they deserve more than a personal post

note to self

•add a sprinkle of cinnamon to your coffee. it will change your life.

•always be kind to your waiter/waitress & the person behind the cash register. treat them with respect.

•take pictures of the things that make you happy, not for instagram, but for yourself.

•stop sleeping with your makeup on. you deserve better than that.

•don’t let yourself be consumed by the idea of perfection

•don’t let social media cause you stress. no one is paying more attention to your posts than you

•let people know when you’re missing them

•don’t be afraid to cut or dye your hair. life changes and things move on. just go for it.

•listen to music, podcasts or audiobooks while you clean. you can find many for free on youtube.

•don’t let anyone make fun of you for taking photos of your coffee or the sunset

•change your sheets more often

•use coconut oil as a makeup remover, it’s seriously a game changer

•make playlists for different moods, different people and for yourself

•remind yourself that you don’t have to be travelling & having adventures to give your life meaning

•ask yourself why you’re posting something. if it’s for anyone other than you, forget it.

•don’t be embarrassed to journal. put your thoughts to paper and clear your mind

anonymous asked:

Personally, as a gay trans guy, I agree that those past posts were a bit homophobic and problematic but I know you've grown up and have become more mature over time. I don't think you deserve any hate you're receiving what so all. Much love from a long time follower, xoxo

Hey sweetie. Unfortunately they were but I’m not the same person I was. I recognise the stupidity and ignorance of the posts and I’m sorry for any upset or offence caused.

I’m glad you can see I’m not the same person. ❤❤and I have more respect for you than I can articulate into words.

Oosh out
Thank you for existing.

Tips on dating for when YOU have BPD

I’ve seen so many articles and posts on “how to date someone with BPD”, or worse “warning signs your partner has BPD” or “how to recover from dating someone with BPD”. But I could only find ONE article giving advice to people WITH BPD in relationships. So, I’ve made my own. Here are some tips on maintaining a good relationship when YOU have BPD:

  • Be open. I know you’ll be scared that if you’re too honest, you’ll scare the partner away. But you need to be truthful, or you’ll end up bottling things up, and then they explode.
  • Saying that, sometimes it’s okay not to express your fears. Small fears such as how your partner hasn’t texted back as fast as normal, don’t need to be expressed when they occur. Once you’ve calmed down, take the time to express it. Say “It makes me a bit sad when you don’t reply fast, but I understand that sometimes that happens” This way, your partners understands your fears, but also knows that you understand their limits too. Sometimes our fears are small and go away if we wait, so take a minute to thing logically (if you can).
  • It’s okay to show symptoms! Don’t be mad at yourself if you have a mood swing in front of your partner, it;s not your fault
  • Avoid expressing when you’re splitting. It’s hard not to let every things out when we’re mad and splitting, but try not to if you can. Try and suppress for a little time and express your feelings once you’ve settled. This way you can express them neutrally, without bias, and make sense when you do so.
  • Keep reminders of your partner’s care for you. Screen shot texts and keep them in a folder. When you feel unloved or the person isn’t responding, read through these to remind yourself that they love you
  • Ask your partner to give you small reminders. Ask “every now and again, can you remind me you love me?”. This isn’t a big ask- a small text once a day is not manipulative or needy, and your partner should be ahppy to as this makes you happy
  • Set guidelines. It’s okay to have certain things you get paranoid about. Tell your partner that there are some things you don’t like- e.g. “I don’t like it when you use full stops, it makes me think you’re angry, could you avoid doing so? I understand if you mess up though.” A relationship is about caring for each other and making each other comfortable, so your partner should be ahppy to make small changes to make you happy, just as you’ll make small changes to make them happy!
  • Be prepared to compensate. Sometimes we get paranoid about things that we just have to let happen. We get worried when our partner talks about other people, when they see other people. It’s okay to express this, but we have to learn that we can’t stop our partners doing this. This is hard, and something I struggle with myself, but it’s needed to make our partners feel comfortable. If your partner is out doing something you don’t like, distract yourself. 
  • Find someone else, with BPD is best, to vent to. I have a close friend or 2 who I vent my worries to, and they have BPD as well. They understand and validate my fears, so that I don’t feel needy or mean. This way you can express these fears without controlling and hurting your partner. E.g. I say to my friends “My partner is seeing his ex today. I get that’s his right to but it’s pissing me off and I just wanted to tell someone.” 
  • Remind yourself it’s okay to express yourself. Telling your partner you’re scared they’re going to leave you isn’t automatically abusive or manipulative, it’s true.Tell them you feel suicidal isn’t manipulative, you deserve support and love.
  • When splitting, learn to distance yourself. If you notice you’re splitting for an unfair reason, it’s okay to distance yourself. It’s okay to walk out a room, to stop replying for a minute to compose yourself. This way, you won’t lash out, and you can avoid getting more angry. Inform your partner you are splitting, so they can give you space.
  • Don’t let yourself be invalidated. If your parter says something invalidating, mean, or hurtful, tell them. We get scared that if we tell our partners they hurt us they may leave, but it’s important not to let our partners hurt us.
  • Tell your partner about your BPD- and if not that- about your symptoms. Tell them you split (you sometimes hate people for no reason), tell them you have abandonment fears (get scared they’ll leave you). This way your partner can adapt and help you. Give them tips to help you. e.g. “If I’m scared you’ll leave me, tell me you love me, and tell me why you love me”
  • Learn to say sorry. Sometimes we lash out, sometimes we get irrational and hurt our partners. this may not be our fault, but it is our responsibility. Learn to say “I’m sorry I lashed out”.
  • You deserve someone who’s willing to help you. You deserve someone who is willing to send you little messages, who is willing to validate and support you. Don’t settle for someone who gets mad at you for your mood swings or invalidates your feelings.
    We deserve a kind, loving, supporting relationship as much as anyone else.
✨Stay afraid but do it anyway.✨

