YOU MUSTN'T BE AFRAID TO DREAM A LITTLE BIGGER.

briandanielwolf:

Tumblr, are you there? It’s me, Brian.
I don’t normally ask for much from you, but if you could help me just this once it’d mean the world to me.
As part of a larger research trip this spring, I was staying in Portland for a few days. An old friend of mine invited me to visit her in the northern part, over an hour away by bus from the dorm I was crashing at. Sketchbook in hand, I take the opportunity to catch up on my travel journals; I’m three days behind, and I figure it’ll keep me company on the long ride up.
But there was this girl.
I don’t know exactly how long she was on the shuttle, but there she was, sitting in the row across from mine, working in her own sketchbook. In between my scribbles, all the way up north, I catch little glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye. A red jacket; short, blonde hair; boots of some sort. She seems nice; beautiful, too. I’m stuck in my own little world, though, and I figure I’ll just talk to her after I’m finished with my journal.
But then she stands up. Already she’s reached her stop, but before she leaves, the girl tears out a page from her sketchbook, the page that I am holding right now, and hands it to me. I read it, and I cannot form a single thought. No words can come out. The girl looks me in the eye, gives me the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen and without ever saying a single word…
disappears.
It took me five blocks past my stop to comprehend what had just happened. This is something that happens in movies and shoujo manga, right? That didn’t actually happen… no way it actually happened. That was just two days ago and I am left to accept that yes, it did happen. Unfortunately, my trip is over; I am now on the other side of the country, and have no idea when I’ll ever be able to return to Portland.
So… Tumblr. I know this is a long shot. I don’t know if a reblog will reach her; I’m not sure she even has an account. But I have to find this girl again. I don’t want anything from her. I just want to be able to finally tell her,“Thank you. You’re beautiful, too.”

Tumblr, are you there? It’s me, Brian.

I don’t normally ask for much from you, but if you could help me just this once it’d mean the world to me.

As part of a larger research trip this spring, I was staying in Portland for a few days. An old friend of mine invited me to visit her in the northern part, over an hour away by bus from the dorm I was crashing at. Sketchbook in hand, I take the opportunity to catch up on my travel journals; I’m three days behind, and I figure it’ll keep me company on the long ride up.

But there was this girl.

I don’t know exactly how long she was on the shuttle, but there she was, sitting in the row across from mine, working in her own sketchbook. In between my scribbles, all the way up north, I catch little glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye. A red jacket; short, blonde hair; boots of some sort. She seems nice; beautiful, too. I’m stuck in my own little world, though, and I figure I’ll just talk to her after I’m finished with my journal.

But then she stands up. Already she’s reached her stop, but before she leaves, the girl tears out a page from her sketchbook, the page that I am holding right now, and hands it to me. I read it, and I cannot form a single thought. No words can come out. The girl looks me in the eye, gives me the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen and without ever saying a single word…

disappears.

It took me five blocks past my stop to comprehend what had just happened. This is something that happens in movies and shoujo manga, right? That didn’t actually happen… no way it actually happened. That was just two days ago and I am left to accept that yes, it did happen. Unfortunately, my trip is over; I am now on the other side of the country, and have no idea when I’ll ever be able to return to Portland.

So… Tumblr. I know this is a long shot. I don’t know if a reblog will reach her; I’m not sure she even has an account. But I have to find this girl again. I don’t want anything from her. I just want to be able to finally tell her,

“Thank you. You’re beautiful, too.”

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@2 months ago with 33759 notes

punkrockmermaid:

Also relevant for the male homosexual community. The body has certain receptors, and this is one of the reasons why a lot of male rape survivors don’t report their rapes. Pressure on their prostate causes erection, and due to this SO many male rape survivors think they have consented to their rape. Which couldn’t be less true.

The only indicator of consent comes from someone’s mouth: “Yes”.

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@2 months ago with 77950 notes

tsarcasm:

trapsical:

I took a shit in my grandma’s cat’s litterbox when I was like 13 and my whole family was wilding out trying to figure out why the cat took such a huge dump. Then they took her to the vet and we found out she has feline HIV so in a way, I helped her.

this story was wild from start to finish

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@2 months ago with 149365 notes

armadildomon:

helioscentrifuge:

TRIGGER FUCKING WARNING RAPE AND THE STATE OF THE UNION

DO YOU FUCKING REMEMBER HOW A GIRL IN OHIO WAS DRUGGED AND GANG-RAPED REPEATEDLY AT SEVERAL DIFFERENT PARTIES IN ONE NIGHT?

