musicals are stupid they said
who listens to show tunes they said
where did you get that knife they said
It’s a pity the law doesn’t allow me to be merciful.
(Source: audraamcdonald)
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I’m a 4/5, but I want to be in between a 2 and 3!
i’m a 5, i want to be an 8 or 3
I’m a 5, and I want to be a 2 or 8.
I’m def a 6 and would love to be a KimmyK 3 :)
i’m a 4/5, and i’d like to be a 3/8
between 5/6 closer to 5 now i want to be between 2/3
I’m a 5, and planning on getting to a 2.
I’m a 5 or a 4 and I want to be a2
I’m a human being that doesn’t want to be fitted into categories based on weight. I’m probably going to get murdered now. [arms self with wooden spoon]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm0fl1bRBp1qkbz6xo1_500.jpg)
I’m a 4/5, but I want to be in between a 2 and 3!
i’m a 5, i want to be an 8 or 3
I’m a 5, and I want to be a 2 or 8.
I’m def a 6 and would love to be a KimmyK 3 :)
i’m a 4/5, and i’d like to be a 3/8
between 5/6 closer to 5 now i want to be between 2/3
I’m a 5, and planning on getting to a 2.
I’m a 5 or a 4 and I want to be a2
I’m a human being that doesn’t want to be fitted into categories based on weight. I’m probably going to get murdered now. [arms self with wooden spoon]
Reblog, go to your tumblr, click the picture, and find out who you were in your past life. ;)
That’s fucking creepy.
its weird and so accurate. wow.
Well fuck dude. Everything makes sense now D:
Oh shit.
Your past life diagnosis:
I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Scotland around the year 1525. Your profession was that of a seaman, dealer, businessman or broker.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
As a natural talent in psychology, you knew how to use your opportunities. Cold-blooded and calm in any situation.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
The timid, lonely and self-confident people are everywhere, and your task is to overcome these tendencies in yourself and then to help other people.Do you remember now?
Well… that’s unexpected.
Yup.
Your past life diagnosis:
I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Romania around the year 1200. Your profession was that of a philosopher and thinker.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
It always seemed to you that your perceptions of the world are somewhat different. Your lesson is to trust your intuition as your best guide in your present life.Do you remember now?
ಠ_ಠ This sounds a lot like me. Creepy.
I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Central Africa around the year 625. Your profession was that of a farmer, weaver or tailor.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Seeker of truth and wisdom. You could have seen your future lives. Others perceived you as an idealist illuminating path to future.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You fulfill your lesson by helping old folks and children. You came to this life to learn to care about the weak and the helpless.“The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You should develop self-love and ability to implant hope into hearts of people. Ambition is not everything. True wealth is buried in your soul.”OHHH!!! That’s pretty accurate stuff!!
I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Turkey around the year 825. Your profession was that of a handicraftsman or mechanic.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
You always liked to travel and to investigate. You could have been a detective or a spy.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
Your lesson is the development and expansion of your mental consciousness. Find a good teacher and spend a good part of your time and energy on learning from his wisdom.…. No. I:
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Damage
This is not my usual post. But it’s something I had to share. As you read this, imagine how your reaction would differ if this story were being told by a woman, talking about how her husband treated her.
I have been separated from my wife for over a year, though we continue to share a house. We live on separate floors. We share the house because we need to parent our son together, and because we can’t afford to maintain two households.
I’d like to tell you a story, illustrating one reason why I am divorcing her. This is an example of the treatment I have received over the past fourteen years.
This evening, while she was drinking her wine, my estranged wife took exception to the fact that I wanted to talk about how tense she’s been. She said she didn’t want to talk about it.
I left the room (so as to comply with her request).
I went upstairs to use our tiny guest bathroom. She began to yell and throw things around the kitchen, then eventually charged up the stairs and into the bathroom, just as I was finishing and getting ready to leave. She confronted me there, holding her half-full wine glass in her hand. Her voice got louder, her gestures wilder.
She complained that I had upset her by wanting to talk when she had told me she didn’t want to talk. As I began to feel uncomfortable, I said, “You’re saying it’s my fault you can’t express your emotions responsibly like an adult?”
She said, “Yes!! It’s because you want to go off and take a vacation with your girlfriend!” Then she threw the contents of her glass in my face and smashed it against my bare chest.
The results are pictured here.
I stood there, with shattered glass at my feet, glass shards sticking in my skin, bleeding, for five minutes or so. I asked her to move so that I could leave. She waved the broken stem of the glass in the air and said, “Leave!! Who’s stopping you?”
I told her she was standing between me and the door. I felt threatened.
She laughed and said, “You’re 6 foot 3 and 250 pounds! You can’t feel threatened by me!”
I said, “You just broke a glass on my chest and cut me. You’re standing there with the stem in your hands. Yes. I feel threatened.
She said, “No, you don’t.”
I asked her to move out of the way and let me pass. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing her or threatening her.
She held her ground, waved the broken stem and shouted, “Go on! Leave! I’m not stopping you!”
After I asked her repeatedly, she finally moved a bit and I left, carefully stepping over the broken glass.
I have posted this here as evidence, and to help those who may think that size and gender make a difference when abuse is concerned. People who, like my estranged, think some have permission to feel threatened and some don’t.
Abusers come in all sizes and genders.
She and I went to a half dozen therapists over the years. At each initial session, every therapist took a look at me, then at her (5’4” 150 lbs.). Then he or she would gravely ask my wife, “Do you feel safe?”
None ever thought to ask me.
Thanks for listening.
Because this needs to be shared. Because abuse is wrong no matter what. Because this saddens my heart.
:(
honestly, fuck tumblr. if this was a woman this would be the only thing on my dash.
with that being said, fuck people who think that women are the only ones that can be abused in a relationship. and fuck crazy women, as well.
Especially girls. Like, that’s the purpose of a woman, to reproduce. You’re supposed to raise the children, and look after your husband. Like, idk, that’s just the job of a woman
1950’s view on life, lol.
No, that’s not a woman’s job. How very misogynistic of you.
What…
Preach!
STOP SCROLLING FOR TWO SECONDS AND TAKE A MINUTE TO READ THIS
This is my dog Annie. She is a 6 month old golden retriever. Last month I woke up in the middle of the night to her crying and barking, then the door slamming shut. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door only to find the floor and doorknob covered in blood. Annie was missing. I ran outside and saw a truck driving away so I chased it down the street but it was too fast. I went back home and called the police and sat in Annie’s blood and cried.
I got a call from the police today saying they found Annie. The men who kidnapped her were using her to fight against other dogs. They tell me this photo was taken two weeks ago, and that they probably hadn’t fed her since the capture. Annie was torn limb from limb by a rabid American Pitbull. She was just a baby and was taken from me too soon. Please reblog this so we can put an end to animal abuse.
My cries are unheard.
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