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I’m watching the Africa BBC documentary series with David Attenborough, and there’s a part where he’s talking about the swamps in east Africa. I’m excited and shit. Learning about new animals and enjoying little creatures live their live.
And then comes this mother-fucker right here:
This cruel bitch has TWO babies. One is all good and healthy, and the other is sickly. And I’m all “oh, survival of the fittest got it all good.”
BUT THEN my boy David goes all, “but this reveals a dark side. This isn’t a normal sibling rivalry.”
Turns out the healthy little fucker is literally PECKING THE HELL out of the little sick one to keep him sick. And I’m mad as hell. Like, fuck you little healthy fucker. Poor little sick baby.
AND THEN David says, “the mother sees what’s happening with the siblings,” and the little sick baby goes to its mother to be comforted, AND THIS HEARTLESS BITCH TURNS HER BACK ON HER POOR BULLIED BABY AND GIVES THE HEALTHY LITTLE ASSHOLE ALL OF THE WATER!!!
And I was all
And now I want to find every abandoned little sick shoebill baby and love it the way it deserves.
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Okay, so Dr. Seuss, right?
People always talk about how great The Lorax is because it a wonderful book about saving the planet and environmental protection, right? (And don’t misunderstand, I fucking love the Lorax. My mom read it to me every night for at least a year)
Okay, well in 1984, my man Seuss literally wrote a book about how fucking stupid the Cold War was. It’s called The Butter Battle Book. And it is wonderful. Please read it. Watch the TV SPECIAL that was made. It is the best anti-war book I’ve ever read.
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Depression is not romantic. It’s not some beautiful lost soul. Suicide is not an angel trying to return home. It’s ugly. It’s torture. It hurts everyday. It’s huddling in a ball trying to convince yourself that you matter. It’s fighting constantly with a part of yourself that says you’ll never be good enough and, it doesn’t matter because no one cares about you anyways. Every single day is a struggle. You can’t sleep. You sleep too much. You don’t eat. You don’t care enough to shower or brush your teeth. It’s like walking through a fog. You hate yourself and you wish you were stronger. You hate the people that don’t have to deal with mental illness. Don’t romanticize mental illness. And don’t fucking tell people that they don’t matter.
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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS
This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.
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Here’s my #faithinhumanityrestored story: today at work was miserable. I wasn’t feeling well (allergies and a touch of lady probs) and I had a lot of work to do, so I was extra exhausted. The last thirty minutes of my shift, when I had all be given up being productive, a man and his son asked me for some recommendations. I had some suggestions for books, and was later introduced to the mom and daughter, who also wanted some suggestions. The son pointed out this book and asked me if I knew about it. I immediately lit up and told him how much I loved #rickriordan and all of his stuff and how happy I was about this new series. I told him that I had, unfortunately, not read this book, but could not wait for my next paycheck to buy it. The boy picked up the book and added it to his pile. I suggested a few more, and the family, arms full of books, thanked me and went to the registers to pay. About five minutes before my shift ended, I saw the son and daughter walking back up the my information desk, with this book in their hands. “We want you to have this book,” they said. “You helped us find so many great books, and you seemed really excited about this one. This seemed like the perfect thank you for all your help.” Anyone who knows me, knows I’m not an emotional person. I almost cried. I couldn’t believe how sweet these kids were! I thanked them, hugged them (another rare thing for me) and told them to come back soon, so I could give them a proper review of the book. It’s things like this that tell I’ve made the career choice! #lifeofabookseller #arushahandtheendoftime #bookworm
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You know what I really fucking hate?
That, from a young age, I was taught that modesty will get you ignored and anything less will get you raped. I was taught that bras and panty-lines should be invisible, because otherwise, I’m “asking for it.” And it is so ingrained into me, that every day I fret about what to wear and whether or not my outfit that day will provoke a man to rape me. I worry about my long legs and my tiny waist. I worry about girls hating me and men jerking off to me. I worry about my butt being too big. Not because I don’t want to be fat. But because I don’t want to be raped. It’s part of every thing I do. I am so afraid of men looking at me, in case I accidentally ignite the uncontrollable male urges and get taken in some parking lot.
I love crop tops and short skirts and little high waisted shorts. I love bikinis and twirly short dresses, but I am so afraid of being leered at, that I never wear half of the shit in my closet.
THIS is what rape culture is. This is what the patriarchy looks like. Teaching girls of being afraid to be themselves in case they MAKE MEN WANT TO RAPE THEM. So don’t fucking tell me “not all men.”
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There are two types of defiance: blatant & quiet.
I prefer either.
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Scientists invented fabric that makes electricity from motion and sunlight. To create the fabric, researchers at Georgia Tech wove together solar cell fibers with materials that generate power from movement. It could be used in “tents, curtains, or wearable garments,” meaning we’d virtually never be without power. Source
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Does anyone else accidentally starve themselves like oops I haven’t eaten anything in seven hours maybe that’s why I feel so terrible
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Wanna know something hella fucked up about society? Small-breasted women (who tbh, do NOT need to wear bras at all) are forced by society to wear bras. Not only because nipples are shameful, but also because bras make small-breasted women look like their boobs are larger. Society has conditioned us to think that large boobs are the only desirable boobs. My main issues with going braless isn't the nipples; it's the fact that my boobs are not "big enough." And let me tell you something: that is fucking bullshit.
