Im 20something in love with life, nature,family,travel, adventrue,love,music,theatre, and most importantly God. None of these pictures belong to me if so ill say so. Feel free to ask me anything and follow me on this journey :)
Most guys do not have to deal with the world of women. They’re born from us, they live around us, but for the most part, we take care of our own shit. We buy our own tampons. We deal with skeevy guys who catcall us. We deal with crappier work situations. We deal with getting told we suck at things because we have a vagina, and that we need to be prettier. […]
Then, they had daughters. […]
The girl goes to school, and you watch how she’s never called on. You hear someone insult someone else by calling them ‘a girl’, and it stings. Your little girl is awesome! She’s brave and smart and funny! Why would anyone use that as an insult? Then, you remember all the times you did it.
And then, you realize that, all along, you’ve been a part of the problem.
It’s like when a man has a daughter he suddenly wakes up and realizes, “Oh my God, boys out there are going to treat my daughter the way I used to treat girls”. That’s why men are so protective of their daughters. They know how awful boys are because they acted the same exact way. And instead of teaching your sons not to be assholes, you hide your daughters away.
Tired of this shit
"Passion is not friendly. It is arrogant, superbly contemptuous of all that is not itself, and, as the very definition of passion implies the impulse to freedom, it has a mighty intimidating power. It contains a challenge. It contains an unspeakable hope."
when I commit to a person, I FUCKING COMMIT. if their depression, anxiety or life comes knocking, you bet your ass i’m at the door with a double sided axe waiting for a good fight.
you cant expect people, to always be happy, even if they are in love. because life doesn’t stop for anyone. But you can be there for the good fight.
my god why can’t everyone be like this
Sometimes I find myself in situations in which I have no control. I cant ask a question or make a comment to resolve miscommunication. It’s frustrating. The people who can dont. They stay quite and let things go without closure and understanding. No words until the shit hits but then there are no guarantees that even that will happen. Maybe its just the bpd making me over think someone elses need for those things. Maybe its ok they dont care about how the other person may feel after they walk away.
This is an amazing site for calming down after a panic attack or to get your mind off of anxieties, basically you just make sand art with your mouse. Highly recommend
THIS IS SO COOL THO
SO MUCH FUNNNN
this site is fun as hell
Very distracting. Love it.