oxfordcommaforever:

We must be intolerant of intolerance

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liddrose:

listen. cut off your hair. cut off all your damn hair. do you ever hear a man wondering if he’s too ugly to have short hair? no!!! there is no such thing as too ugly to have short hair. if you don’t want your hair, just cut off your hair. it feels so so so good. 

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yoralim:

The tiny ceramic dwarfs deserve all the love//

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charlatan:

Help me get top surgery!

Gang, I sold some of my beloved violins and am now only $1,800 away from my surgery costs!  I am so close I can taste it but again it’s less than 2 months away and this is really dying down, which sucks a ton.  Please keep sharing!  I’m super relying on this for funding, and also super relying on this surgery to be able to stop dying every day after binding for 5 straight years lmao…

But please share!  And you can donate here!

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mademoiselleenjolras:

pencilbent:

if-only-angels-could-prevail:

the saddest sight in the world is a married couple at a musical and the wife is super excited and happy and the husband looks like he was dragged along and he’s making a big deal about how much he doesn’t want to be there and the wife gets embarrassed or ashamed. this isn’t a funny post, it’s actually heartbreaking and i see it happen at like every other musical i attend.

Yeah, as an usher what makes me sad is when I see wives clearly dressed in their Sunday best, beaming and buying merch and smiling at me as I hand them a program, toting some guy dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt who declines a program. And that’s at least a quarter of the couples who come in or more. Like come on man, she really loves this stuff, can’t you try to enjoy it for her at least?

About as bad as when you see a big-eyed kid who looks like this is the greatest day of their life, all excited to see this show, and their parent/grandparent/aunt/Cousin/Friend/whoever they convinced to take them keeps making fun of them and saying how dumb or ridiculous they’re being. For Gods sake, this is a person you care about and this is a thing that means a lot to them. Smile, get off your phone, and be happy for them.

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happinessamplified:

I need to tell myself this more but


slow ≠ unintelligent


slow. does not. equal. unintelligent.


Just because my mind processes at a slower pace does *not* mean that I am “dumb” or “stupid”. Having that implied to me has led me to believe that I *am* dumb, and stupid, and not smart. I need to tell myself more that that isn’t true. I’m one of the wisest, smartest, and wittiest people I know. Simply processing it all slower doesn’t mean that I’m unaware of anything at all.

You don’t have to be a quick-minded whiz kid to be even remotely considered “smart” or “gifted” or “talented”. You are just as intelligent and amazing and powerful if you can’t quickly outwardly formulate the ideas you want to express, or the jokes you want to share.

Slow ≠ unintelligent.

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bloodytales:

Teach boys about periods

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.

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