vantasticmess:

thedinosaurprince:

fuckingrapeculture:

signifierofmalepower:

My picks from #safetytipsforladies on Twitter.

brilliant

ALWAYS REBLOG.

actually sitting here crying with laughter

SEXUAL CONSENT VOLTRON

Reblog if you were ever bullied.

julieidk:

fake-a-smile-and-say-im-fine:

madeofdoom:

jamdalfs-milph:

squeekz4all:

rox1108:

007-reporting:

angelsontheearth:

17851

That’s disgusting.

Well done society.

Well done.

20,299.

148,628

173,490

208,261 that is horrific.

Depressingly, I think it would be a lot higher if people understood that if it’s from friends it counts, if it’s from family it counts, if it’s so subtle no one else notices it still fucking counts.

218,770

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213k 

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best-of-funny:

thebananarunt:

let’s play a game called how long can i put off my assignment until i start stress crying

X 

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what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves

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That moment when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from seeing or hearing something that breaks your heart.

clmadness:

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Holy shit!! I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY PERSON THIS HAPPENED TOO!!!

bklynheart:

fuckingblacksabbath:

221books:

catbountry:

myeyesarehazel:

Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”

My entire educational experience summed up in one sentence.

My entire life summed up in one sentence. 

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The more I think about this, the more crazy I think I am.

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Fuck me i loved him in this movie!!!

(Source: arrowoftime)

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eat-exercise-love:

livingafitlife:

my-healthiest-year:

This is so important.

I was never a runner. I hated running. I was one of those people who only ran “if a bear was chasing me”.

Then I got MS. Now I can’t run. Physically can’t. I don’t have the balance required. My muscles can’t move fast enough. I have foot drop, which means I trip over my own toes while walking, much less running. My muscles can’t react fast enough to cushion the blows of the foot strikes - try running without bending your knees and you’ll see what I mean.

I often say that if I magically gained back the ability to run, I’d go full-tilt until I collapse. I can’t run with my daughter, and that kills me.

So if you can run, do. You never know when you won’t be able to ever again.

Reblogging for this message.

oh god

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deerpong:

there’s something very satisfying about buying office supplies but I’m not quite sure how to explain that feeling

dosopod:

“you don’t look depressed though”

oh yeah sorry i forgot to bring my literal dark cloud with me today

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