Shadow Kissed.

GUYS I WAS AT THE LEAFS GAME WHEN THIS HAPPENED I WAS CRYING

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raichurocks:

heyitsjanesdiary:

After changing to fit into society, you are eventually going to want your old self back sooner or later

This. This is powerful.

And it makes me feel sad 

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cockringtoss:

in other news an artist in wisconsin made a portrait of the former pope benedict

it is made of condoms

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ablogorsomething:

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yeahyareads:

justgetalongbitches:

Typewriter Keyboard?

WANT!

OMG, this is actually beautiful…

if it makes those delightful clicking noises I’m sold

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sh4ne:

echidna-boy:

echidna-boy:

So you know how there’s that post saying how people should invent birth control for men? (Take bullets out of a gun, not put on a bullet proof best) Well here it is. If some of you had actually researched it for like, 5mins, you would’ve actually found it.

Here’s the link:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/2012/04/03/male-birth-control-reversible_n_1400708.html

To put it simply, the whole procedure takes about 15mins and lasts 10 years with a 100% success rate.

After an anesthetic, there’s an injection of some sperm-killing gel (Vasal Gel) into the male vas deferens. If the guy wants it reversed, he can get another shot which does that.

So, spread the word or something, but here it is.

How this post hasn’t gone viral by now is fucking beyond me.

you can’t say that about your own post

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thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 

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the-fandoms-are-cool:

I felt the narrative was strong enough to make rebloggable

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hypocrisy-at-best:

thewifeandwife:

dyke-recovery:

malditafeminista:

carryon-deducing-inthetardis:

malditafeminista:

patriarchy in action

I don’t know if you know this but

men can lose their virginity too 

I don’t know if you know this, but society doesn’t place any fucking value on men’s virginity…nor has it ever systemically trained men to think of themselves as only being worthy of marriage if they’re still a virgin.

Society doesn’t tell men they’re tainted or dirty when they lose their virginity it praises them.

Society’s never PAID men’s families for their virginity…NOR HAS IT EVER PROMISED WOMEN who do good that they’ll get to “have sex with a 1000 virgin men” when they go to heaven.

GET THE FUCK OUT MY REBLOGS WITH YOUR BASIC ASS SHENANIGANS.

……………this is dumb. 

men need to lose their virginity in order to be accepted by most of society…

the whole concept of virginity is stupid. on both sides. 

a girl is not a slut if she’s not a virgin

and a guy is not a pussy if he is. 

it doesn’t fuckin matter

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