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h0odrich:

Shoutout to every black and white cat named oreo

captainofthekarmyarmy:

After watching the fifth episode of Til Lease Do Us Part (X)

captainofthekarmyarmy:

After watching the fifth episode of Til Lease Do Us Part (X)

Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.

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thetrevorproject:

impactprogram:

thefrogman:

Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead. 

On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it. 

In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern. 

The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead. 

It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost. 

"It was just a joke, quite being so sensitive."

"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."

"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."

Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony. 

People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin. 

People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them. 

You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.

Well said!

Do your best to be thoughtful with your words and actions. You have the opportunity to bring light into someone’s life today!

freakyfeatures:

hey, so are we on a “tu” basis or are we still pretty “vous”

enjoras:

on a scale of oberyn martell to sansa stark how good are you at hiding how much you hate someone

I recently took an epic 5-day vacation to my family cottage with my best friends. Spending so long just relaxing and having fun with your favourite people is good for your soul! We played games, we paddled, we chatted, and most importantly, we hugged/cuddlled SO MUCH! I am so grateful to have these wonderful souls in my life.

Shoutout to the Gay Women Channel for my awesome cottaging tshirt ;)

PLANNING A FUN TRIP WITH MY BFF

howdoiputthisgently:

WE’RE LIKE:

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shiningartifact:

thethorleitstein:

House Stark

THIS. IS. THE. GREATEST. EVER.

shiningartifact:

thethorleitstein:

House Stark

THIS. IS. THE. GREATEST. EVER.

jonsnowball:

airnuttedsohard:

Who waves to a selfie Angelia Jolie

apparently Angelia Jolie

(Source: idlers-beatle-dream)

abandonedography:

There’s something particularly eerie about an abandoned shopping mall. Perhaps it’s the stark contrast from its intended purpose: to see such a sterile place once designed to entice throngs of shoppers into its doors, now so completely devoid of any human life, dilapidated and darkened with time. It’s basically the very definition of post-apocalyptic. But in the case of the (now ironically named) New World shopping mall in Bangkok, Thailand, abandonment by humans doesn’t equate with lifelessness. The mall, which reportedly caught fire in 1999 (rumored to be arson by a competitor), has since flooded with several feet of water and become a paradise for koi and catfish.

As seen in these photos from chef / travel writer Jesse Rockwell, the resulting “urban aquarium” is at once delightful and surreal. Rockwell writes on his travel, photography, and food blog A Taste of The Road that someone deliberately introduced the fish (to probably reduce mosquitoes) into the vacant mall, but that locals in Bangkok’s old town “discourage people from visiting it.” He says he had to wait for a policeman to leave before entering, which makes his resulting images all the more breathtaking. (via The Verge)