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does anyone here besides me put ketchdown on their hot dogs


nothing much what’s updog with you

Source: officialunitedstates

"And it’s been a while but I still feel the same."

Source: youmatterlifeline

there were endless nights shivering
as my bones frosted over
and I could see nothing
(the ice kept my eyelids shut)

remember that it hurt to hold a pen
in numb bony fingers
and I couldn’t move my toes
except in a shower so hot
my body turned red.

remember that it hurt just to
sit down, stand up, lie down.
remember sit-ups on hard floors
sent agony up my spine.

remember hours lost in supermarkets

but don’t go back.

because sometimes I still long for it, in spite of everything. I remind myself why I’m better where I am. (via lydiateasedale)

When I was 14 or so I was at my worst (lowest weight and longest fasting), and I honestly didn’t notice a lot of these things, possibly because I was so young or possibly because I was so anxious I was less self-aware. But in all of my relapses since I turned 18, I feel some symptoms after just one or two days. I hate to think about how much damage I did to my body over the years, but at least I can thank God now for helping me get to this point where I rarely struggle with it anymore.

Tagged: AnaAnorexiaAnorexicEDEatingDisorderGod

Source: lydiateasedale

The More we value things, the less we value ourselves
— Bruce Lee (via purplebuddhaproject)
I’ll leave you with this tidbit. 73% of all female characters in the 100 highest grossing films of 2013 were Caucasian, 14% were African American, 5% were Latina, 3% were Asian, and another 3% were aliens or fantasy races. Yes. In 2013, American theater audiences were about as likely to see a woman of an animal species or completely made up race as they were to see an Asian woman.

Let’s Get Mad: Center for Study of Women in TV and Film Releases 2013 Findings on Female Characters  (via internetexplorers)

I think we definitely need to work on representation too, but this isn’t that shocking considering 72.4% of the American population is white. So 73% of them being white in movies is pretty dang accurate representation of minority/non-minority. It’s possible that the other percentages are less accurate, someone would have to help fill me in about that. 

Tagged: RaceRepresentationMedia

Source: themarysue.com


Secret War in Laos

From 1964 to 1973, the U.S. dropped more than two million tons of ordnance on Laos during 580,000 bombing missions—equal to a planeload of bombs every 8 minutes, 24-hours a day, for 9 years – making Laos the most heavily bombed country per capita in history.

Each year there continue to be over 100 new casualties in Laos. Close to 60% of the accidents result in death, and 40% of the victims are children.

Between 1995 and 2013, the U.S. contributed on average $3.2M per year for UXO clearance in Laos; the U.S. spent $13.3M per day (in 2013 dollars) for nine years bombing Laos.

The U.S. spent as much in three days bombing Laos ($51M, in 2010 dollars) than it spent for clean up over 16 years ($51M).

Photos by Andrew Mcconnell

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People are so accustom to dysfunction that they forget what’s healthy and what’s not.
— Alexandra Elle (via purplebuddhaproject)

Rebecca (Poem By Jennifer)


When I knew you were coming,
I danced for you.
I was as excited as a big sister could be.

When I learned you loved music,
I played for you.
You moved to be closer to me.

When I heard you were a girl.
I sewed for you.
I wanted to make you my personal doll.

But when you were kicking,
I felt for you.
That’s when I loved you most of all.

When your mother was bleeding,
I worried for you.
The road to the hospital became 3 times as long.

In the hallway,
I waited for you.
But soon you were long gone.

That one last day,
I sang for you.
I know that you could hear me.

You were never born,
but you were so alive.
As great as a sister could be.

This is incredible…

Tagged: PoemPoetryBabyBabiesMiscarriageDeathPregnancySisterSisters

Growing Up Transgender (Poem By Jennifer) →


Maybe I wont be beautiful.
But maybe I could try.
There’s another me out there.
Who doesn’t hide and doesn’t cry.
Maybe she twirls with dresses on.
I think florals make her think of home.
and Mama with never understand.
People walk away as they say “You’re not alone.”

Maybe I like my new…

Tagged: PoemPoetry