Your Sugar Sits Untouched...

curlicuecal:

very excited about this new medical option where we swallow a vibrator

spiced-wine-fic:

catchymemes:

memewhore:

catchymemes:

catchymemes:

provemewr0ng:

catchymemes:

That’s totally me

depsidase:

catchymemes:

lesbxdyke:

writingf3:

elaninrecovery:

hyrude:

hyrude:

is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

here is my life philosophy: next week there might be someone ahead of you in line at the store who’s short a quarter and you have a quarter and you can give it to them. if you weren’t there, they’d have to put something back. the week after that you could be getting lunch and the waiter might ask if you want some pancakes someone else ordered and never picked up. you could find someone’s lost cat. you could watch someone’s bag while they go to the restroom. there are so many ways you are going to touch other people’s lives and they are going to touch yours and there’s no way to know when it’s going to happen. so you have to keep living!!! i wouldn’t want to die knowing that tomorrow the barista will give me free oat milk just to be nice. 

When I was 11 years old - we went to Sea World for my birthday. This was to avoid the realization I had no friends, and no one to come to a birthday party and probably because someone gave my mother free tickets at work. It was kinda a shitty day despite being at a theme park full of cute animals. There was a new roller coaster there that had just opened so we decided to go on. I was nervous. I’d never been on a roller coaster.

A group of 6 college kids were ahead of us in line and started chatting with me. Full on just having a fun conversation with someone literally going through the beginning of a very awkward middle school period. I was so shocked they wanted to talk to me. I think my mom mentioned it was my birthday. They were very nice about it. When we got on the ride they told us to go ahead of them so we could sit at the front of the car since it held 8 people.

Now the ride (called Journey to Atlantis - I believe it is sadly no longer there) started with a slow ride of beautiful visuals of dolphins and oceans and computerized images of this imaginary Atlantis before going up the hill to the beginning of the coaster, where it paused for about 30 seconds, and then the ride started. The college kids must have known there would be a pause. Maybe they’d ridden it before I’m not sure.

But as we sat there on that peak, 6 people I’ve never known, and will never know again, sang a very very lonely 11 year old happy birthday. Loudly. And with gusto. They were happy and laughing and joyful. And it made me feel less alone in the world.

I am 29 years old this year, and I still remember them. I still remember that kindness. It is so important. It doesn’t go into a vacuum. It exists beside me in my daily life. And I love the idea that I have been that person to someone else too.

It’s stunningly lovely to be human when we’re kind to each other.

When I was a freshman in college (500 miles away from home) I had no help with moving out of my dorm, and virtually no way to even transfer it to a storage unit or anything. I had spent my last $80 on a flight home and could only bring a cary-on suitcase. I was mentally preparing myself to throw most of my stuff away (which I had purchased myself) and was bitching about it online.

2 popular girls who went to my high school, who I had barely spoken to before, saw my posts and messaged me to let me know they they were on a road trip and coincidentally were driving near my college town during move out week. They offered to drive my suitcases around with them, and eventually take them home. I remember eating my last meal in the dining hall that year when they texted me that they arrived, I remember bringing them up to my dorm where they helped me carry my bags to their car, and I remember picking my stuff up from one of their houses a couple weeks later. To this day that was the NICEST thing anyone has ever done for me and I think about it constantly.

I have a health condition that causes me to have accidents of the bathroom variety.

I remember being 14, and alone in my local town, having had one such accident. I couldn’t get on the bus sopping wet, but I had no money, no chance of walking home and it was starting to get late. I was considering trying to shoplift a new pair of pants from a supermarket so I could get home when an older woman approached.

She asked me my size, marched into that supermarket and bought me a pair of jeans and a packet of underwear, and made sure she got a bag to put my old stuff in.

I don’t know if she ever told me her name, but if she did I don’t remember it. What I do remember is that I got home safely and without incident because of her kindness. What I do remember is going into that supermarket the next week and realising that she’d bought proper jeans that cost money instead of just cheap leggings that would have also gotten me home fine. What I do remember is she never once made me feel shamed for what was going on.

I hope people have been as kind to her as she was to me.

(via lesbxdyke)

escuerzoresucitado:

This map used to be ironic…

cloudsaremadeofdreams:

ryebreadedd:

ryebreadedd:

I wish i had big claws to dig a little burrow in the dirt and sleep in it i think it would solve all my problems

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shitacademicswrite:

I want to share something for those of you who are teaching and want your conservative students to be more open-minded to liberal ideas that you’re presenting.

I grew up in a conservative family and a conservative town, and like most conservative kids, had been told that colleges were hotbeds of liberalism, so I was already defensive politically when I started college. My first semester or two I was really skeptical of everything political that my professors presented me with.

And then I took a women’s studies course (required at my college). And on the first day, the professor said, 

“You don’t have to be a feminist. There are days when I’m not a feminist. But we’re going to discuss feminist ideas in this class, and you might find that you agree with some of them and disagree with others, and that’s fine.”

And that took the pressure off. By telling me that I didn’t HAVE to be a feminist, that I didn’t HAVE to agree, that professor started me on the road to becoming a feminist. I particularly remember her giving us information about what a huge percentage of the housework was still done by women, even in [hetero] couples where both the man and woman worked outside the home. And after that I remember saying, “I’m not a feminist, but I can see where they’re coming from.” 

Within 5 years, I was claiming the term and coming out to my mom as a feminist.

So when I taught college writing, I assigned politically liberal essays to my students, many of whom came from conservative backgrounds. And before they read the first one, I would say,

“The reading for the next class–I want you to know that you don’t have to agree with it. You don’t have to agree with anything that your professors teach you in college. But the point of a college education is to have your mind opened to other points of view. So you’re not required to agree, but you are required to approach the reading with an open mind. You might find that you agree with some things the author says and disagree with others. And that’s cool! We WANT you to use your critical thinking and decide for yourself what you think about things! But to do that, you need to give people the benefit of the doubt and be open-minded to what they have to say.”

And I have to say, it worked really well for me! I remember in particular that after I assigned the essay “Black Men and Public Space”, one of my students wrote in her reading reflection,

“I was taught in school that racism in America ended with Martin Luther King. I am appalled to discover that this is not true.”

Priming your students to be open-minded, while also encouraging them to use critical thinking, can help to break down some of the automatic defenses against new ideas that students are often taught. Approaching your students’ comments during discussion with an open-minded view yourself, validating their experiences while also making gentle counterarguments, can do a lot as well.

(via hotvampireadjacent)