And perhaps I’m a little touchy on the subject and maybe I hold Carrie a little too dear to my heart, but the reason I do is because Carrie Fisher helped me realize I was mentally ill.

Oh I knew I was crazy, in the same vague way you worry that you’ve left the stove on at home, despite not having cooked yourself a meal in weeks because you’re too depressed to eat a proper meal. (Except you don’t call it that, you call it “laziness” and maybe try and convince yourself it’s a new diet called “whatever requires the least amount of effort to put calories into my face”.)

Something was “off” inside my head, but no one seemed to care about it too much. Even when they threw me into eating rehab for a perceived eating disorder—despite lacking several of the vital criteria on the checklist to have typical eating disordered behavior—no one gave too much of a shit. I was just a girl who was “too nervous”, “too in touch with my emotions”, “too fragile”, I was “attention seeking”. And their remedy to this was ignore me and wonder why I crashed and burned at regular intervals, blame me for being selfish, then go back to not giving a fuck until it inconvenienced their life again.

I was crazy. But maybe I wasn’t. Maybe if I just tried harder…so I learned to cope. I became the one who Coped. I was There For Everyone. I became Reliable and above all else, I learned to be Funny and make It funny.

My mother still hates that. She thinks it’s crass for women to be funny. Personally I think I’m fucking hysterical, but then what do I know, I’m fucking nuts.

Later, now with hindsight and being able to look at my life from a safe(-r) mindset surrounded by people who care and want to help, I realize that what I was going through was (and is) untreated PTSD. Whether or not the PTSD caused the other issues, like the depression, the anxiety, the compulsive behaviors or the ADHD I think I might have, I don’t know. I likely will never know, because the Thing happened and shot my still developing child brain into a million tiny fragmented pieces of unparalleled terror and poor coping mechanisms. It doesn’t really matter at this point, all that matters is dealing with all of it as best as I can, however I can. But there’s a very real chance I might never have gotten to this stage if I hadn’t found out that Princess Leia, my childhood icon who helped me feel brave and strong while my world was ending, had written a book about living with mental health issues.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from it to be honest. I knew vaguely, that Carrie Fisher had issues. The word “junkie” had been used by my father—while unironically taking a drink from his self-medicating poison of choice and my mother tutted and tisked about how some people just ought to pull themselves together

Ten, maybe twelve minutes into the book locked away in my room, I can’t even tell you anymore whether I was crying because I was laughing so hard or if I was laughing because I was crying my heart out, but I was having a fucking revelation.

