contrary to popular belief, vincent van gogh actually cut his ear off so he could not hear the haters

eastcollins:

i keep thinking heathyr’s icon is mine

they’re not even that similar but

aatombomb:

We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him.

The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.

“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.”

The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. 

“So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.”

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internetfangurl:

I was thinking about ships, and such. And they all have a feeling to them. I’m not sure if everyone else feels the same or not, but here it is.

• Destiel is like sacrifice, pain, and love. It’s blue. It’s funny until you remember it’s not suppose to be. Like hearing an old song then actually listening to the lyrics, and you realize it’s a sad song. It was always a sad song.
• Samifer is dark. Twisted need. Not love. Fire and burning until nothing is left except one another. They fall into place together. It’s blood and hearing broken glass crunch under your shoes.
• Sabriel is playful with a twinge of sad. It’s knowing you have to go home after a day at the park. It’s running away from that home to go to another park. An empty play ground where no one watches two people alone on the swings. Two people who are okay not thinking about anything.
• Wincest is a Summer day in a random year that passed a long time ago. It’s the middle of the day with music playing in the other room, but you can’t hear the words, and it doesn’t matter because you’re falling asleep on the couch. At the same time, it’s comfort over the loss of something great. Always. It’s saying forever, and actually meaning it.

This is kind of what I feel every time I think about them.