With Eyes Wide Open and Trembling Hands

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I'm a chaser, to put it simply. The most noncommital person you will ever meet. Buddhist beliefs but a Jewish community. I know who I am but not where I walk.

I'm just a little too addicted to Pokemon, Harry Potter, Brand New, and linguistics.

Wholeness over happiness. Live for you unabashedly. This world is yours.
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"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

Libby Anne (via awelltraveledwoman)

(via sandersmcgee)

SERIOUS POST TIME.
My cousin found out a month ago that he has cancer.

Let me tell you about my family. I’m from a long line of survivors, a group of people who have been to hell and back, but who sometimes get broken. My cousin Rob (on the left, next to my brother) has been ran over by a car (and HE got sued for it), been accused of stabbing someone (he’s the NICEST person I’ve ever met), witnessed countless friends and family die, and now he’s been diagnosed with aggressive testicular cancer. He’s only 25.

With his tattoos and his stature, he’s intimidating as hell. He looks like the hardest, toughest guy on the block. But he’s not, and he is not invincible. His chemo is draining, his pain is incredible, and he needs help. Within the last years, he’s gone back to school, helped start his own business, and has worked hard to get in a good place. But it is not enough. He needs help. Your help.

Please, anything helps, even just a reblog. The more people who see this, the better the chance he has at getting proper treatment and beating this. Do what you can, change a life.

https://www.giveforward.com/fundraiser/1r55/robert-s-cancer-fund?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=fb_share_feed&utm_campaign=dashboard_overview_T1&og_action=hug&t=3&fb_ref=2486160

And once again, I find myself living for those around me and for their expectations of my life.

I need to tattoo to my forehead, “This is YOUR life. Do what YOU want. Fuck the world.” Maybe then it’ll stick.

taylynsweetest:

Hi guys.

So I’ve started a huge project in my life. Actually more than just a “project,” but rather making a dream become reality. And I feel that Tumblr is one of the best places to share it. It’s called SWEETEST Magazine.

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I started SWEETEST Magazine last year back…

Things that are incredible and make me super happy.

notmysecret:

*aggressively cares about you but doesn’t want to be clingy about it*

(via msfrannyglass)

shadowjourneys and I are now officially models.

We shot with a winery yesterday and soon our faces will be plastered all over their website.

Life takes you strange places, folks…

ladouleurexquiseea:

Hello Everyone Tuesday is the BIG day :) The official launch of my little line Onya’e Natural Skincare!!
For starters it will include 4 lip balms (vegan options as well) and 1 body butter that come in 2oz and 4oz sizes.
All natural ingredients made in my home and with great benefits for the skin. Of course I will create more products for the shop as time goes on but thank you everyone for your patience and support.
Be sure to check out
www.etsy.com/shop/onyaenaturals at 8:00pm and/or the FB page for more updates
Thank you again everyone :) #onyaenaturals #launch #excited

Finally, products I can trust to be all natural! Everyone get in on this action.

Dear Usually Pleasant Lady,

I drive by your house at least four times a day, normally six or eight. Every time I see you outside, I wave at you and smile, and you return the courtesy. Yesterday, however, you greeted me in a different manner. As I drove 29 miles/hour down Biava, only four over the speed limit, you screamed, “SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!” as you flailed your arms.

After living up here for a year, I understand the need to drive slowly and cautiously on Biava. I know that children frequently play outside. I know that pets roam. I know that deer are ready to jump out in front of cars at the last second. I know all of these things, just as well as you know them.

What you DIDN’T know, however, was that my fiance has been in the Intensive Care Unit since Saturday due to severe head trauma. I have slept by his side most nights, hoping and praying that he will make it through this. You see, he fractured his skull and was in a coma. His neurosurgeon told me that he will most likely be a vegetable, if he even wakes up at all. When you saw me driving yesterday, I had just woken up from a brief nap by a phone call. It was the hospital. He was waking up.

Even though my heart was racing, I was not. Although I had every inclination of driving 150 mph down that road, I restrained myself. So, to see you screaming at me to slow down was incredibly insensitive and actually hurtful. I write to you to beg you to step down from your high horse, stop thinking that you know what’s best for Biava drivers, and to understand that in these next few days there will be various drivers going 29 or over while we wait for our loved one to heal and come home. Please do not add to our stress by yelling at us again.

Sincerely,

Owner of the charcoal Fit and resident of TF Ranch

So, I submitted my research to the National Communication Association earlier this year, and I wasn’t expecting much since it’s already a year old and I didn’t go to a research renowned school, but I thought what the hell, I’ll try. After months of waiting, I finally heard back from them.

My research was accepted for presentation.

You guysssss, I’m going to Chicago to talk to a bunch of comm research nerds about my senior project. This is a dream come trueeee, especially since I actually want to do research for a living!

I’m kind of freaking out.

lesbiansand-stuff:

I cried reading this.

Reminds me of schrodingers-flirt for some reason??

(via livedforeverinasmile)

I got bored of having boring hair.

I’m creating boundaries for myself because instead of blowing all my money on drinks and coffee I’d like to save and travel.

I can go out for drinks once a month. I can have coffee once every two weeks. I can eat out three times a month.

I shall be a hermit, but a traveling hermit I shall be.

Wow, isn’t it great when you get in a huge, life altering argument with someone because they tore you in two and instead of them betraying you again they actually listen to you and your arguments and show in their actions that they want to fix things instead of living with how things were?

makifresh:

thefitastronomer:

fandomsandfeminism:

generalmaluga:

albinwonderland:

fandomsandfeminism:

betterthanabortion:

"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.

See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon. 

Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy. 

To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died. 

You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies. 

reblogging for commentary 

But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too. 

First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation. 

And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.

Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.

If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other. 

When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.

When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.” 

And that is gross. 

yes yes yes yes yes.

Finally a discussion about this matter made into complete sense for me

(via quantim-mechanics)

Prime example of cultural differences: my American breakfast of an apple fritter and coffee with heavy cream vs. my Mexican roommate’s breakfast of tortillas and mixed veggies with avocado on the side.

No surprise which country has more obesity…