when ur so Mentally Ill that you lose track of which personality corresponds to which social media

One of the most liberating feelings in the world is realizing you don’t owe anyone shit

You don’t have to be friends with someone who treats you like crap even if you’ve known them your whole life. You don’t even owe them an explanation either. You get to choose who gets to be in your life. It’s a privilege, not a birth given right. 

If someone is hurting you or just flat out annoying, you don’t have to give them the time of day. Please cut the shitty people out of your life and surround yourself with awesome ones who make you happy. You deserve nothing but happiness and anyone who brings you down doesn’t deserve to be in it. 

The Infamous Secret Glances

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I had to learn how to be a monster
and I taught every lesson myself.

My claws were just nails
before I dug them deep into earth
and they emerged as sharp branches.

My teeth were just teeth,
blunt with river rock polished edges,
until I broke them on the forest floor,
chewed flint like fudge
and spat out the last softness
that sheltered on my tongue.

I took the human being I had been
and shaped her into a shadow, a demon,
a being of power.

My hands forgot to be anything but fists,
holding only strength and resolve,
my mouth forgot what it was to smile,
forgot kindness, but it learned how to bite,
it learned how to bare teeth like knives

My heart was the hardest part,
still weak with each beat,
because even monsters can learn how to love
but you don’t need to hold hands
when you can hold the world at your feet.

I had to learn how to be a monster.


Because the world wanted me weak,
and afraid and ashamed.
It wanted me docile.

And I wanted to prove I was more.

So when even our heroes were bowing to pressure,
I remade myself iron

- i had to learn how to be a monster // l.s.


Oli is me around friends in relationships being all lovey dovey.

When you see the good in someone, you don’t give up on them. Especially if they don’t see it themselves. And if you’re ever lucky enough to find true love, you fight for it, everyday.
—  Once Upon a Time

By Kenn Orphan ~

We lost a tremendous piece of humanity today. Hedy Epstein passed peacefully from this life surrounded by family and loved ones at her home in St. Louis, Missouri. She was 91.

Hedy was born in Germany on the 15th of August, 1924. And were it not for what she described as her mother and father’s “unselfish love” in arranging her escape from the Nazis by Kindertransport, she would have likely perished in a concentration camp as they did. Hedy was Jewish, and her parents, grand parents, and most of her family did not survive the Holocaust.

She said of this experience:

“Before I left Germany on a Kindertransport to England, my parents gave me many admonitions, to be good, to be honest, always ending with "We will see each other again soon.” I believed that we would see each other again soon, whether my parents believed that, I will never know. My parents and I corresponded directly with each other until England declared war on Germany on September 3, 1939. Then it was no longer possible to correspond directly with each other. Instead we exchanged 25 word messages through the Red Cross.

After my parents were sent to the camps in Vichy France, we could correspond directly with each other again. However, my parents were allowed only to write one page, per person, per week. I could write as much and as often as I wanted to. My parents never wrote about the horrible conditions under which they were forced to “exist,” I learned about that only after the war was over.

Thinking back on that time in England, I was a very sad little girl, not allowing myself to really get in touch with my feelings and fears. As I told you, each of my parents in their last letters to me before their final deportation (to Auschwitz), each of them wrote: “It will probably be a long time before you hear from me again”

How long is a long time? A week, a month, a year, ten years! Since I wanted so very much to be reunited with my parents again, I kept on telling myself: “A long time is not over yet, I have to wait some more”. I was in denial. I was not able to accept the inevitable, my parents’ demise. That was really a psychological game I played with myself, it was a way for me to survive, a self-preservation mechanism.

It was not until September 1980, when I visited Auschwitz and stood on the place, called “Die Rampe” (The ramp), where the cattle cars arrived in the 1940s, the people were forced to get out and Dr. Mengele and his cohorts made a selection as to who will live and who will die (in the gas chambers), that I was able to accept the fact that my parents and other family members did not survive. That is a very long time to be in denial. Perhaps the denial was in lieu of the usual mourning process.“

After the war Hedy moved to the United States and it was there that she devoted her entire life to fighting injustice. She fought for women’s reproductive choice and fair housing and employment for all. And she became a leading voice against the war in Vietnam and the bombing of Cambodia.

