Craft fair find
for my neighbors
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i'm a 24 year old girl from kansas city, missouri. i am the mother of a set of twins. anything else i put in this box is going to be stupid.
-rx.
• what say you
this is a tumblr
basically
the last song should include something like “conor gets it back together” then a section of songs where he’s come to terms with life and the way the world works and is all happy and positive and shit. or does everyone still hate cassadaga and the people’s key and pretend they don’t exist?
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God DAMN it.
(via askladysapphire)
When Jada Pinkett-Smith was asked why she let her daughter Willow shave her head, this is what she said:
“This subject is old but I have never answered it in its entirety. And even with this post it will remain incomplete.
The question why I would LET Willow cut her hair. First the LET must be challenged. This is a world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don’t belong to themselves; that their bodies are not their own, nor their power, or self determination. I made a promise to endow my little girl with the power to always know that her body, spirit, and her mind are HER domain. Willow cut her hair because her beauty, her value, her worth is not measured by the length of her hair. It’s also a statement that claims that even little girls have the RIGHT to own themselves and should not be a slave to even their mother’s deepest insecurities, hopes, and desires. Even little girls should not be a slave to the preconceived ideas of what a culture believes a little girl should be. More to come. Another day.”
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“i don’t think she hates you but i do believe she sees you as a burden”
well that’s unsurprising
Courbet vs. Orlan
The Origin of the World (1866)
The Origin of War (1989)!!!
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my neighbor lost his cat a couple weeks ago. i’m not positive what day but one night i came home and found a cat kickin’ it by my door. it ran away from me. a couple nights later, i think i had a dream that i opened my door in the middle of the night and there was an orange-ish cat with big eyes trying to come in. i don’t remember if i let it in or not. i don’t know if it was a dream. the next day my friend was hanging out at my apartment and mentioned that he’d seen “an older chinese guy” walking around with a flashlight and had been asked if he’d seen a cat. i said it was my neighbor. the next day i saw him walking around and i told him i’d seen a cat a few days ago, but that it had run away from me. he said he’d only lost it the day before, so i guess i’d just coincidentally seen another stray. i’ve seen him out two or three times now, walking around the block looking for his cat. it’s been at least a week. i hope the cat is safe. it kind of reminds me of “virtute the cat explains her departure” by the weakerthans. i feel so bad for him for some reason and i really hope he finds his cat and that his determination to find the cat and dedication to the cat itself will bring it back to him. i keep forgetting to ask when i see him if he needs help posting “lost cat” notices around the block or if he’s posted on craigslist tonight. i checked tonight. there were no found notices.
“I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.”
— Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via skeletales)
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