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escape-to-anywhere: doses-of-inspiration: sometimes-i-hate-everything: crazypineapples: doses-of-inspiration: irideincisimaginarycarrot: numb-depression: talk-to-me—ill-listen: drkytgldnwlf: supremedevonneanon: everyone-loves-skinny: happiness-freedom-recovery: We know you’re out there. I promise you, you’re not alone. Stay strong, please. <3Reblog this if you’re willing to potentially make a boy feel a bit less alone.  you’re not alone, guys. <3 not all girls are bitches, we care too <3 Thanks ladies if you ever need someone to talk to or just need to vent about something thats bothering you. we’re here for you. please dont hold it all inside, we can face your struggles with you. we care. http://talk-to-me—ill-listen.tumblr.com/ -A i’m so sure that the person who posted this thought about the notes much more than they thought about the guys with eating disorders. Oh, really? Because I am the poster/creator of this photo, and I myself am a male sufferer of an eating disorder. Perhaps I wanted to bring awareness to eating disorders in males so that way they could feel less alone. In a way, I’m happy that this got a good amount of notes because it just means that people care and awareness is being spread, but I care much more about those suffering than I do about the notes. Amen. That’s it. The meaning of life. yeah And with that, the internet was won
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escape-to-anywhere:

doses-of-inspiration:

sometimes-i-hate-everything:

crazypineapples:

doses-of-inspiration:

irideincisimaginarycarrot:

numb-depression:

talk-to-me—ill-listen:

drkytgldnwlf:

supremedevonneanon:

everyone-loves-skinny:

happiness-freedom-recovery:

We know you’re out there. I promise you, you’re not alone. Stay strong, please. <3

Reblog this if you’re willing to potentially make a boy feel a bit less alone. 

you’re not alone, guys. <3

not all girls are bitches, we care too <3

Thanks ladies

if you ever need someone to talk to or just need to vent about something thats bothering you. we’re here for you. please dont hold it all inside, we can face your struggles with you. we care. http://talk-to-me—ill-listen.tumblr.com/ -A

i’m so sure that the person who posted this thought about the notes much more than they thought about the guys with eating disorders.

Oh, really? Because I am the poster/creator of this photo, and I myself am a male sufferer of an eating disorder. Perhaps I wanted to bring awareness to eating disorders in males so that way they could feel less alone. In a way, I’m happy that this got a good amount of notes because it just means that people care and awareness is being spread, but I care much more about those suffering than I do about the notes.

Amen.

That’s it. The meaning of life.

yeah

And with that, the internet was won

punsicle:

DO YOU EVER JUST SIT THERE AND THINK ABOUT HOW JOHN GREEN’S QUOTE “i fell in love like you fall asleep— slowly at first, then all at once” IS SO FRICKING TRUE BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU CAN JUST BE MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS THINKING “hey wow that’s a cute person” then BAM sudDENLY YOUR ENTIRE LIFE JUST GOT SUCKER PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY CUPID THE FUCKING WIZARD

titoooooooo: t-rexhatespush-ups: sr-mod-blog: frostbitesays: ilovemy-airman: flamesfromthemind: The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS. forever reblog. forever. Never forget those who were lost. To all those in uniform, thank you.
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titoooooooo:

t-rexhatespush-ups:

sr-mod-blog:

frostbitesays:

ilovemy-airman:

flamesfromthemind:

The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.

-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.

IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS.

forever reblog. forever.

Never forget those who were lost. To all those in uniform, thank you.

wyte-one-thousand: pleiadian-princess: radagastlovesyou: you-are-another-me: There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it. And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home. This is the most amazing thing I have ever read. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP Reblog for eternity.
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wyte-one-thousand:

pleiadian-princess:

radagastlovesyou:

you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.


And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

Reblog for eternity.

