Requiem for a Dreamer

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This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.

I promised a long time ago that I’d reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.

an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as ‘asking for it’, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.

Always, always reblog.

Doesn’t matter what your blog is about. Forever reblog.

Reblogging for around the 100th time

always reblog

Relatable post.

reblogging because instead of teaching girls that they can’t dress how they want people should teach boys and men to not rape men or women.

doesn’t go with my blog. but I have to reblog this.

(Source: neptunepirate, via losttoysintheattic)

This happened yesterday while I was in WalMart.

Male cashier with multiple tattoos (two of them are colored in with rainbow):	How are you this evening?
Me:	Pretty good. Starving, obviously. How are you?
Cashier:	Not bad. I can't wait to get off my shift and get home to my boyfriend.
Woman behind me:	Wait, you're gay?
Cashier:	Yeah. . . ?
Woman:	That's a shame.
Me:	Why?
Woman:	He seemed like such a wonderful man, it's a shame he's gay.
Cashier:	Why is it a shame?
Woman:	It's wrong! It's immoral, it's dis-
Me:	Excuse me, but what's it to you if he's gay?
Woman:	It's offensive!
Me:	But how does it affect you?
Woman:	What?
Me:	Where exactly does it start to make sense that it affects you? A relationship is between 2 people, not 3.
Woman:	sputters a bit, then leaves without her food
Cashier:	. . . Wow, thank you.
Me:	Ignorant people are the reason I claim to be allergic to the human race.

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everythingiscurious:

Deep in the Costa Rican jungle, a fisherman named Chito discovered a crocodile that had been shot in the eye by a cattle farmer and left for dead. Chito was able to drag the massive reptile into his boat and brought him to his home, where he stayed by his side for months, nursing him back to health.He named the croc Pocho. “I stayed by Pocho’s side while he was ill, sleeping next to him at night. I just wanted him to feel that somebody loved him, that not all humans are bad.” said Chito, ““It meant a lot of sacrifice. I had to be there every day. I love all animals – especially ones that have suffered.”The day finally came when Pocho was strong enough to go back into the wild. Chito took him to a lake near his house and released him, but the animal simply got back out of the water and followed him home.“Then I found out that when I called his name he would come over to me.” says Chito. The fisherman has been hesitant to tell his story, even though 20 years have passed since he first rescued Pocho.Pocho is roughly 5.18 meters (17 feet) long. He and Chito play, wrestle and hug on a daily basis. That bond, Chito said, took years to forge.“After a decade I started to work with him.”, says Chito casually, “At first it was slow, slow. I played with him a bit, slowly doing more.”Chito has told his story now only to raise awareness of the cruelty that can be done to animals, and the difference that affection and treating other rightly can make.“He’s my friend, I don’t want to treat him like a slave or exploit him.” said Chito, “I am happy because I rescued him and he is happy with me because he has everything he needs.”

This is the sweetest thing I have ever seen.

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What would happen if I met Hiddles . . .

Me:	Hi Tom can you sign this for me?
Hiddles:	of course.....what is it?
me:	oh just a marriage certificate..
Hiddles:	.....
Me:	I mean its a piece of paper...just a piece of paper Tom

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missavia:

You know you really don’t like someone when…

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true fact

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every time i lose a follower i assume they found a picture of my face

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Introduction to Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

Child of the pure unclouded brow

And dreaming eyes of wonder!

Though time be fleet, and I and thou

Are half a life asunder,

Thy loving smile will surely hail

The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face,

Nor heard thy silver laughter:

No thought of me shall find a place

In thy young life’s hereafter—

Enough that now thou wilt not fail

To listen to my fairy-tale,

A tale begun in other days,

When summer suns were glowing—

A simple chime, that served to time

The rhythm of our rowing—

Whose echoes live in memory yet,

Though envious years would say ‘forget.’

Come, hearken then, ere voice of

dread,

With bitter tidings laden,

Shall summon to unwelcome bed

A melancholy maiden!

We are but older children, dear,

Who fret to find out bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding

snow,

The storm-wind’s moody madness—

Within, the fireflight’s ruddy glow,

And childhood’s nest of gladness.

The magic word’s shall hold thee

fast:

Thou shalt not heed the raving

blast.

And, though the shadow of a sigh,

May tremble through the story,

For ‘happy summer days’ gone by,

And vanish’d summer glory—.

It shall not touch, with breath of

bale,

The pleasance of our fairy-tale.

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austinkleon:

Reading positions by Kate Beaton (who’s on Tumblr!)

Oh wow. This is so me.

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