This was me, holy shit this was me, this was me, this was me, an unboken mantra in my head pounding to the beat of my heart, this was me, this is me—I do exist.

That’s a weird thought to have, right? I do exist. 

It wasn’t, “I’m normal”, because normal is not this. It’s not feeling like your mind is running a million miles a second in circles while simultaneously wading uphill through treacle and juggling chainsaws while trying to keep all your Life Plates spinning and oh gods someone just handed you a kitten to look after. What it is however, is fairly common, and suffered with varying degrees of severity by a rather sizable chunk of the world’s population. I mean, who knew? I sure as shit didn’t. I thought it was all in my head.

You know what I mean.

I’m told some people get up in the mornings and go through their entire day without once having an intrusive thought or struggling to do basic shit like take a shower and manage to remember to feed themselves. I know, seems fake right? It certainly does to me.

And here was Carrie, my Princess Leia, laying out her issues past, present and probable future, in what remains one of the funniest, most brutal attempts at self-lobotomy on paper I have ever had the privilege to read. I consumed that book in mere hours, I devoured her words and breathed them in like inhaling steam in a sauna and breathing out fire in their wake and moved onto her next book, then her next, then her next, and by then there was this blessed thing called Twitter and it should be impossible to be hilarious and poignant through 140 emojis or less, but that was the kind of brilliant she was. And this was me, this was someone like me. And she was witty and brilliant and funny and yes, things were difficult for her and yes, some parts of her life were an absolute clusterfuck of mistakes, addiction and general all round fuckery leading up to that point…but she was still there, y’know? She was still there.

And it breaks my heart a little every day, knowing that I’ll never be able to tell her how important that was to me. And to thank her for it.

So instead I try to pay it forward. Every day, from one day to the next, I try to be a little kinder, a little brighter—a little more like Our Lady Carrie—and throw two loving sparkly middle fingers up at the world that tries to stamp out and demonize the notion that mentally ill people like me, like you, exist. 

And we deserve to exist, and more than that, we deserve to be treated with human fucking decency.

And if you are of a mind that the latest news surrounding Carrie’s death means that she was any lesser of a vital energy force in this world, that she mattered less, that her words were less important or that she “deserved” to die because they found drugs in her autopsy report, it is with my profound and heartfelt best wishes, that I invite you to cordially:

✨🖕✨🖕✨🖕✨ Go Fuck Yourself ✨🖕✨🖕✨🖕✨

Don’t bother to RSVP.

one more thing i wanted to say about jasper today:

“is it sinking in yet? you never… had a chance…”

this moment. this moment here, when she lets amethyst just… whip her as much as she wants. it’s one i never know how to feel about, because it still feels a little ambiguous. 

jasper says her line seriously. there’s no sardonic humor to it, no fighting back. she just… takes it quietly, as if she genuinely just wants amethyst to get it. 

well, for context’s sake, it may be relevant to note this happened right before:

after that interesting little moment, where amethyst suddenly uses her whip and jasper shows a rare, genuine moment of shock and fear not shown since she saw rose’s shield, she shuts up and plays tough.

she decides to let amethyst wail on her for a while. her following line (bolded above) isn’t really derogatory or attempting to to insult her, like she did before. it’s more “just… accept that you can’t do this”. i think jasper just feels it’s… pointless now. 

jasper believes in the concept of moral destiny - either you’re good, and good things will eventually happen to you if you try hard enough, or you’re evil and weak, and you will only fail and suffer until your inevitable end. she’s always been fighting against what she perceives as her own destiny: she failed in the war she was made for. she can either try to fix it, forever, or give up and be a failure who will never avenge her loved ones or find closure. that’s all she thinks about herself, in the end - rebecca sugar told us she hates herself, and that it’s rooted in her origins on earth. she won’t accept help, because she doesn’t think she deserves it.

it may be psycho-analyzing too hard to say that jasper saw something of either her own failure in amethyst, or perhaps her sisters’ fate (well, at least the ones who died + those whose destiny she doesn’t know), but… one complicated part of jasper is that she simultaneously wants to believe in her own redemption (by homeworld’s standards) and that those who suffer were always destined to. in the end, it’s really about convincing herself that her own traumas were because she deserved it, and that’s how she copes. 