What Hedy will perhaps be remembered for most is her tireless commitment to Palestinian human rights and self determination. She traveled to Israel and the West Bank. And even though she suffered intimidation and degrading searches by Israeli security at Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv, she traveled there several times more and witnessed the brutality of the decades long occupation firsthand. She explained why in an interview:

"I have gone back because it is the right thing for me to do; to witness and to let the Palestinians know there are some people who care enough to come back and stand with them in their struggle against Israel’s occupation. Palestinians have asked me upon my return home, to tell the American people what I have seen and experienced, because the American people don’t know what is happening, because the media does not inform them. I made a commitment to do so and have taken every opportunity to honor this commitment.

I feel I must continue to be a moral voice, must continue to have the courage to take a public stand against Israel’s crimes against humanity and the misinterpretations provided by the media. Israel would not be able to carry out its crimes against humanity without the United States, the world, permitting it to do so and the mass media, which, with few exceptions, dehumanizes Palestinians and instills fear, ignorance and loathing of them and their culture.

Having met Palestinians, experienced their hospitality, warmth, dignity and even humor, it is incumbent upon me to bring their voices, their experiences to anyone who will listen to me, to bear witness about the Wall, the land confiscations, the demolished homes, the violation of water rights, the restrictions of freedom of movement. The future of peace cannot be awaited passively, but rather from commitments and struggles for justice. There is no peace without justice.”

Hedy became involved in Jewish Voice for Peace and used her influence to raise awareness of this issue throughout most of her life. And her tremendous contribution to this cause cannot be overstated. Age was never a barrier to her determination for human rights and social justice either. She was arrested at a peaceful protest in Ferguson, Missouri, following the police killing of unarmed black teenager, Michael Brown. She had just celebrated her 90th birthday three days earlier.

Hedy came from a corridor of history marked by the misery of organized cruelty and mass genocide. But she transformed her experience into a beacon of resistance for all people against oppression and brutality. Her courage will be greatly missed, but her legacy will endure in the hearts of all who were graced by her humanity.

“If we don’t try to make a difference, if we don’t speak up, if we don’t try to right the wrong that we see, we become complicit. I don’t want to be guilty of not trying my best to make a difference.”

~ Hedy Epstein, August 15th, 1924 - May 26th, 2016.

procrastination.jpg…or maybe it counts as homework since I’m applying stuff I learned in Painting (i think) xD

the only valuable conceptualisation of passing is not about the way trans people look at all tbh it’s how you view and interpret gender like

the onus should not be on us to “pass” it should be on you to challenge and challenge your internalised views and concepts of gender to the point where what you once thought was gender is totally irrecognisable and as soon as someone says “i am a woman” you only view them as that ever again and never as anything else unless they make it known to you that they may be more than that


AoS + @SoVeryBritish tweets (6/?)  

Big Coat edition, aka no one tell Jemma she missed Big Coat Day


final grade is in and i got an A in my writing class! 

I feel like Tammin is such an underrated actress on the show. That hotel room scene proved it, I don’t think a single person watching could argue against the fact she slayed it. I mean, I always see people talking about how good most of the other girls on the show are (even the ones who aren’t necessarily main characters like Mona.) However I don’t see those kind of raves reviews for Tammin and tbh I feel like she deserves just as much credit as them. Maybe even more. Especially when she consider how long she’s been away from the show, the fact she can pick up the character with just as much flare as the first time around proves a lot.

I want to find someone to chat about my wife. She is very pretty and always a good flirt and I have fantasized about seeing her with other men. Basically I want her chatted up / hit on when she is going out. If you are interested get in contact. She is 38 blonde, slim and tall.

How far this goes is obviously up to her…..

I always get jealous of couple being together and I hate it that they seem to take it for granted. My babe and I have it rough, compared to them, we don’t see much of each other personally. Yeah, we see each other through our webcam. But, we both know that’s good enough than not seeing each other. I always have this envy feeling, but then I know that in time, we will be together. Yes, our time will come. And unlike other couples, we now appreciate distance, we now value presence and we now value each other more.