This Dust. That Mud.

1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.

2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.

3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.

4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.

5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.

6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.

7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.

Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola. (via spearmintblonde)

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Trailer for the documentary After Tiller

AFTER TILLER intimately explores the highly controversial subject of third-trimester abortions in the wake of the 2009 assassination of practitioner Dr. George Tiller. The procedure is now performed by only four doctors in the United States, all former colleagues of Dr. Tiller, who risk their lives every day in the name of their unwavering commitment toward their patients. Directors Martha Shane and Lana Wilson have created a moving and unique look at one of the most incendiary topics of our time, and they’ve done so in an informative, thought-provoking, and compassionate way.

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Screenings

Adults are asked how they imagine the future of the world - bleak.

Then they watch their children talk about their dreams.

A quick video, but thought provoking.

ADHD in children?

The 5-year-old boy I’m tutoring will be evaluated for adhd soon because his teacher was strongly suggesting it.  

I’m looking for information about adhd, particularly in children, but have no idea where to start.

Anyone know of any good websites, books, articles, etc. that you could recommend?

Probably about 6 or so months ago I put this shirt away and haven’t worn it because I thought I looked terrible in it, mainly because I thought I looked too fat in it.
Tried it on again today and my immediate thought was, “I must have lost some weight, because I think I look good.”  but I quickly realized that was wrong, that I’ve most likely gained weight since then, and that I am less likely nowadays to equate weight with beauty.  I feel cute today.  I feel cute in this shirt.  I love how happy and content I am with my body these days.

Probably about 6 or so months ago I put this shirt away and haven’t worn it because I thought I looked terrible in it, mainly because I thought I looked too fat in it.

Tried it on again today and my immediate thought was, “I must have lost some weight, because I think I look good.”  but I quickly realized that was wrong, that I’ve most likely gained weight since then, and that I am less likely nowadays to equate weight with beauty.  I feel cute today.  I feel cute in this shirt.  I love how happy and content I am with my body these days.

Yesterday the mom of the kid I’m tutoring told me that he came home from kindergarten the other day, yet again bored by school, and asked her why the school couldn’t bring me in to be the teacher instead.  She said she told him she wished they could.  I wish that could happen, too, kid.

Rant time.

The other day I was hanging out with my neighbor.  We’ve hung out a few times before and it’s been mostly fine.  This time he started getting a little touchy and then told me to blow him.  I said fuck no, so he told me all about how I’m going to be lonely for the rest of my life because I refuse to please men.  Because any man that tells me to blow him, I better get down on my knees and start sucking, right?  Because how am I ever going to have any men in my life if I’m not fucking them?  He proceeded to  ask me why I hate men.  Because not wanting to suck his dick and getting angry about what he had just said = me hating all men.  For the next hour, until I asked him for the hundredth time to leave, he continually insulted me for every fucking reason possible.  I felt myself getting so tense, raising my voice while trying to stop it, getting flustered, and feeling crazy when he kept changing what he was saying. I haven’t felt that way since my last relationship with an abusive asshole.  Red.  Fucking.  Flags.

But the worst part is I’m not feeling comfortable in my apartment alone, and there’s nothing I can do about this.  I know I’ll see him again.  I know he’ll keep texting me.  I know he’ll come knock on my door sometime.  And all I can do is keep telling him to leave me alone and hope he does.

It’s a weird feeling being an introvert but being scared of being alone.  It’s kind of killing me.  Self care today.  I better feel better soon.

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It’s that time of year again.

I keep seeing claims that people are shaming women for wearing sexy costumes for Halloween. The people making these claims seem to be missing the point, so I made a graphic for them.

Sorry my handwriting is so shitty.

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