at the same time, she doesn’t really believe in unnecessary suffering… she wants amethyst to understand that, from jasper’s perspective, she shouldn’t even try. you either win or lose in life, and amethyst has already lost… which isn’t what happens, of course. amethyst has friends, and a life outside her fight, so she was always going to be ok. love saved her - steven and peridot’s love, as well as everyone else, which let her find comfort in steven and form smoky quartz. 

but jasper… jasper doesn’t have anyone, and so she lets herself be consumed. all it takes is losing the only thing she’s been living for - the chance to avenge those who died, the chance prove that she’s more than a failure, the chance to consider herself a worthwhile person. so of course she just laughs at herself. she has no one, and she doesn’t think she deserves anyone, either.

maybe her own words are what she’s hearing in her head: “is it sinking in yet? you never had a chance”.

Rancher!McCree for @afterglowingassassin​’s fic (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

PSA for anybody who has ever felt insecure about how they write their character. Remember why you began writing them in the first place. Remember how much they mean to you and how much you enjoy writing them. There will be other people roleplaying the same character as you, it is inevitable, but there is only one of YOU and only one who plays the character the way YOU play them. You bring something special to that character. Something that nobody can mimic or do the same as because nobody is just like you. You need to accept that, and accept that there will be others, but just like you they will be playing the character their own way as well. Nobody is better. Nobody is the same. Nobody deserves to play a character more than another person does. This is no popularity contest and you should never feel as though you aren’t worthy of playing a character just because you or someone else has made you feel that way. Instead of comparing yourself to others who play the same character as you; try to embrace the differences and admire them. Cheer up and keep on keeping on. You love your character, you love roleplaying as that character, and in the end that is all that matters.

10

I just wanted to wish everyone a happy bgad… this was a lot more successful than the last few and we still have a whole day ahead of us… i hope everyone is happy, confidant, and comfortable because everyone is so damn beautiful and so damn deserving 😊

Happy Big Girl Appreciation Day lovelies😘😘… please continue to post, reblog, and support! You all have helped me grow as a person through your bravery, love, confidence, stories, and acceptance… thank you… honestly

Day 6: Murdoc’s Birthday

…this turns out more decent than my other Murdoc’s birthday post I’m

Oh well _(;3JL)_

I was gonna do a more “personal” version of 2doc but I just want a lil bit more fluff and domestic feels y’know, so just a cute cheek-kissing will do hehe

And yeah that’s Russel in the back and Noodle is snapshoting Murdoc opening his presents

Took place in phase 4 where everyone is chill and happy sobs

little avoidant personality disorder things

  • not being able to do school/job work with others or even go at all
  • feeling like youre being judged by everyone including strangers
  • having to ask if people still want to talk with you after a breakdown
  • distancing yourself from friends when it looks like theyre doing fine without you
  • thinking everyone else is better than you and that they deserve more
  • restraining yourself in relationships because youll be rejected otherwise
  • fearing criticism even when you need it
  • struggling to make friends or meet new people at all believing they wont like you
Why I Don't Like Kacchako

My post is going to get hate. I like venting my opinions.

I personally don’t like Kacchako because it reinforces the “All Girls Want Bad Boys” trope, a trope I HATE so much. I prefer seeing the nice guy get the girl because nice guys should receive positive consequences for good behavior. Nice guys deserve love more than the bad boys. If you want people to like you, be nice. It’s a simple concept.

Also, Bakugou has bullied Midoriya, Uraraka’s close friend, for most of his life and shows less respect towards her because of her friendship with Midoriya. That should be a big turn off for Uraraka. Bakugou reluctantly respecting her shouldn’t be enough for her to overlook Bakugou’s bullying. Sure, Bakugou and Midoriya’s relationship has gotten better, but that’s not enough considering Bakugou hasn’t had any nice moments with Uraraka for over one hundred chapters. It doesn’t even seem like they’re friends, just people who tolerate and respect each other. One doesn’t care much about the other.

