I also adore giraffes <3
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Billy was always my favorite of the boys… Just goes to show you, I was pretty much born a Fruit Fly….
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Adriana Lima and Alessandra Ambrosio with and without make up.
Also without: their hair professionally done, professional lighting, shadows and angles and the ever present usage of professional digital editing software such as Photoshop.
And guess what…they look normal. Just like any other woman. Unless you get all of the above mentioned perks too, it’s not fair to compare yourself to manipulated photographs of normal looking women.Use your eyes and see that what you’re killing yourself to look like is fake and manufactured beauty. Those women look just fine without all of the bullshit they do to make them deemed socially sexy… and so do you.
#justsayin
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How do i get my hair to do that? Tease it? Use a blow dryer? Never looks the same when I try it… there must be some secret I dont know about…
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I’ve done it again, that thing I said last year that Id never do again? yeah, well, Ive started doing it again…
Ive been posting more on my second blog again… Which I think Im just going to refer to is my hipster blog… Even though its not particularly a hipster blog… But its all mostly pretty pictures and quotes and stuff… I dunno.
Damn you tumblr for not having a function that allows us to switch our main blogs…
But if you arent already following it and you feel like checking it out, go for it, Ive already got more followers on that one than I do on my main one… Which is kinda weird that ive gained more followers there in a couple of weeks than I gained on my main blog in, what? Two years now? o.O
Anywhoo, heres my other tumblr
And Ill still be posting on this one! Promise I wont abandon it or anything :)
if this video is not spread, this woman will die.if this video is spread, there is a chance justice shall be served.
PLEASE WATCH THIS AND SHARE IF YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR COUNTRY. Do you know all those ads on TV telling you the Gulf Coast is safe? Do you know those BP commercials telling you they care about their employees, that they’ve cleaned up the spill? Well, here’s a video of a woman who was a one of the thousands of clean-up crew members…
Her body is now degenerating rapidly. She’s lost feeling in her right arm, and severe neurological/nerve damage is starting to cause uncontrollable facial twitching. Her fellow clean-up crew friends are dying. This is heartbreaking and will make you sick to your stomach, but we all need to demand the media and government and BP acknowledge the true horror of this situation. This is your opportunity to use the Internet (and Tumblr) to impact the world. Look at the Middle-East, and think how much more powerful we as Internet-users are in America because of our guaranteed access to these digital tools.
If EVERY person on Tumblr who saw this (yes, you) reblogged and posted it on facebook, it will become a huge, national news story.
This is not a “I should reblog because I’ll feel bad if I don’t” sort of thing. This is a serious fucking reblog and I swear to god if none of you reblog it I am going on an unfollowing spree. I don’t care how many followers I fucking lose. She says in the video “They’re gonna let us die.” And she’s right. They are just letting them die. I am so fucking sick of this government and secrets and everything. Fucking reblog.
rjldfdh i saw this a while ago, this is so horrible.
this is so awful
everyone deserves the medical treatment needed to save their lives, the fact that she has kids and she knows she’s going to die because people are to bone idol to help the people who helped them, it’s vile
Just reblog this.
I couldn’t agree more. She deserves the fucking care she needs so she can live. She’s a hero. Please reblog this.
EVERYONE should reblog this.
I don’t usually do this, but… just reblog. Please.
just reblog this guys.
I cried, it’s so heartbreaking. Guys, reblog this. Just do it. It’s not going to ruin your blog, it’ll make it better. JUST REBLOG THIS OKAY?!
EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS NEEDS TO REBLOG IT. LIKE NOW.
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WOW
I’m not going to ask you to stop whatever you’re doing and reblog this. But it would mean a lot if you did. This says so much…
what the actual fuck.
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My Chemical Romance is a band that defines my teenage years. Music is what got me through that stage where I thought I knew everything, and that everything was not something I enjoyed. Being a teenager, for me, brought a lot of darkness and emptiness. From 13 to 17, I did not see an end to my anxiety and depression, and I didn’t know how to deal with that.
This song is what gave hope. It shows great courage and determination to keep on living, to keep hope alive, and to believe in personal strength. It validated my feelings and gave me the strength to fight. This song started out as a hope for the future, something I could one day listen to and be proud that this was my song. Now, at this moment, it is a song that represents my story.
“And I know
There’s nothing I can say
To change that part”
These lines symbolize a feeling I was all too familiar with—that feeling of needing to fix something and not knowing how. I am usually the rock, the one who can give people advice and support. At this time in my life, I could see that my social anxiety and depression were problems. I was feeding my anxiety in the only relief I could find at that time, self-injury. I knew this was not healthy, and I knew that I needed to stop. I knew what I needed to hear, think, and do, but there was nothing I could tell myself to make it better.
“A life that’s so demanding
I get so weak
A love that’s so demanding
I can’t speak”
I moved around a lot growing up. I moved somewhere new every two years, which was torture for my anxiety. I would finally start building friendships and community, and then it would be time for me to leave. Change was not something I could handle well. My family saw it and blame themselves, which made it worse. I felt like I was the one who was hurting them because I could not stop being scared.
My anxiety kept me from talking to people, especially talking about my feelings. It isolated me. There was nothing I could say to make it better, so I felt that there was no point in me saying anything at all. I ended up in a relationship in high school that took a lot from me, but nothing was ever given back. I felt trapped because he kept me safe from the parts of life that made me afraid, but I did not feel safe with him.
It was at this point in my life, in the middle of an unhealthy relationship, that I decided to talk about my feelings, because enough was enough and something had to be done. I talked to my family and my friends; I even reached out to a teacher. Then, I learned about To Write Love On Her Arms. Community had always been something I feared, but I was running straight toward it.
“I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone”
These are the lines in the song that I repeat to myself every time I feel my anxiety pushing to the surface. I am not afraid anymore. I say to myself that I can “do life.” The things I dealt with will stay with me forever, but I will never let them define me. It will never be an excuse, and it will never be all of who I am.
I am a survivor, and nothing can stop me.
“Can you see
My eyes are shining bright
‘Cause I’m out here
On the other side”
This part of the song was my goal for a long time. I wanted to feel these words. I wanted to allow myself to sing these words with pride.
I can do that now.
The light had finally been turned on in my mind and heart. I feel that when I look in the mirror. There is light, compassion, and love behind my eyes. I am on the other side of my anxiety, depression, and self-injury. I can honestly say that no one will ever push me to that dark place again. The only person that can push me there is myself. That is why I live my life day-to-day. Recovery is one day at a time.
“I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I’d never speak
Awake and unafraid”
These lines have changed for me in the last two months. Before these lines meant my anxiety and depression lying next to me day after day. They are things I will always be recovering from and dealing with healthily. Now, these lines are about freedom. I am talking about my story and my struggles, and I am not afraid of them.
Sharing a house with five beautiful people during this internship has changed the meaning of these last few words. I have let these people into my story. They will always be with me. I carry them in my heart.
After this internship, we will all be going back to our lives and taking our lessons back home. These people have heard the words I thought I’d never speak, and I am not afraid of that. I sought refuge in community, and I am a changed young woman, not that lost teenager I once was thanks to my bravery and my community.
—Abi
Fall 2011 Intern
