cesarean birth, sale and use of alcohol and even the color of lipstick worn by the airline stewardesses.
People who are marching to the center of Istanbul are demanding their right to live freely and receive justice, protection and respect from the State. They demand to be involved in the decision-making processes about the city they live in.
What they have received instead is excessive force and enormous amounts of tear gas shot straight into their faces. Three people lost their eyes.
Yet they still march. Hundred of thousands join them. Couple of more thousand passed the Bosporus Bridge on foot to support the people of Taksim.
No newspaper or TV channel was there to report the events. They were busy with broadcasting news about Miss Turkey and "the strangest cat of the world".
Police kept chasing people and spraying them with pepper spray to an extent that stray dogs and cats were poisoned and died by it.
Schools, hospitals and even 5 star hotels around Taksim Square opened their doors to the injured. Doctors filled the classrooms and hotel rooms to provide first aid. Some police officers refused to spray innocent people with tear gas and quit their jobs. Around the square they placed jammers to prevent internet connection and 3g networks were blocked. Residents and businesses in the area provided free wireless network for the people on the streets. Restaurants offered food and water for free.
People in Ankara and İzmir gathered on the streets to support the resistance in Istanbul.
Mainstream media kept showing Miss Turkey and "the strangest cat of the world".
***
I am writing this letter so that you know what is going on in Istanbul. Mass media will not tell you any of this. Not in my country at least. Please post as many as articles as you see on the Internet and spread the word.
As I was posting articles that explained what is happening in Istanbul on my Facebook page last night someone asked me the following question:
«What are you hoping to gain by complaining about our country to foreigners?»
This blog is my answer to her.
By so called «complaining» about my country I am hoping to gain:
Freedom of expression and speech,
Respect for human rights,
Control over the decisions I make concerning my on my body,
The right to legally congregate in any part of the city without being considered a terrorist.
But most of all by spreading the word to you, my friends who live in other parts of the world, I am hoping to get your awareness, support and help!
Please spread the word and share this blog.
Thank you!
For futher info and things you can do for help please see Amnesty International's Call for Urgent Help
All right, don't stop spreading this!
scienceyoucanlove: scinerds: ikenbot: delarealidadd: michaelk...
Learn more about the Turkish government's violent attacks on peaceful protesters. Educate yourself and spread the word. This is real. This is happening. This is unacceptable. We cannot remain silent.
Government Intolerance of Free Speech, Assembly Triggers Demonstrations: http://www.hrw.org/news/2013/06/01/turkey-end-police-violence-protests
In Turkey, at least 100 injured as police clash with protesters at Gezi Park: http://uk.reuters.com/article/2013/05/31/uk-turkey-protests-idUKBRE94U0JA20130531
As Istanbul protests continue, government turns off live camera feeds from Taksim: https://www.accessnow.org/blog/2013/06/01/as-istanbul-protests-continue-government-turns-off-live-camera-feeds-from-t
Turkey must halt brutal police repression and investigate abuses at Istanbul protest: http://www.amnestyusa.org/news/news-item/turkey-must-halt-brutal-police-repression-and-investigate-abuses-at-istanbul-protest
Horrendous, violent attacks from the government against peaceful protesters in Istanbul: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyyI3kTvVCs
Turkish police have violently attacked peaceful protesters: http://vimeo.com/67432788
Ask the White House to condemn the actions taken against peaceful protesters in Istanbul: https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/condemn-actions-taken-against-peaceful-protesters-istanbul-turkey/zDGtGCDZ
On Second Day, Anti-Government Protests Swell In Turkey: http://www.nprberlin.de/post/second-day-anti-government-protests-swell-turkey
Turkish demonstrators spark worldwide solidarity protests: http://www.timesofisrael.com/turkish-demonstrators-spark-worldwide-solidarity-protests/solidarity.
bump
Not science but who cares, signal boosting.
^Same. Coming from a war torn country, it really hurts me to see people treated in this manor.
thedreadvampy: you-me-and-albert: nateehaak: Wolf...
Wolf hybrid
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT ONE OF THOSE TOO
I MADE NOISES THAT WERE NOT HUMAN
FLAILING WILDLY
I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT
HE WOULD BE MY BEST FRIEND I WOULD CALL HIM YSENGRIN
DIREWOLVES ARE REAL
This would make a nice tat
This would make a nice tat
missinglinc: sj87: princesspunani: docdidit: beautytruthfreed...
sj87:
watch this video. it is only one minute and it will make you very very happy :)
Best shit I've ever seen.
Og was gigging
stop it lmaoooo
OMFGGGGG!!!!! HE BETTER GET THAT SHIT!!!! THIS WAS TOO FUCKING DOPE!!!!
I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEDED THIS!!!!!
Photo
thedaisiestdaisy: laserscrewdriver: AVENGE ME HAMLETFOR I WAS...
AVENGE ME HAMLET
FOR I WAS KILLED BY YOUR UNCLE, AND MY BROTHERA MOST FOWL AND UNNATURAL MURDER
the-absolute-best-posts: Water Nymph (by Linnéasdreams) This...
Water Nymph (by Linnéasdreams)
This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.
raw-r-evolution: wigglesjessie: laceandlogic: fallinoutoforbit...
I give this kid an A++
Win.
A+
Standardized testing.
m0iety: Tippi Degré: Girl Who Grew Up in African Wildlife Born...
Tippi Degré: Girl Who Grew Up in African Wildlife
Born to two French wildlife photographer parents, Tippi spent her childhood living in the deserts of Namibia. There, she befriended an elephant named Abu, a leopard nicknamed J&B, crocodiles, lion cubs, giraffes, an ostrich, meerkats, a baby zebra, a cheetah, a Caracal, a snake, giant bullfrogs, and many other untamed animals of the wild.
"I don't have friends here. Because I never see children. So the animals are my friends," she once said.
Furthermore, she also became friends with the Bushmen and the Himba tribes-people of the Kalahari, who taught her how to survive on roots and berries, and to speak their language.
Tippi is now 23 years old, and has published a book titled Tippi of Africa, where she has documented her unique childhood.
Комментариев нет:
Отправить комментарий