I also find it annoying how people ship them after only a couple scenes when Uraraka has so much chemistry and development with other characters throughout the series, like Midoriya, Iida, and Tsuyu. The Bakugou and Uraraka fight is for individual character development rather than relationship development. Uraraka and Bakugou barely interact after their fight, and their relationship plays no significant role and gets very little development, if any, in future chapters.

Uraraka and Midoriya have had a lot of moments leading up to the fight and after the fight. They’ve been so sweet to each other. They’ve been each other’s number one fans. Uraraka was even trying to be more like Midoriya and was thinking about him while fighting Bakugou. It’s crazy how people can dismiss their close companionship and favor the very few moments Bakugou and Uraraka have. Midoriya being Uraraka’s number one supporter and close friend should be more important than Bakugou’s reluctant respect towards Uraraka.

Again, sorry about this post. I don’t normally care too much about ships. There’s just something about the overwhelming support for Kacchako that rubs me the wrong way. Since Bakugou barely interacts with any of the girls, it feels like people are desperate to ship him with some girl, so they ship him with Uraraka because she’s the only girl he has important moments with, albeit VERY FEW, and the moments they have are over 100 chapters ago.

Sorry if you’re a Kacchako shipper and you read this post. You can ship whatever you want. Don’t worry. I’m only one person with an opinion.

I am so incredibly proud of William Magnusson. All of his life he spent trying to please his parents, but especially his father. A father who had already drilled into him from a young age that he would never amount to anything unless he was a carbon copy of himself. The sad reality that William grew up in is that his parents could not have given a shit about him and his happiness. Yet, William continually tried to please him. William turned out to be a great guy with a huge heart even if its hard to see on the outside.

Why I’m proud of him is because today he made a decision. Today he finally chose himself. He chose Noora. He chose happiness. His family was never a family. William chose Noora because she is his family. William finally realized that nothing he will ever do will make his father love him the way he deserves to be loved. So he chose the girl who will and has. 

William is giving up everything he knows to be with Noora because she needs him and he needs her. He loves her so damn much and its beautiful. Not to mention, he’s giving up everything toxic in his life to become the best person he can be. His father literally told him that he’s being cut off and William doesn’t care. Because money does not equal happiness. William would be happy living in a cardboard box if that meant he could be with the woman he loves and make something of himself, He signed himself up for Law school. The boy who didn’t trust the legal system! Do you know how far he has come? When he had messed up and confessed, he chose to believe that it would all work out and it did. That’s true inspiration. Also, I am sure that the whole situation with Noora and NIco sparked that fire inside of him to make sure that never happens to anyone else ever again. William once wrote, “People need people.” and he’s dedicating his life to being a person that can be counted on. A  boy that has always been there for the people who needed him most. 

You don’t have to like William, but he has grown up in more ways than you can imagine. At least give him the credit where its deserved. 

Re: Mulan (2018)

It feels like they’re taking massive shortcuts with Mulan compared to what they did with Sleeping Beauty (Maleficent), Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast.

Songs aside, I think my biggest concern is that the exclusion of Shang and the inclusion of Chen changes the perception of Mulan’s achievements.

Chen, from the short character description revealed, is a fellow soldier and Ping’s rival in the army until he realizes “he’s” a woman and develops romantic feelings for Mulan.

Shang, Ping’s superior, begins to trust and admire Ping after he proves himself in training and combat, and only develops romantic feelings long after the reveal (which, by the way, was a breach of trust and that’s why he chose to send Mulan away after sparing her life instead of sexism. He already put his neck on the line by sparing her life– it’s clearly against the law for Mulan to be in the army at all.) Post-Mulan 1, Mulan makes the choice to continue seeing Shang and works with him in a team.

(Obviously we don’t have any more information about Chen, but that’s all that’s literally in his character description.)

It should be clear from what information we have about Chen that his role is quite different from Shang’s role in the original film.

Why does Mulan need a rival-turned-love interest? Why does she need a rival besides the Huns, period?

Any rivals she might have had in the army (ie, Yao, Li, and Chien Po, who initially spurned Mulan) were won over by Mulan’s perseverance and good spirit. The songs, in my opinion, are integral to making it clear that this is the case, showing her rejection of traditional Chinese female roles, showing her mental strength and physical adeptness, and showing her journey of personal growth.