DO YOU REMEMBER HOW OUTRAGED WE WERE?

THIS IS THE NEWS COVERAGE IT GOT.

ONLY TWO BOYS WERE TRIED FOR IT. ONLY THREE YEARS OF JAILTIME WERE HANDED BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM.

AND THEY WERE PRESENTED AS THE VICTIMS IN THIS

THIS IS NOT THE WORLD I SIGNED ON FOR. THIS IS NOT THE LEGAL SYSTEM I LEARNED ABOUT IN SCHOOL, AND THIS IS NOT THE WAY THIS STORY ENDS.

GET MAD. GET FUCKING FURIOUS.

AND GET LOUD, BECAUSE WE ARE NOT GOING TO STAND FOR THIS

I don’t know how I was able to stand through this video, but the end REALLY GOT ME ANGRY

The most severe thing with these young men is being labelled as registered sex offenders. … That will haunt them for the rest of their lives.

WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE RAPED HER

AS IF, YOU KNOW, LETTING OTHER PEOPLE KNOW THAT YOU’RE A RAPIST IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN

AND THEY’RE TREATED AS VICTIMS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I CAN’T BELIEVE

I’M JUST

OH MY GOD I AM SEETHING

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@2 months ago with 47171 notes

"
However, fat is not a feeling. When you say “I feel fat”, you are using it as a catch-all for any and all negative feelings you have about your body. Can you not see how that would be offensive to an actual fat person?

I recognise that you may not be doing this intentionally. It’s possible to hate your own body while accepting the bodies of others. That said, you’re not off the hook. Words mean things. When you say “I feel fat”, you are perpetuating the idea that fat = bad.

In short, why does your insecurity come at the cost of our dignity?
"

hey, fat chick! (via ilovefat)

YESSS, THIS TO ALL THE GIRLS WHO HAVE SAID THIS IN MY PRESENCE.

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@2 months ago with 1631 notes

nuditea:

if you just walked into a club and the floor was super slippery and people had strapped knives to their feet and were jumping around you’d be like “holy shit, i don’t know if this is the environment for me” and yet skating is a thing

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@2 months ago with 51710 notes

phlynn:

st patricks day is like ireland’s birthday and america blows out the candles on its cake

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@2 months ago with 20168 notes

doulaness:

handaxe:

Three cheers for our brave bb girl who took the stand to accuse her rapists.

Three cheers for the teen girl who told national media in a courtroom full of her peers that she didn’t want to hold her rapists accountable at first “Because honestly, I was praying that everything I heard wasn’t true. I didn’t want to get myself into drama because I knew everyone would just blame me.”

Three cheers for the girl who was shown pictures of her unconscious rape by prosecutors in a courtroom to make her cry on the stand.

Three cheers for the girl who listened as her best friends testified against her and admitted that they were with her the night it happened and terminated their friendship with the girl because she was raped.

I don’t know what else to say. I’m stunned and I’m morose, I’m moved to tears, I’m thinking of her, and I am proud, in the most heartbreaking way that I ever have felt.

I am so proud of her. I am proud of her parents for marching down to the police station with a USB stick full of disgusting evidence and for sticking by their daughter when not all parents would (which is sickening). I am so proud of this girl’s strength. I don’t know if I would have the bravery to do what she did, but I am so, so, happy that she did.

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@2 months ago with 5278 notes

the YA section of any given bookstore:

NORMAL GIRL JUST LIKE ANY OTHER COME IN CONTACT WITH DARK MAGIC. MUST PROTECT/RESCUE/LEAVE FAMILY. SUDDENLY, A BOY IS HERE. HOT BOY. KISS HOT BOY. GIRL IS SASSY NOW. EVERYTHING CHANGE. SAVE WORLD.

@2 months ago with 74483 notes

gaymermaids:

foxylikeme:

Condom commercial written and directed by a woman. Condoms don’t need to be sexy, we just need to know that they’ll work! Fucking brilliant.

this is awesome

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@2 months ago with 89860 notes