Live. Laugh. Love.

"Stop waiting for Fridays, and stop waiting for Summers, and stop waiting for someone to fall in love with you because those things will happen. But in the meantime, enjoy right now.” x

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If men don’t have to be aggressive, women won’t be compelled to be submissive. If men don’t need to control, women won’t have to be controlled. Both men and women should feel free to be strong. It is time that we all see gender as a spectrum instead of two sets of opposing ideals. We should stop defining each other by what we are not and start defining ourselves by who we are.

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thousands-of-scorpions:

lalalaindigo:


Baby fox I met today in the forest


Awwwww

Running into a fox is a pretty chill experience tbh

thousands-of-scorpions:

lalalaindigo:

Baby fox I met today in the forest

Awwwww

Running into a fox is a pretty chill experience tbh

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I’m not superstitious.
But I will throw salt over my shoulder.
And I’ll cross my fingers, knock on wood,
avoid cracks, and never walk underneath ladders.

I don’t believe in that stuff.
But I will wish on shooting stars
and birthday candles, and put faith
in lucky underwear and first date shoes.

These are silly things to do.
To hold your breath in tunnels or
taking pennies that are face up.

It’s just that,
I’m so scared of losing you.
And if having something old, new, borrowed and blue
means that I get to grow old with you,
to make every new thing a second time,
having to cosign a loan for a house,
and to see every shade of sky there is,
it’s worth never opening an umbrella inside.

Alex Dang (via mourningmelody)

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“As he watched her he knew more surely than ever he must get to know her, now. Her composure, her seriousness and her loneliness, the very way she walked as though she was eager to be done with this world of grown-ups all was so natural to him and so inevitable.”
Katherine Mansfield, from Bliss, And Other Short Stories (via violentwavesofemotion)
paradise-skatin:

They all look hot as fuck but damn Troian really caught my attention 😍

paradise-skatin:

They all look hot as fuck but damn Troian really caught my attention 😍

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According to a recent study conducted by students at Harvard University, it is now literally impossible to properly satirize the issues of police brutality and corruption.

The study attempted to analyze various attempts at making satire directed at the prevalence of police brutality within the United States, and tried to measure the ability of various pieces of satire to adequately fulfill a number of standards of good satire.

"Satire," said one of the Harvard researchers, Alicia Powell, "is a form of comedy in which one portrays an exaggerated version of a social or political issue, and does so in a tone which clearly suggests condemnation of one side."

She continued, “On the one hand, satirizing the issue of police brutality seems extraordinarily easy. You just need to imagine a scenario where a police officer does something cartoonishly evil, and is defended by practically all of society and gets away with it. This seemed relatively straight-forward, but as our study went on, we came across some surprising - or perhaps not so surprising - results.”

The study involved interviews with various popular satirists, as well as exhaustive analysis of real-world instances of police brutality. One aspect of the study involved showing people a mixture of real headlines and satirical headlines involving police brutality and corruption. A sample size of two thousand people, across many races, genders, and various other backgrounds, showed that literally no one was able to distinguish between the real stories and the fake ones, with an astonishing 84% insisting afterward that clearly every headline was actually satire, as there was no way scenarios so absurd could actually happen in the real world.

One writer for the popular satirical news website The Onion said, “I was going to write an article about a police officer seeing a black man holding a sandwich, saying that the sandwich was actually a gun, and then shooting him ten times. Except now that’s actually happened. Only worse, because first he tasered the teen, and shot him not ten times, but sixteen. How can I write satire when the most absurd, outlandish things I can dream up are actually happening in the real world? I might as well just become a regular journalist, it would literally be the exact same thing at this point.”

Another satirist, the author of the Tumblr news blog The Wishwashington Post, commented, “I give up. I literally give up. I could write a ridiculous article about, like, the Ferguson Police Department doing a drone strike on Ferguson and saying it was self-defense because all the black people all had guns, and then they all get applauded for being brave officers and they all get bonuses and white people shake their heads about how violent black people are and how they were just looking for an excuse to protest or riot and how if they didn’t want to be bombed they should’ve just been more civil to white people… but honestly, I could probably turn to Fox News a few weeks from now and hear that story. Verbatim.”

They went on to say, in an exasperated and hopeless voice, “I can’t do it. They are literally parodies of themselves. I give up. I’m done.”

While the study did account for the phenomenon of Poe’s Law, in which satire of extremism is often indistinguishable from the real thing, the study nevertheless concluded that true satire of police brutality is now impossible. One of the study’s closing comments read, “You can poke fun at the extremes of certain situations, but when extreme is the norm, it seems almost fruitless and redundant. You could write a satirical article about how the sky is so incredibly blue, and you can play up how absurdly blue it is, but when you look up, it really is that blue. You haven’t made anything up. You haven’t made a cartoonish parody of the real thing. You’ve documented a fact. It’s not satire, it’s just humorous, depressing journalism.”

Police Brutality Now Literally Impossible To Satirize, Study Finds

The Wishwashington Post

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“I always hear “It’s okay not to be okay” and for a while I needed to hear that, but there was something else I needed to hear but didn’t realize until today. I was struggling with guilt about moving on and leaving the past behind and healing myself.
My therapist said this:
“It’s okay to be okay. It is okay to move on. It is okay to heal. It is okay to be happy. It is okay to be alright. You are not deserting anyone. You are not abandoning the people still in the dark place. You are taking care of yourself and there is NOTHING wrong with that.””

Internal Acceptance Movement:   (via lyrlouwho)

thankful for this.

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“I don’t want that. Not to be your every thought your every pulse, I don’t want to hinder you or surround you. I want to be the soft song in the background to the moments you spend alone, thinking of nothing at all.”
— Rakiski, So Goes the Smoke (via thatkindofwoman)

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pleatedjeans:

HURR HURR I’M A DOG [x]

pleatedjeans:

HURR HURR I’M A DOG [x]

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Today, it is Monday and I want to be waking up with you.

Look — look at all the ways I shake. Look, I want to be good at this. I’m reaching for your hands and you tell me that you’re an earthquake just waiting to happen. I make a list of things I’d rip my stomach open just to do to you:

Take off your clothes and put them back on again. Kiss you awake in the mornings and in the evenings and at three a.m. when the nightmares come tumbling back into our bed. Meet your parents just to tell them that they’ve made a piece of art. Leave your house and take you to the dirtiest parking lot we can find, talk trash about the people that have hurt us both. Kiss you when you start to cry. Kiss you when the moon is full. Kiss you when my mind is empty. Kiss you with the TV screaming white noise in the background, just kiss you, just kiss you all the time.

Look — I’m bad at being loved because the feel of it is like a heart that doesn’t fit right in my chest. Some days I think I will be a cemetery for your touch. Some days I think I will start a war, all for you.

Look — I could be this. All this tender, this open and raw, I could get you inside me like a disease. Be my now, be my tomorrow. Be my five years in a bed we both own. Be my wedding night. Be my testament. Be the dirt they lay on my grave, but baby — let it still be you.

Let it always be you.

— You Could Be My Way of Lifed.a.s (via backshelfpoet)