What does it mean when Chen has feelings of rivalry for Mulan when he’s under the belief that she’s a man, and has feelings of love for her when he knows she’s a woman? Why is that dichotomy something the writers are introducing?

Isn’t it more important that Mulan and Shang, her superior, gain a relationship of mutual respect and admiration?

Mulan shows the empowerment of a smart Chinese woman who rises in the army by the beat of her own drum, and there should never need to be a rival (especially not a male rival) to combat her efforts.


And while I’m at it, appropriation, which is such a hot topic nowadays:

There are people who think that Disney’s Mulan is cultural appropriation (in the sense of disrespect) and who want Hua Mulan’s legend to be represented accurately in the live action, but as a Chinese person, I’m not at all offended by Disney’s portrayal of Mulan. 

(I digress, but Chinese people do have sense of humor, and did even in Ancient China– I don’t find the “lack” of seriousness in Disney’s portrayal disrespectful to the original legend. While the story is set in warfare, in my opinion the relative lightheartedness of Disney’s Mulan was important in showing Mulan’s effect on the situation.)

Mulan is a major window into Chinese culture for westerners. What does the average American know about China beyond takeout, laundromats, and communism? What do they know of Chinese people beyond those? To have Mulan, an animated movie aimed at people of all ages, that gives westerners insight into the rich history and dutiful/family-oriented culture that pervades Chinese society.

The fact that, in this historic Chinese setting, a strong independent female character rises from feeling like she can’t fit into her family’s expectations for her to finding her way and becoming a warrior who is respected and loved by her family and ALL OF CHINA is important! She proves herself time and time again to be intelligent and humble, gaining others’ respect for her prowess. 


tl;dr

(copied from my twitter thread on this subject)

Mulan doesn’t need a rival to suddenly take deeper romantic interest in her just because he finds out she’s not a man. 

She’s too busy kicking Hun ass and she deserves better than a sudden change of heart (therefore feminine validation) from the likes of Chen Honghui, her purported “rival.”

Mulan (1998) is not strictly faithful to the legend of Hua Mulan, but is still an important window into the China most Westerners forget existed and exists.

It still remains to be seen whether more redeeming information about the 2018 Mulan remake will emerge, but as Disney’s only film that represents China and Chinese people, it is massively important to me that it is done justice and is treated with the respect that Disney’s other blockbuster remakes are.

6

Allow me to introduce you to Robert Underwood Johnson (1853-1937). For the longest time, I only knew him as that one weirdly close friend of Nikola Tesla (himself a popular crush, it would seem). As I begin to research Robert further, I realized what a remarkable person he was in his own right.

Robert was the editor of the CENTURY magazine, which no longer exists, but in its time it published material by renowned writers and thinkers, including Tesla’s controversial article, THE PROBLEM OF INCREASING HUMAN ENERGY. Through his work with the magazine, Robert came to know anybody who was anybody in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. One article I read referred to him as a “genius whisperer.” That’s not far from the truth.

Robert is best remembered today because of his friendship with Tesla. Tesla was a notoriously asocial man who had very few close friends. Robert, and his wife Katharine, were the exceptions. Robert and Tesla shared a love of poetry, and Tesla nicknamed Robert “Luka Filipov” after a hero from a Serbian epic. The two men would remain close for the rest of Robert’s life, with Robert referring to Tesla as his best friend on several occasions.

(There’s all kinds of talk that Tesla may have been in love with Katharine Johnson, or vice versa, and while I think there is some merit to that theory, it’s not entirely pertinent to this post. Though I can’t help but wonder if Robert knew, and how he felt about it… But I digress.)

In 1920, President Wilson appointed Robert ambassador to Italy, a post he held until the summer of 1921. Robert was a lifelong Italophile who had been given awards by the Italian government for his work supporting international copyright laws.

I should dedicate some space to what Robert would most want to be remembered for: his poetry. While not necessarily a great poet, he did publish several books, and it’s hard to deny his passion and enthusiasm. He even wrote a poem titled IN TESLA’S LABORATORY, dedicated to his friend. He favored formal styles of poetry, often speaking out against what he saw as the encroachment of modernism on classical forms of expression (for example, he did not care for the work of either T.S. Eliot or Walt Whitman). While I do not necessarily agree with this, it does show that Robert was a strong minded individual who was completely dedicated to the causes he chose to support.

