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Realistic cat painting 

(via)

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How many major problems in my life are caused by my mental illness preventing me from solving small problems

The answer is too fucking many

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Look at her opening doors to thousands of girls (if not more) around the world! 😍

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You are the artist. With every thought that you think, you are constructing your world. Building your masterpiece. You are in charge of this creation, from one moment to the next, and you have unlimited choices of what you can think.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin | Instagram

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Just sayin

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There Are Distinct Stages

A gaslighter doesn’t simply need to be right. They also need for you to believe that they are right.

In stage one, 

you know that they’re being ridiculous, but you argue anyways.

You argue for hours, without resolution. You argue over things that shouldn’t be up for debate  �� your feelings, your opinions, your experience of the world.

You argue because you need to be right, you need to be understood, or you need to get their approval.

In stage one, you still believe yourself, but you also unwittingly put that belief up for debate.

In stage two, 

you consider your gaslighter’s point of view first and try desperately to get them to see your point of view as well.

You continue to engage because you’re afraid of what their perspective of you says about you.

Winning the argument now has one objective :  proving that you’re still good, kind, and worthwhile.

In stage three, 

when you’re hurt, you first ask, “What’s wrong with me?”

You consider their point of view as normal. You start to lose your ability to make your own judgements. You become consumed with understanding them and seeing their perspective. You live with and obsess over every criticism, trying to solve it.

Looking back, I see that I was deep in stage two when I left the relationship. However, I continued to try to have a friendship with him for months after. I longed for resolution, understanding, and forgiveness.

And when I finally went no contact, instead of healing, I actually moved into stage three. I didn’t understand, nor did I know how to solve, the gas-lighting that I continued to do to myself after the relationship was over.

If I could go back and give myself one piece of advice, it’d be to go no contact immediately for at least a year. And maybe that’s what other might need, too.

It’s really, really hard. It’s hard because it may still feel like that understanding and resolution is right around the corner. It’s hard to let go of that.

But think: You don’t have to yet. Just commit to a year. Because anyone who isn’t abusive won’t punish you for the space you need to heal.

And when I say “no contact,” I mean complete no contact. 

Distance yourself from mutual friends. 

Block your gaslighter on social media. 

Ask your friends not to give you any new information about them unless it directly pertains to your safety.

Fuck anyone who says you are being unreasonable.

You need this to heal, and you need the space to learn how to stop gaslighting yourself.

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40 y/o white guy: Hey kid, ever hear about Rage Against the Machine? They really told it like it is! Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me!

me: Zack de la Rocha is Mexican Tom Morello is black Brad Wilk is jewish

40 y/o white guy: blue lives matter

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“Be mindful of how you handle your energy. Similar to money, it can either be spent, or it can be saved. It can be given, or it can be collected. This energy is a precious gift, truly. So be cautious, and handle yours wisely.”

— Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

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Nasushiobara, Japan | Photographer: sd@blog of all

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For years, it has been reported that women are significantly more likely to be injured in car crashes than men—Jezebel wrote about the phenomenon back in 2011, when it appeared that seat belts were to blame. Most of the women harmed were, to quote USA Today nearly a decade ago, of “relatively short stature,” and “preferred seating posture and a combination of factors yielding lower safety protection from the standard restraint devices.” Cool, cool: seat belts weren’t designed with women in mind.

A new study from the University of Virginia suggests that, not only is the discrepancy still true, the crash test dummies commonly used to test vehicle safety runs are also at fault. Presumably, that’s because manufactures make very little effort to represent the bulk of human women when designing them.

As City Lab reports, “the odds of serious injury or death for female car-crash victims is 73 percent higher than for males,” which could have something to do with the fact that “average male” type dummies are most frequently used in crucial safety testing. When “woman-type” dummy was introduced in 2003, it was, and still is, only 5 feet tall, and weighs 110 pounds, just a touch outside the dimensions of your average woman.

Jason Forman, one of the scientists conducting the University of Virginia study, told City Lab, “We obviously know a lot of ways that men and women are different bio-mechanically. These differences [fat distribution, pelvis shape]… have the potential to change the ways that seatbelts interact with the body and with our underlying skeletal structures.” He added that the work to take this information and actually apply it to real-life safety measures “just simply has not been done yet.”

