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lavonne:

Underwear, smoothie, wet hair, dirty mirror, James’ studio—I love this shot for some reason.
On being naked on the Internet.
I’d guess that most people wouldn’t feel positively about having their intimate parts shared permanently with the world. And why is that? Because they don’t feel good about their bodies? Because they are taught their bodies are shameful? Because they are afraid of causing some kind of scandal and ruining their future lives as teachers and presidents? Maybe they just don’t feel like it? There are too many reasons to list, and I’ve felt many of them at different times. But I didn’t stop sharing. Why? Because the reasons I felt were all based on fear, not the truth, and I feel strongly that many of them are worth fighting against.
I’m glad to be part of a movement of women who freely share themselves with the world, because I feel it is important to tell everyone that it’s okay to do so, and it’s okay to do it just for fun.
The body and sexuality shaming that women face everyday for a multitude of reasons is deeply damaging and unacceptable. We should feel great about our bodies, regardless of shape, size, or colour. We should feel great about our vast spectrum of sexualities. We should be able to do whatever it is we want, as long as we’re not hurting others.
Being naked is harmless, but buying into the oppressive rules built by our society is not. Helping enforce these awful rules is not.
I know this issue reaches beyond women and nudity in a broad range of directions, but I can only speak for myself and what I’m feeling in this moment. Still, the idea is simple and universal: be true to yourself and harm none.
To all those who tell us we are bad people, that we should be ashamed, or change who we are: that is not okay. May we replace this oppression with freedom, this fear and hate with unconditional love for all.

lavonne:

Underwear, smoothie, wet hair, dirty mirror, James’ studio—I love this shot for some reason.

On being naked on the Internet.

I’d guess that most people wouldn’t feel positively about having their intimate parts shared permanently with the world. And why is that? Because they don’t feel good about their bodies? Because they are taught their bodies are shameful? Because they are afraid of causing some kind of scandal and ruining their future lives as teachers and presidents? Maybe they just don’t feel like it? There are too many reasons to list, and I’ve felt many of them at different times. But I didn’t stop sharing. Why? Because the reasons I felt were all based on fear, not the truth, and I feel strongly that many of them are worth fighting against.

I’m glad to be part of a movement of women who freely share themselves with the world, because I feel it is important to tell everyone that it’s okay to do so, and it’s okay to do it just for fun.

The body and sexuality shaming that women face everyday for a multitude of reasons is deeply damaging and unacceptable. We should feel great about our bodies, regardless of shape, size, or colour. We should feel great about our vast spectrum of sexualities. We should be able to do whatever it is we want, as long as we’re not hurting others.

Being naked is harmless, but buying into the oppressive rules built by our society is not. Helping enforce these awful rules is not.

I know this issue reaches beyond women and nudity in a broad range of directions, but I can only speak for myself and what I’m feeling in this moment. Still, the idea is simple and universal: be true to yourself and harm none.

To all those who tell us we are bad people, that we should be ashamed, or change who we are: that is not okay. May we replace this oppression with freedom, this fear and hate with unconditional love for all.

(Source: blog.marlolavonne.com)

tiasiandaly:

diinkle-berg:

me at the end of the school year.

i want this gif on my grave stone.

tiasiandaly:

diinkle-berg:

me at the end of the school year.

i want this gif on my grave stone.

untellinq:

more paper flowerss

untellinq:

more paper flowerss

nasturbate:

i wanna do cute things like hold your hand and cuddle and make you moan uncontrollably

(Source: nasturbate)

How The Signs React To a Zombie Apocalypse

psych-facts:

Aquarius – will be totally unemotional and as the trendsetter for the future, their job is to eliminate as many “walkers” as they can.  Aquarians tend to be rebels just for the sake of having their own way so don’t try to stop them…they will do it their way even if others have proved it wrong.

Pisces – will try to befriend the zombies and understand their past.  They will be the ones looking for medical supplies with Shane and will help to heal anyone regardless of whether they are a zombie or human.
 
Aries – will be like the character Rick as they love to lead.  They’ll be the ones to take a gamble and their desire for the “thrill of the hunt”, will drag others into the woods where their survival will be up to each person’s instincts.

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so much for 6+ months clean…

A short poem in my native tongue:

diracpointless:

Leigh anois go curamach, ar do scrudpáipéar na treoracha agus na ceisteanna a ghabhann le cuid a.

untilyourbreathingst0ps:

pearls:

pearls:

i touched a dick once and it was the scariest thing in my life because it had a really cold head and i don’t know it wasn’t fun

sometimes the ‘i’ and ‘u’ shouldn’t be so close on the keyboard 

ive seen this post umpteen times and ive always thought that if you switched u and i around it wouldn’t make sense like “u touched a” and i literally just realised you meant duck and not dick i swear to god i am the biggest fucking idiot.

(Source: gingerbreadlou)

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That’s why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.

Octavia Butler (via writeoutoflove)

(Source: gradientlair)

bullied:

party at my house bring food then leave

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