Some interesting info: This is very reminiscent of the Baby X experiments, in which it was discovered that people reacted differently to a baby’s behavior depending on whether or not they believed the baby to be male or female. People were asked to watch a video of a baby reacting to a startling image (a Jack-in-the-box popping up), and describe the baby’s emotional state. When people believed the baby to be female, they described the baby as being scared and upset; when they thought the baby was male, they perceived the baby to be angry. This was very telling, as it showed that literally identical behavior could be construed differently based on the perceived gender of the subject.
7:53 pm • 17 May 2013 • 35,691 notes
“i really hate white people, white people contribute nothing to society and they’re stupid”
said in a language and alphabet invented by white people
white wearing clothes made by white people
on a machine that was invented by white people
living in comfort because of white people
probably in a country that was built by white people
By that I’m sure you don’t mean the alphabet invented by Egyptians, right? Because that would be ridiculous. It would be like you were saying Egyptians were white or something.
I’m pretty sure most clothes we wear aren’t made in the western world because corporate pigs produce overseas. But if you mean white people invented CLOTH, then, again, you’re wrong. Not to mention that they didn’t invent DYE either.
I live in a country stolen from indigenous people and then built on the backs of people of color. While white people sat around and sipped lemonade and rewrote history to make themselves the heroes. Where do you live?
White people are funny because their knowledge begins and ends with the white washed propaganda that they tout as fact.
Let’s all get a hearty laugh out of this.
7:41 pm • 17 May 2013 • 4,732 notes
“But depression is not a sudden disaster. It is more like a cancer: At first its tumorous mass is not even noticeable to the careful eye, and then one day — wham! — there is a huge, deadly seven-pound lump lodged in your brain or your stomach or your shoulder blade, and this thing that your own body has produced is actually trying to kill you. Depression is a lot like that: Slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearable. But you won’t even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getting older, about turning eight or turning twelve or turning fifteen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.”
— Elizabeth Wurtzel (via 36974)
2:55 pm • 17 May 2013 • 115 notes
ASDFGHJKL I CAN’T MY FEELS I LOVE THEM
2:11 pm • 17 May 2013 • 2,975 notes
Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.
Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.
Love isn’t her calming you down when you yell. It’s her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t her/him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.
It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet her showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s her standing there, admitting she’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another persons hands and said, here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.
It makes us crazy. It makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a hell of a lot better, than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole
— Definition of Love - Andrew Landon
2:00 pm • 17 May 2013 • 1,080 notes
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
— Kahlil Gibran (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: quote-book, via thatkindofwoman)
11:27 am • 17 May 2013 • 5,529 notes
“Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.”
— Maya Angelou (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: the-healing-nest, via loveyourchaos)
11:20 am • 17 May 2013 • 10,797 notes