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Just found out neanderthal passed on the DNA for depression and now we know why they stayed in caves and painted horses all fuckin day 

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Maybe there’s someone in this abandoned clown factory who can help us

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me: [facedown on the floor] listen everything is totally fine

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Confessions of the Signs

Aries: I'm not always an initiator and I sometimes need someone to show me the way before I take the lead

Taurus: I always have a plan to get something done, but once a single person reminds me to do it, I won't do anything for a while

Gemini: I hate admitting when I'm wrong, I've said I love you when I didn't mean it, I change who I am around different people, I love messing with people's heads, I miss my childhood

Cancer: Before you assume I'm fragile, remember that the shell I have is not to hide myself; it's a battle beaten shield against the world, and sometimes it's to shield the world from me, too

Leo: I love everyone else so fully because I haven't quite figured out how to love myself

Virgo: I seem organized but I'm literally falling apart like I have unrealistic standards for myself

Libra: My emotions are extremely volatile but I hold them in so I'm not perceived as weak, and it wears me out

Scorpio: I'm worried I'm going to have the feeling of being unloved my whole life

Sagittarius: I used to threaten to run away from home so often that it got to the point where I'd pack a bag and go hide out on the hiking trail. Usually, I'd come back in like two hours

Capricorn: I am much less driven than most let on. But believe me, I'm more passionate about those I love than some say

Aquarius: People think I have no emotions and that I don't care, when in reality I have SO many emotions and sometimes I care so much I think I'm going to explode

Pisces: I hate giving people advice on their problems when no one else is ready to listen to my problems

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YOURS IS EVEN MORE HELLA RAD

kaneki-silence-ken HELLO MY LOVELY CHILD O U O WELCOME TO MY LAND OF MEMES AND WONDERS

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YOUR BLOG IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I HAVE EVER SEEN PEOPLE SHALL WORSHIP YOUR BLOG UNTIL AFTER THE END TIMES!!!!

kaneki-silence-ken HELLO MY LOVELY CHILD O U O WELCOME TO MY LAND OF MEMES AND WONDERS

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kaneki-silence-ken HELLO MY LOVELY CHILD O U O WELCOME TO MY LAND OF MEMES AND WONDERS

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HI DAD O U O

kaneki-silence-ken HELLO MY LOVELY CHILD O U O WELCOME TO MY LAND OF MEMES AND WONDERS

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*it starts raining*

me: yes

*lighting appears*

me: yES

*thunders explode*

me: YES

*raining intensifies*

me: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS

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Nonbinary characters should be like a regular thing because so much prophecy is so gendered.

"No man or woman can ever defeat me." “Lucky me then!”

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So I used to be a martial artist

I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity.

Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I’m only 5’2. Then I was probably even under 5’0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules:

you must wear a mouth guard and gloves

no hits below the belt

That’s pretty much it.

Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven—who has since passed, bless his soul—paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood.

Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation.

Anyway, Sensei yelled, “Start!” and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn’t even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. “I’ll give you a free one.” he joked, and he slapped his side. “You barely weigh 100 pounds and you’re a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.”

And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody’s business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they’re laughing so hard they look like they’re about to pee themselves. They think it’s a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers:

“Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?”

And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs.

And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, “Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”

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dang girl are you my appendix because I don’t understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out

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Introverts need to trust their gut and share their ideas as powerfully as they can. This does not mean aping extroverts; ideas can be shared quietly, they can be communicated in writing, they can be packaged into highly produced lectures, they can be advanced by allies. The trick for introverts is to honor their own styles instead of allowing themselves to be swept up by prevailing norms.

Susan Cain (via intjmuch)