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Not Good Enough *part four*

Avengers x Reader miniseries

word count: 2019

Plot: Reader has her first day at her new job, and then gets a surprise visit.

Part one Part two Part three

[a/n: Sorry it took so long, school got really busy. But I am officially done with this semester. Hopefully this was worth the wait! The next part will be the last! Also if I forgot to tag you please let me know!]

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My alarm went off at 6 a.m. I started with a shower and got ready for my first day at Oscorp.

I looked at the clock and it read 7:15. I had to leave in the next 5 minutes if I wanted to get to Oscorp by 8.

I walked into the kitchen to find my grandma pouring coffee into a travel cup for me.

“Good morning.” she smiled handing me the closed cup.

“Morning.” I smiled back, taking a sip of the hot caffeinated beverage.

“How’d you sleep?” she asked, taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Okay. I’m anxious to start the day.” I tell her.

“I’m sure everything will go smoothly.” she positively reassures me.

“I better go if I don’t want to be late.” I tell her grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

“Have a good day.” she calls out.

“Thanks.” I call back opening the front door to be greeted by an orchid on the floor.

I picked it up and placed it on the table by the door. I grabbed the card, it read:

“[Y/N], I know I’m the last person you want to see/talk to. Please we need to talk. -Tony.”

I pocketed the card and left, closing the front door behind me.

The best thing for me to do is to push Tony, and the rest of the Avengers to the back of my mind.

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A set of data uncovered by University of California-Berkeley professor reveals southern white women played a heavier role in the enslavement of Africans than previously thought.

Stephanie E. Jones-Rogers, an associate professor of history at the university, combed through data from the 1850 and 1860 census and revealed that white women made up around 40% of slaveowners.

The findings helped Jones-Rogers compile her book, “They Were Her Property: White Women as Slave Owners in the American South.”

On her department page, Jones-Rogers describes the February 2019 release as “a regional study that draws upon formerly enslaved people’s testimony to dramatically reshape current understandings of white women’s economic relationships to slavery.”

In the book, Jones-Rogers explained that white women’s involvement in slavery comes from family, as their slave-owning parents “typically gave their daughters more enslaved people than land.”

“What this means is that their very identities as white southern women are tied to the actual or the possible ownership of other people,” she said according to History.com.

Her book also notes that owning enslaved Africans served as white women’s primary source of wealth. Plus, owning a large number of enslaved people reportedly made women better marriage material.

Once wed, white women were said to have fought and frequently won the right to continue to have ownership over their enslaved Africans, not handing over ownership to their husbands.

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anyway, my older sister was adopted when she was almost 16 (kinda on accident too), and because of that she got away from an abusive household, went from barely passing classes to being an honour student, and launching into a career where she’s happy and healthy and paying her own way. just two years of parenting where she had 3 meals a day, a bedtime, and parents to help and protect her changed her life radically. Plus, i got an older sister

adopt teenagers.

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Unbelievable

Link to full Twitter thread here ;

https://twitter.com/mjs_DC/status/1125856983222034434?s=19

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💛🧡💚

I love this so much

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IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

Here is an example video

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So this one time when I was 14 and self harming, my mom tried to have me admitted to a mental hospital. Our insurance was too cheap for inpatient treatment. All they’d pay for was one week of outpatient treatment. My mom was pissed because a couple hours a day for one week wasn’t going to be enough time to fix my issues.

A year or so ago, I found out that dozens of teen girls who were inpatient at [hospital name] had been raped and/ or molested by the (male) staff during the timeframe I could have been inpatient. I feel this odd mix of anger that men were allowed to prey on defenseless girls, and gratitude that I wasn’t among the victims.

And you know what else? During the time I was at boot camp, the (male) drill instructors were raping and otherwise sexually abusing the (female) personnel under their supervision. But I was spared from that too, due to having a female drill instructor.

See, when people say things like “count your blessings” this is the stuff I count. This is the stuff women count I suppose. We’re out here just trying to make it to another day, thinking “well it could have been worse”. But don’t we deserve better? Don’t we deserve to thrive and actually enjoy life without having to look over our shoulders so we don’t miss the warning signs of inevitable male violence?