SPREAD THIS SHIT LIKE WILDFIRE!!!!! 12/19/14
Why
Horrible..
I am from Bangladesh and I ask my fellow tumblr people to please reblog this and get this some media attention please!
THEY NEED OUR HELP!! Listen^^^
Wtf, why isn’t there more media coverage about this?!
“As the Grinch took the tree, as he started to shove, he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who. Little Cindy Lou Who, who was no more than two.”
Love this story.
There’s all these pictures of beautiful naked women on tumblr. It’s great, but kind of unfair.
Where are all my beautiful naked men and who do I need to follow to see them?
It’s hard for me sometimes to remember not to keep score.
Thing is, I usually don’t get bothered too easily and I know I don’t need much attention. I don’t ask for much and I know a lot of friends who don’t ask for anything. But I think that’s why it’s so important to pay attention when someone who never asks for anything - asks for your time. Because it’s them saying that they need you so badly with something they couldn’t handle themselves. That they needed help so much, they finally asked for it despite not knowing how to ask for help in the first place. And if this person, who usually deals with everything on their own, is asking for you to drop everything… I think the only answer is to do it.
My problem is, I drop everything all the time. For big problems, for little problems, for all the problems to fill the gaps in between. I tire myself out and I never know which situations are more important than others. So I try and fix them all. I want to try my best. So I do it. I pay attention.
The person who took my hand last time wasn’t who I thought it would be. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that disappointed me to no end. I was grateful to him, but disappointed in you.
(Thank you.)
“Mad was the last kid I saw and he was asleep. He was 3 months old and they put him in my arms and he stayed asleep and they put him in the bath and he stayed asleep and I thought he was narcoleptic or something. Then he opened his eyes and just stared at me for the longest time and I just stared at him and I started crying and he smiled. And it wasn’t that he smiled that he liked me, it was just that I hadn’t held children in my life and I was always considered so dark and I always had so many things that made me feel like maybe I shouldn’t be somebody’s mom because certainly the world has an opinion of me and I’m not so sure about myself and am I gonna be the best mom? So the fact that this little kid seemed at ease gave me the courage to feel like I could make him happy. And so we became a family right then.” — Angelina Jolie
this is so beautiful
Some people shouldn’t be parents, but then again, some people should.
Wish I did ballet.
Color
Simple yet challenging Chinese web game where you have to identify the odd coloured square amongst others in a grid. You have a minute to get as many as you can, and it is easy to get stumped now and again …
Try it out for yourself here
level 23..
brain training for graphic designers?
22 :(
I got 26, does that make me genetically better for art and using colors and stuff? I always wonder how much of our DNA dictates our talents..
Oh my stars..
I’m conflicted to be honest.
I think it might be because I’m hormonal right now and it’s that time of the month…But once again, I’ve been thinking and rethinking my recontracting decision. I had a very good dinner and just a generally good day today with good people. Times like this always make me feel a bit lonely when I think that it’ll have to end and I’ll have to go home.
While I usually do things that I want to do in that moment, I have to keep telling myself that this time, I can’t just make a decision on a whim. As much as I’d like to stay in this country and hang out with wonderful company, I, along with everyone else, must make decisions about the rest of our lives and work towards those goals.
I’ve always felt like my twenties so far has been a lot about being lost and wondering what the next step is. I know many people around the same age as me in the same situation. I know many people older and younger as well. I find myself lucky even knowing just an inkling of the direction I want to go in life and I really believe that it is attested to my own aggressive search for self-discovery and understanding.
I knew at an early age that figuring yourself out was important - I just didn’t realize how much. When you realize the core of your being, is when you have the power and ability to mold and change it. You can become the person you’ve aspired to be and you can become all the good you wish to see in the world.
As long as you start with understanding yourself and then trying your best to understand others as well.
You know what really gets to me, and I’m sure many know this, is the blatant abuse and betrayal that white photogs display in POC countries. Every time a photo has gotten famous like this photo did in history, the actual focus of the photo is left behind in the dust while the white photog is hailed as a hero for displaying the ills of that country. He didn’t even fucking ask her name. He didn’t ask for 17 years. The world knew nothing about her life and her story. He captured one moment that made him famous and she got nothing.
Every time I see this photo, I seethe.
this is honestly still the funniest thing i have ever seen
Love dogs. I freaking, love, love, love dogs. How can you not?!
white people will watch the Hunger Games and support the districts rioting and demolishing the Capitol for equality but will condemn black people for doing the same thing
Food for thought.
I spoke with a girl I’ve only briefly met, again last night. Let’s call her, W.
As my first impression a few months back, W seemed very cool and very much my kind of person. She carries herself with class and is incredibly articulate. However, after talking to her more over dinner I realized that I missed quite a lot about W the first time around. And there were things I disagreed with her about.
For one, she was very adamant about how horrible substances were to the body. Now that in itself is fine - if not completely true. What I didn’t like, however, was how she grouped and labeled people who use and have ever used substances as ‘bad’ and 'dumb’. ..Because your intelligence and integrity completely depends on what you put into your body, right?
Um, no.
It wasn’t that W didn’t like the drugs themselves or doing drugs, but the fact that she was negatively judging people didn’t sit well with me. The fact W herself has never had experience with drugs and was passing judgement regardless, also made me lose a little bit of respect for her. I don’t think drug-use is correlated to integrity. And especially not intelligence. I also find it unfair that people are seen as losers and criminals for making personal decisions with what they put into their bodies.
We don’t have a right to tell others how to live, and we especially should refrain from judging people who make different decisions from us. I think I was really disappointed. W seemed like someone who was progressive and open to new ideas - somebody I would be able to welcome into my socialistic, San Franciscan conversations. …But she turned out to be just another Conservative from that “other” city down south.
(Everyday, I thank the universe that I grew up where I did.)