(Source: thegodmolecule)

danissohothewasonfire: the-vanity-of-asgard: fromthemindofateenagewolf: just-some-random-nobody: shiplaughloveeveryday: thorinoferebor: pandaaaz: stormtrooper2112: pandaaaz: I highly doubt all the people that liked/ reblogged this are vegan.  I don’t need to be a vegan or vegetarian to be against animal cruelty. I don’t beat my meat before I eat it. Actually, you do need to be vegan to be against animal cruelty. You don’t love animals if you’re not vegan.  Wow, says who? You? “You don’t love animals if you’re not vegan.” oh really? Is this a joke? Just fuck off. excuse me .(before i say this i dont care what your lifestyle choise is just that you stop being an arse about it) just because you are a vegan does NOT mean you are better than anyone else! if (the unfertilised therefore containing no living animal) eggs are not taken away from the chickens they will rot and cause the chickens to get ill and will attract insects, if cows are not milked enough then their udders start to ache and they get ill. almost all slaughterhouses kill their animals as painlessly as they can and i realise not all do so and that is cruelty . but don’t go around thinking that people who eat meat or eat dairy products are going around kicking every animal they see. just because you eat meat doesn’t make you a cruel person and just because you are a vegan doesn’t make you some wonderful superhuman so shut the fuck up about how wonderful you all are because you don’t eat animal byproducts also, as a surprising little note, some people just don’t have the financial resources to go vegan. and others literally cannot do so because their digestive system just can’t handle it.So before you go and tell people they’re horrible for not being vegan, think about this for a second, then just don’t say anything, cause you don’t know their situation. Wow. The above two statements are the truest things ever. I work at an animal shelter, and I work actively to prevent cruelty and improve the lives of every animal that comes in. I spent 8 hours a day taking care of them, making sure they feel loved and accepted. And I eat meat. I quite enjoy meat. I do eat some vegan food and one of my favorite cafes is vegan. I have no trouble eating vegan sometimes. But I also enjoy meat. Just because I do doesn’t mean I support animal cruelty. UM, WOW
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danissohothewasonfire:

the-vanity-of-asgard:

fromthemindofateenagewolf:

just-some-random-nobody:

shiplaughloveeveryday:

thorinoferebor:

pandaaaz:

stormtrooper2112:

pandaaaz:

I highly doubt all the people that liked/ reblogged this are vegan. 

I don’t need to be a vegan or vegetarian to be against animal cruelty. I don’t beat my meat before I eat it.

Actually, you do need to be vegan to be against animal cruelty. You don’t love animals if you’re not vegan. 

Wow, says who? You?

“You don’t love animals if you’re not vegan.” oh really?

Is this a joke?

Just fuck off.

excuse me .(before i say this i dont care what your lifestyle choise is just that you stop being an arse about it) just because you are a vegan does NOT mean you are better than anyone else! if (the unfertilised therefore containing no living animal) eggs are not taken away from the chickens they will rot and cause the chickens to get ill and will attract insects, if cows are not milked enough then their udders start to ache and they get ill. almost all slaughterhouses kill their animals as painlessly as they can and i realise not all do so and that is cruelty . but don’t go around thinking that people who eat meat or eat dairy products are going around kicking every animal they see. just because you eat meat doesn’t make you a cruel person and just because you are a vegan doesn’t make you some wonderful superhuman so shut the fuck up about how wonderful you all are because you don’t eat animal byproducts

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also, as a surprising little note, some people just don’t have the financial resources to go vegan. and others literally cannot do so because their digestive system just can’t handle it.

So before you go and tell people they’re horrible for not being vegan, think about this for a second, then just don’t say anything, cause you don’t know their situation.

Wow. The above two statements are the truest things ever. I work at an animal shelter, and I work actively to prevent cruelty and improve the lives of every animal that comes in. I spent 8 hours a day taking care of them, making sure they feel loved and accepted.

And I eat meat. I quite enjoy meat. I do eat some vegan food and one of my favorite cafes is vegan. I have no trouble eating vegan sometimes. But I also enjoy meat. Just because I do doesn’t mean I support animal cruelty.

UM, WOW

221cbakerstreet:

kittening:

a male celebrity can literally beat his girlfriend half to death and still enjoy a successful career with millions of adoring fans

a female celebrity can gain a few pounds and she’s shunned, mocked, and ridiculed by thousands of people over many different mediums

do you see the problem with this

a female celebrity JUMPS INTO THE OCEAN TO RESCUE HER CHILD AND NANNY

and is mocked and ridiculed for a wardrobe malfunction

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