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Because of my anxiety, I have a hard time believing that doing nothing is not a waste of time.
Every time I am not something traditionally “productive,” I have to remind myself over and over that it is okay to relax and do nothing. That relaxing is, in fact, very productive. It’s a constant battle.
I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO RELAX AND BE LAZY ANYMORE!!!
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50 Quotes About Kissing
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Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
—Sylvia Plath
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Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.
—Beau Taplin
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How she felt when he kissed her—like a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.
—Samuel Sullivan Cox
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He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.
—Morgan Llywelyn
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His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.
—Lisa Kleypas
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A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.
—Ingrid Bergman
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And we were kissing like drowning people breathe—like suddenly we’d discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.
—Morgan Matson
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The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
—Guy de Maupassant
9.
I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodka honey.
—Lidia Yuknavitch
10.
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
—Eduardo Galeano
11.
It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.
—Jana Oliver
12.
The first kiss can be as terrifying as the last.
—Daina Chaviano
13.
It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep…a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.
—Lisa Kleypas
14.
You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
—Margaret Mitchell
15.
If you kiss on the first date and it’s not right, then there will be no second date. Sometimes it’s better to hold out and not kiss for a long time. I am a strong believer in kissing being very intimate, and the minute you kiss, the floodgates open for everything else.
—Jennifer Lopez
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My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance—wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.
—Lauren Oliver
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Now a soft kiss—aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
—John Keats
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Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.
—Marilyn Monroe
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It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don’t know where I was, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care because the only person who mattered was there with me.
—Sarah Addison Allen
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How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss and all was said.
—Victor Hugo
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A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a sudden seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.
—Francesca Marciano
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Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before…and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.
—J. K. Rowling
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I’m going to kiss you now, and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.
—Jamie McGuire
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A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.
—Billie Holiday
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He kisses like he’s dying of thirst, and I’m water.
—Jennifer L. Armentrout
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A kiss is a rosy dot over the ‘i’ of loving.
—Cyrano de Bergerac
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Well, it’s either kiss me or kill me, that’s how I see it.
—Tom Waits
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The kiss is neither returned nor exchanged, because it’s free.
—Charles de Leusse
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The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
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My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool.
—Jonathan Swift
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Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when I’m around you it’s a tie between wanting to chase you down—or just kiss you until you can’t breathe.
—Rachel Van Dyken
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Our only kiss was like an accident—a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
—Alice Sebold
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He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time.
—Alex Rosa
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A kiss on the beach when there is a full moon is the closest thing to heaven.
—H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
35.
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye—that was the trouble—I wanted to kiss you good night—and there’s a lot of difference.
—Ernest Hemingway
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His mouth seizes mine. Consuming me. Devouring me. My body moves against his. Harder. Faster. Take me. Take all of me…
—Alexia Russell
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I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.
—Katherine Heigl
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The truth is, I always want to kiss you.
—Alex Rosa
39.
I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
—Michelle Hodkin
40.
Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it…
—Munia Khan
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The lover steals a kiss. He incurs life imprisonment.
—Charles de Leusse
42.
Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.
—Jeff Buckley
43.
It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
—Tahereh Mafi
44.
Kissing—and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing – is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.
—Drew Barrymore
45.
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
—James Joyce
46.
And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.
—Richelle Mead
47.
Boys always like to see girls kiss. I don’t get it; girls don’t want to see boys kiss.
—Dominique Swain
48.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
—Christopher Marlowe
49.
Unfortunately, I like to feel a little stubble when I kiss. Women are too soft.
—Malin Akerman
50.
One day you will kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
—Karen Marie Moning
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Does anyone else get that thing where they look at a person for the first time and think, “yup, I fucking hate your guts” and it cannot be explained it just is
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Sex isn’t always hot and heavy with explosive orgasms
Sex can be a slow burning in the depths of your soul. It can just feel good. To be close to the person you care about. To hold them in your arms and feel them on every inch of you. It doesn’t have to be a sexual awakening EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It doesn’t have to be intense to be good either.
There is so much pressure for women to have orgasms. And I get it. I am 100% on board with women’s rights and orgasms and knowing about our anatomies. It’s all extremely important (clits exists; let’s use them).
BUT, as someone with anxiety, the pressure to have AMAZING SEX is so overwhelming that, often, I don’t even ENJOY sex. And it isn’t my partner. He’s wonderful. It’s my anxiety building up all of these expectations. It’s frustrating that I can’t feel close to him, because society says if I don’t orgasm, then it’s not good sex and my partner doesn’t care about me. THAT IS WRONG. Sometimes, it just doesn’t happen. And sometimes, it doesn’t happen for a LONG TIME. If you want to have sex, then HAVE SEX. If it feels good, great! If it doesn’t, stop.
That is my rant for the day. Thanks for reading.
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