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Mostly here are things that I find interesting in some way or another. If I like a picture I've taken enough maybe, maybe I'll post it. I rather enjoy zombies. I also think Ramona Flowers is hot.
Blogs I follow:
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the best 52 seconds in film history
oh my god
I CANT’ BREATEH WHAT ISTHIS…………………….
Everyone needs to see this. Seriously.
I’m just gonna casually reblog this again because I still laugh every time.
What might happen if the nature documentary hosts get bored.
Amazing.
(Source: shavingryansprivates)
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Amanda and her cousin Amy, Valdese, North Carolina by Mary Ellen Mark
North Carolina, USA, 1990
In 1990, Peter Howe at Life magazine sent me to North Carolina to photograph a special school for children with problems. The school was a very strange place because all of the twenty or so children were in the same classroom and their problems ranged from mild behavior instability to severe schizophrenia.
Nine-year-old Amanda was the most interesting child in the class. She was my favorite child. Amanda was very intelligent and very naughty. One day I followed her home on the school bus. When the bus stopped at her house, she dashed ahead of me and ran into a nearby wooded area. I continued to follow her into the woods and eventually found her sitting in an old stuffed chair having a cigarette. She thought that I would reprimand her since I was an adult. But I said nothing.
The following Sunday, I spent the day at home with Amanda and her mother. Amanda totally controlled her mother. She constantly gave her orders and proceeded to put on her mother’s nail polish and makeup. Amanda smoked openly in front of her. Her 8-year-old cousin Amy was coming over, and she was very excited. All day long, Amanda and her cousin played like children. Every forty-five minutes or so, Amanda would take a break to have a cigarette. Her mother could say nothing; Amanda was the boss.
Just before I left, I looked for Amanda to say good-bye. I found her and Amy in the backyard. They were in a children’s inflatable pool. Amanda was taking her regular cigarette break.(Source: tamburina)
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Lights Out: Six feet from the edge…or 10,000. Whatever works.
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“You wanted it. You love me. We belong together. Trust me.” I was a 14 year old virgin. He was almost 19. He never denied what he did. It’s ruined me, but I need a voice. I will not be ashamed. I was raped. I will heal.”
This is literally one of the hardest things I’ve done.
This was inspired by Project Unbreakable. This is my story to go with the picture.
I had just turned 14 years old and he was almost 19. I was a freshman in high school. He was involved in the choir program at my school and he was in community college. He was visiting my school during the choir class I was in and he saw me. After class, he talked to me. He seemed fine enough, but I had a sickening feeling. He gave me his phone number and we texted a bit, but I was incredibly uncomfortable with this.
The day after he met me, he dropped out of community college. He began talking to one of my friends. He told her that he liked me. She convinced him to try to pursue something. When he was attempting to pursue something with me, I told her that I was exceptionally uncomfortable with it. She gave him my locker combo and told him where I lived and he began stalking me. Eventually, after much pressure from my friends, they convinced me to “date” him (although I’m not sure that’s what I would call it).
As time passed, I convinced myself this was normal. I went into denial. And eventually, he raped me. Several times. And every time he told me it was okay… that I wanted it… that he loved me and that when I turned 16, he was going to run off and marry me… and I was too scared, too fragile to tell anyone. I convinced myself that it’s what I wanted after it happened.
As this was going on, I was becoming more and more depressed. I was ashamed. I was humiliated. And I didn’t have a voice to tell anyone. Thankfully, one of my friend’s parents found out about what was going on and even though they approached my mother in an awful way about what was going on, it finally brought to my mother’s attention (because I could not) what was going on.
He was arrested. He has been in and out of jail. He failed the pedophilia test and they gave him a plea deal. He has broken probation on 20+ accounts. He is currently out of jail… and that terrifies me.
I still have a lot of PTSD from it. Every time I see someone resembling him physically, I have a panic attack. When I go places that I know he goes, I have a panic attack. When people mention him, I cry. I attempted suicide several months after he was arrested because I was so ashamed of myself. I can legitimately say that I hate myself for it… and a lot of times, I blame myself. That this is my fault.
This story doesn’t have a happy ending. I’m still suffering from what happened. I’m still fragile and broken and this incident has defined who I am. However… I keep hoping that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And I hope this story encourages other rape victims to come out and share their story as well. Please, please don’t be like me. Don’t hide and end up becoming so depressed that you try to take your own life… you can get help. And the sooner you get it, the easier it will be. I can’t imagine how different my life would be had I had the strength and support system to get help.
I will no longer let myself be afraid of this. I’m not going to hide. If people don’t believe me… they don’t believe me. I know the truth and that’s what matters. And I hope this helps rape victims across the world.
This is my first step toward getting better. I hope you can make this step with me.
I’m always here if you need to talk, and so are lots of other people. Good luck.
1.800.656.HOPE
Proud to say I know this girl. :)
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AMEN.
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Were being the key word.
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Did a bunch of dogs breakup a fight between two cats? Am I seeing this right??
Having none of that shit today.
“Ay man, y’all chill the fuck out. Y’all fucking up the party.”
(Source: ForGIFs.com)
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UNCLE VOLDEMORT WILL PICK YOU UP DON’T WORRY
(Source: peterpansflight)
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holy shit this deserves way more fucking notes
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Despite its name, the maned wolf is not a wolf at all, nor is it a fox, coyote, or dog. It is the only member of the Chrysocyon genus, making it a truly unique animal, not closely related to any other living canid. One hypothesis for this is that the maned wolf is the last surviving species of the Pleistocene Extinction, which wiped out all other large canids from the continent.
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A little backstory to this clip before you watch it:
Will Smith’s father abandoned him and his mother when he was a child, and when Will was finally getting into show business and making a name for himself, he tried to sneak his way back into his life like nothing happened. Will co-wrote this episode, and James Avery (Uncle Phil) said “this scene was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to shoot in my life. Every emotion, every word.. that was Will”
Will was actually supposed to play it off and then walk away, and there was originally an alternate scene that was supposed to happen, but he actually completely cut out what was supposed to be said, and did all of his own dialogue. The hug at the end of this scene is completely genuine, and this was a stepping stone in Will’s career where he started to take on the “do what feels, sounds, and looks right” approach to his acting.
i don’t care how many times i reblog this.
^^^ I reblog it every time I see it
goosebumps
one of my favorite moments in Bel Air
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Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
(Source: togainunochi)
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Aokigahara (青木ヶ原). There are over 100 dead bodies found in the Aokigahara in Japan every year. It’s known as the place where most suicides, after the Golden Gate Bridge, take place. You can wander around and suddenly come across rotten bodies, guns, razor blades, suicide letters nailed on trees. A sign at the forests entry tries to hold people back,”mind your children, mind your parents,talk about your pain”,a phone number of a suicide hotline under it. Even children were found dead in the Forest. Old cars are standing in front of the forest, broken bicycles. There are tents with dead bodies, arms, legs, even eyes in them lying around. A haunting, but fascinating Place.
(Source: theres-no-need)
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