As previously mentioned, Robert was a friend of a great many famous and talented people. He records his reminiscences in his memoir, REMEMBERED YESTERDAYS, a warm and engaging look back on a fascinating life.

Some other neat things:
- His famous friends, apart from Tesla, included Mark Twain, John Muir, and Rudyard Kipling.

- It was at Robert’s encouragement that Ulysses Grant wrote his memoirs. They were published in the CENTURY at first.

- He and Muir helped establish Yosemite National Park.

- Katharine and Robert had two children, Owen and Agnes. Owen went on to become a successful writer.

- In the early 20th century, Robert was the secretary of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. At this time, there were many rabidly misogynistic members of this all-male organization. When the question of the election of women to the Academy was raised, Robert supported letting women in, in spite of the often vicious opposition from other members.

- Apparently, as Katharine Johnson lay dying, she told her husband to always keep in touch with Tesla. Shortly there after, Robert wrote to Tesla saying that this might not be an easy thing to do, but it would not be his fault if it was not done.

- It’s like, wow, you can really tell how much he loved this woman.

- He signed his last note (before his death in 1937) to Tesla as “Luka Filipov.” Are you crying yet? I am.

OK, I’m sorry, this turned into a really long post, but Robert Underwood Johnson deserves the recognition. He was more than just Tesla’s friend. He was a poet, a diplomat, an editor, an environmentalist, an activist, a friend, a father, a husband. He was, I truly believe, a good and admirable person not only for his own time, but for ours as well. As a lover of all things Italian who’s been known to scribble down the odd poem now and again, I feel especially drawn to him. Everybody should have as good a friend as him. Hell, everyone should try to be as good a friend as him.

Tl:dr Robert was an insanely accomplished dude who was BFFs with some awesome people, was an awesome person in his own right, and was probably the best friend anyone ever had. He deserves to be more than just a footnote in the Tesla story.

Now, if you’ll permit me a little more room, a quick guide to the photos (from top to bottom):

- Robert as a younger man. I’m not gonna lie, I never found beards attractive until I saw this old, grainy photo.

- with Tesla in the laboratory. Supposedly they did this a lot.

- walking down the steps of the White House like a boss after being appointed Ambassador to Italy.

- seen here at left modeling for the sculptor Paul Swan, at right. That bust is majestic.

- portrait by William Merritt Chase, a fellow member of the Academy and one of the most important artists of the day.

- an Onion headline edit by yours truly. Robert was tough and downright feisty when he had to be, but I think this still applies.

Cheers, Mr. Ambassador!

i know you’re tired.. i know you want to stop. you deserve more than this, you don’t have to settle for less. those tears are too precious, save them for the person who’s trully worth for it. i know you’re afraid to let someone in, again. i know you think that you’ll just get hurt, again. your heart is too good to be broken. just take your time, you’ll be fine. you don’t need to rush things. but please, don’t get stuck in a room that is full of pain and sadness. you’re strong, you’re a fighter. i know you’re insecure, i know that you’ve been hard to yourself. you can’t even remember how it feels to be happy, again. but soon, okay? you’ll smile again without pain in it. you’ll be okay, you’ll be better.
—  dear self // 3:25
Space pick up lines 😙🌌

Are you the winds on Neptune? Because you take my breath away.

I sent all your selfies to nasa, because you’re a star

Are we on Jupiter? Because your hand is heavier than normal, here let me hold it for you

Are you made of fluorine iodine and neon? Because you are F I Ne

Even in 0 g, I’d fall for you

Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you

You deserve a ring the size of Saturn’s

You’re hotter than Venus ;)

Are you mercury? Because you’ll always be first to me

Let’s get astrophysical

ive never seen a positivity post for tourettes kids on here with more than 100 notes so..

shout out to tourettes kids who have violent tics. who have painful, unpleasant and awkward tics. who feel ashamed of their tics. who love their tics. shout out to tourettes kids who are looked down on for doing and saying things that they cant control. no matter what people say about you, you are not a bad person or something to be hidden and kept away. you are wonderful, beautiful, and strong people who deserve everything good in the world and im on your side.