thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon:

queen-of-the-rising-demons:

queen-of-the-rising-demons:

Reblog if you support Misha Collins for President.

if this gets to 30k notes my mom promises she will buy me tickets to the next supernatural con in DC so I can read the poem I wrote about how Misha saved my life, to Misha, in person. You guys just can’t imagine what joy this would bring me. If I had the opportunity to meet Misha Collins in person, I would officially set a vow to never make an attempt on my life again.
Please reblog.
Thanks SPN fandom and everyone else.

REBLOG THIS, WE ARE GETTING YOU TO MISHA

thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon:

queen-of-the-rising-demons:

queen-of-the-rising-demons:

Reblog if you support Misha Collins for President.

if this gets to 30k notes my mom promises she will buy me tickets to the next supernatural con in DC so I can read the poem I wrote about how Misha saved my life, to Misha, in person. You guys just can’t imagine what joy this would bring me. If I had the opportunity to meet Misha Collins in person, I would officially set a vow to never make an attempt on my life again.

Please reblog.

Thanks SPN fandom and everyone else.

REBLOG THIS, WE ARE GETTING YOU TO MISHA

the-grace-of-cas:

sonianeverland:

hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.

It is keeping me alive

lokicolouredglasses:

fandom-universe:

kungfucarrie:

The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.”

"Come on, let’s mix it up!" The heart surgeon says.
"B-but we’ve always done it this way!" The other replies, "this is how you replace a heart valve."
"That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language!" The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. "This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios."


(taken from this post on the experiments of Harry Harlow)
This is serious business, because this is a large part of how sexism, racism, homophobia, rape culture, ethnocentrism, etc. continue to happen.

lokicolouredglasses:

fandom-universe:

kungfucarrie:

The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.”

"Come on, let’s mix it up!" The heart surgeon says.

"B-but we’ve always done it this way!" The other replies, "this is how you replace a heart valve."

"That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language!" The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. "This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios."

(taken from this post on the experiments of Harry Harlow)

This is serious business, because this is a large part of how sexism, racism, homophobia, rape culture, ethnocentrism, etc. continue to happen.

roarkshop:

aqueousserenade:

coledownlow:

I love this quote. I love this movie.

This scene impressed me so much when I first saw it. It still fills me with… idk something. I love it.

Still one of my favorite lines from a movie ever. 

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catazoid:

As promised, here are some pictures of Lyalya’s first walk outside! Look at the bushy little squirrel tail :D the sandpit was her favorite spot! She was extremely excited and threw sand all over the place

this is a fucking squirrel. this is a fucking squirrel with a cat’s head. who is responsible for this

"Faggot"

lunadarkshine:

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BLESS THIS POST seriously anytime someone says faggot this is what I have to explain.

book—quotes:

Terry Goodkind, Wizard’s First Rule (Sword of Truth #1)

book—quotes:

Terry Goodkind, Wizard’s First Rule (Sword of Truth #1)

monobeartheater:

dimpleforyourthoughts:

i just want a boy who touches me distractedly

like sitting watching a movie and he just kinds of drags his fingers over your skin while watching and he doesn’t have a motive he’s not trying to tickle you or be sexual with you he’s just touching your skin and feeling the shape of your bones under that skin like it’s physically comforting for him to know that you’re there right under his fingertips

oh fuck i didnt know girls liked when i did this

averagefairy:

u ever text someone something risky and every second that they dont respond is another spike in ur blood pressure and u stare at your hand like why did u type that u fool its over the universe is crumbling to pieces this is my demise

"

"How often", she asked me the night before
“Do you think it’s okay to fall apart?”

We live in a “break it, you pay” kind of culture

A handle falls off of
A coffee mug and suddenly- the entire thing is useless. We lean to sweep evidence beneath the rug, throw broken pieces into a paper bag and never think about them again.

The Japanese knew another way. They mended their broken vases with gold, aggrandized the sharp corners and turned shards of broken pottery into basins that hold light
Together.

But here, there’s no room for mistakes.

We give up so easily- on broken toys, snapped piano legs, on each other- and we make believe that even out tongues are bulletproof, as if we are stronger than what these fragile bones can take.

We don’t forgive our broken bowls. We don’t learn to piece them back together. We trip over our own skeletons.

And sweep them back beneath our skin; collect the splattering of our sorrows and flush them down the toilet like

Secrets. Were so ashamed of that which fumbles and falls through our fingers that we forget that

There’s another way; another way instead of going through our days buying coffee at five A.M. And fucking above the covers while rattling and spilling over, our insides bleeding from all the damn glass.

We were never taught that
By the end our lives, we didn’t have to be made of a hundred million cracks. We were never taught that we could have it differently, that we could piece ourselves back together with light,

That our bodies could burn from the inside out.

"
"Kintsugi" by Shinji Moon
“The Anatomy of Being” (via theminorwars)