hello, I love you.

“

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.

— Virginia Woolf (via hateshiploveship)

Hey America, I have a cute idea. At least sort out your health care system, hand gun violence, unemployment, public education, gay marriage, marijuana legislation and middle east conflict before you fuck around with the internet because let’s face it, there are bigger issues in the world than someone uploading a photo with a musician in it.

(Source: jalousie)

Reblogged from The Awkward Life of Marlane

barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark:

BLACK MARCH
Thursday, March 1st 2012 to Saturday 31st March 2012

With the continuing campaigns for Internet-censoring litigation such as SOPA and PIPA, and the closure of sites such as Megaupload under allegations of ‘piracy’ and ‘conspiracy’ the time has come to take a stand against music, film and media companies’ lobbyists.

The only way is to hit them where it truly hurts.
Their profit margins.

March 2012 is the end of the 1st quarter in economic reports worldwide.

Do not buy a single record. Do not download a single song, legally or illegally. Do not go to see a single film in cinemas, or download a copy, Do not buy a DVD in the stores. Do not buy a videogame. Do not buy a single book or magazine.

Wait the 4 weeks to buy them in April: see the film later, etc. Holding out for just 4 weeks, maximum, will leave a gaping hole in media and entertainment companies’ profits for the 1st quarter, an economic hit which will in turn be observed by governments worldwide as stocks and shares will blip from a large enough loss of incomes.
This action can give a statement of intent:

”We will not tolerate the Media Industries’ lobbying for legistation which will censor the internet.”

Reblogged from Beautiful In Static

iamonlyamaid:

thedailywhat:

This Is Just Great of the Day: Appearing in the latest Target circular is 6-year-old Ryan: A happy, gregarious, photogenic rising star in the world of child modeling — who happens to have Down syndrome.

Ryan has also appeared in a recent Nordstrom catalog among other clothing ads.

On the Daddyblog of a father whose child also has Down syndrome, Ryan’s mother writes:

The whole process of modeling is an extreme confidance booster for him. He received so much warmth and caring from the Nordstrom crew that he thought they were there just for him! We are honored that Ryan is making the Down syndrome community proud. He is a beautiful boy inside and out. He makes us better parents, and a better family.

[noahsdad / adweek.]

Look at that: the modeling world not destroying the self-esteem of everyone around it.

Reblogged from Venez comme vous êtes.

I get really annoyed when

people make snide comments about me being skinny. I am naturally very slender with a high metabolism. No, I am not anorexic. I eat as healthy as I can, and on some days I pig out. I exercise because it’s healthy to have physical activity, not because I’m trying to lose weight. I’m not trying to say women with curves or bigger women shouldn’t love their curves or anything, sometimes I wish I had a little more meat on my bones too. But I’m happy with my weight and body. So to all those who make snide and rude comments about my skinny self:
You can kiss my double zero ass.

Sometimes words fail.

neverlosemyvoice:

Sometimes they don’t sound all pretty and poetic, strung together and edited over and over again. Sometimes they’re ugly. Sometimes they’re said in choppy sentences, or screamed and cried and blubbered like a baby until they don’t even seem to make sense anymore. And those are the words that mean the most: the words that others can hardly make out over our gasping cries. More than anything, we need someone to listen to these words, but not just anyone can get close enough to hear.

Reblogged from *

This year

has been quite the experience. From beginning to end, I’ve been pushed so hard. Pushed to my breaking point. Pushed in every way imaginable. Emotionally. Emotionally pushed so hard. Punched, stomped on, broken so badly that I thought I’d never recover. The truth is, even the thought of it brings a lump to my throat, tears to my eyes. The truth is, the thought of it makes me want to destroy everything in sight. Including myself, because I’d never felt so alone. But now, those instincts are muted to what they were before. Physically. Pushed harder than I ever have before. Pushed so hard that at the end of the day, I went back wondering why I decided to put myself through this. Feeling alone. Pushed so hard. But I’m glad for this, I met the most amazing people. Intellectually. Pushed so much information that I never thought I’d be able to hold. So many tests that I never thought I’d be able to pass.

And now, I’m being pushed. So hard into decisions I can’t think to make. Into goodbyes I can’t bring myself to put into words. Into real life. Pushed.

Your ending will be that you think too much.

My ending will be that I feel too much.

“

When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ’cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

— Sarah Kay

It’s funny how fast things can change, right?

How fast in the matter of seconds I can lose all respect for a person. How fast you go down on my list when I find out you’ve been talking about my friends. How fast, you can go from one of the people I love, to someone I loathe. How fast I judge you for making that racist remark towards me. How fast I judge you for associating with the person that made that remark. How fast you become someone I would rather not associate with. How fast things do change. But never mind that, I have better things to dwell on than you and your poor judgment.

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