Sorry I suck.
  1. when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
    she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
    when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
    he probably just thinks you’re cute’
    but the thing is,
    when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
    you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
    and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
    because no one ever taught her the difference
    ‘boys will be boys’
    turns into
    ‘that’s how he shows his love’
    and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
    she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
    the one adult she tells scolds her
    ‘you know he loses his temper easily
    why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
    so she shrinks
    folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
    by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
    be quiet, be soft, be easy
    don’t give him a reason
    but for all her efforts, he still finds one
    ‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
    ‘boys will be boys
    he doesn’t mean it
    he can’t help it’
    she’s 7 years old on the playground again
    with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
    because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
    that’s just how he shows he cares
    she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
    in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
    like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
    she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
    she touches the bruise the next day
    boys will be boys
    aggression, affection, violence, love
    how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
    she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
    one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
    boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
    when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
    he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
    doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
    it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
    so I guess what I’m trying to say is
    i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
    baby they exist in difference universes
    my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
    don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
    don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
    if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
    baby love won’t hurt when it comes
    you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
    and
    the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
    is to hold yours

    Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys 

    (And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

  2. pfdiva:

    jaredpadaleki:

    a Quest is a trip to accomplish a task.

    an Adventure is a trip without a destination.

    a Journey is when the trip is more important than the destination.

    #excuse me while i take a quest to the toilet (x)

    I often take journeys up and down my halls to think.  I like this.

  3. inlifechangeisinevitable:

saltunderthesea:

This broke my fucking heart

so sad.

    inlifechangeisinevitable:

    saltunderthesea:

    This broke my fucking heart

    so sad.

  4. aspidelaps:

flygex-eatin-on-softies:

I put this napkin on Bean as a joke but he hasn’t moved out from under it and it’s been about 20 minutes, so….

mother has given me a blanket it is a most joyous day

    aspidelaps:

    flygex-eatin-on-softies:

    I put this napkin on Bean as a joke but he hasn’t moved out from under it and it’s been about 20 minutes, so….

    mother has given me a blanket it is a most joyous day

  5. kisssed:

    u can’t just pretend you care about me one day then completely abandon me the next. thats not how it works.

  6. avolating:

    do u ever love a celebrity so much it makes you sad

    Do you mean: Jensen Ackles

  7. dissapolnted:

vertical/personal/l♥ve

    dissapolnted:

    vertical/personal/l♥ve

  8. If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom”
    Shes gonna call me point B
    Because that way she knows that no matter what happens
    At least she can always find her way to me.
    And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands
    So she has to learn the entire universe
    Before she can say “oh I know that like the
    Back of my hand.”
    And shes going to learn
    That this life will hit you hard
    In the face
    Wait for you to get back up just so
    It can kick you in the stomach
    But getting the wind knocked out of you
    Is the only way to remind your lungs
    How much they like the taste of air
    There is hurt here
    That cannot be fixed by band-Aids or poetry
    So the first time she realizes
    That Wonder Woman isn’t coming
    I’ll make sure she knows
    She doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself
    Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers
    Your hands will always be too small
    To catch all the pain you want to heal
    Believe me, I’ve tried.
    “And baby,” I’ll tell her,
    ‘don’t keep your nose up in the air like that.
    I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times.
    You’re just smelling for smoke
    So you can follow the trail back to a burning house
    So you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire
    To see if you can save him.
    Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place,
    To see if you can change him.”
    But I know she will anyway
    So instead I’ll always keep an extra supply
    Of chocolate and rain boots nearby,
    Because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
    Okay there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix.
    But that’s what the rain boots are for
    Because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
    I want her to look at the world
    Through the underside of a glass-bottom boat,
    To look through a microscope
    At the galaxies that exist
    On the pinpoint of a human mind
    Because that’s the way my mom taught me
    That there’ll be days like this.
    There’ll be days like this, my momma said.
    When you open your hands to catch
    And wind up with only blisters and bruises;
    When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly
    And the very people you want to save
    Are the ones standing on your cape;
    When your boots will fill with rain
    And you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment.
    And those are the very days you have all the more reason
    To say thank you.
    Because there’s nothing more beautiful
    Than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline
    No matter how many times it’s sent away.
    You will put the wind in winsome, lose some.
    You will put the star
    In starting over, and over.
    And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute
    Be sure your mind lands
    On the beauty of this funny place called life.
    And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting,
    I am pretty damn naïve.
    But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar.
    It can crumble so easily,
    But don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
    “Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember your momma is a worrier,
    and your poppa is a warrior,
    and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes
    who never stops asking for more.”
    Remember that good things come in threes
    And so do bad things.
    And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong.
    But don’t you ever apologize
    For the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
    Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing.
    And when they finally hand you heartache,
    When they slip war and hatred under your door,
    And offer you handouts on street corners
    Of cynicism and defeat
    You tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
    — "If I Should Have A Daughter" by Sarah Kay (via knot-a-clew)
  9. 
The split in 1993 was during the filming of Ed Wood and there were days he would come crying, I felt so bad. I asked him why it happened but all he said was, ‘It wasn’t her fault, it was mine.’ And when he met Kate in January of 94, it wasn’t the same as Winona. I felt weird to be around him like he wasn’t acting like Johnny anymore. It’s almost like Winona took Johnny’s soul, Johnny’s love.
- Tim Burton

    The split in 1993 was during the filming of Ed Wood and there were days he would come crying, I felt so bad. I asked him why it happened but all he said was, ‘It wasn’t her fault, it was mine.’ And when he met Kate in January of 94, it wasn’t the same as Winona. I felt weird to be around him like he wasn’t acting like Johnny anymore. It’s almost like Winona took Johnny’s soul, Johnny’s love.

    - Tim Burton

  10. 2wentysixletters:

Typewriter Series #81

    2wentysixletters:

    Typewriter Series #81

  11. sourcedumal:

    spokenelle:

    Just a few highlights from the #BeAMan hashtag I began tonight on twitter. Inspired by this video by The Representation Project about the burden of masculinity on boys. Come join the discussion! 

    All this.

  12. allabitofablur:

    theonlyroseleft:

    saucefactory:

    crutchy:

    Thanks, Cas. Thanks.

    TRUE THOUGH

    STILL MY FAVORITE CAS/SAM/DEAN COMIC EVER

    I especially like the artist’s choice of having the angel choose gesundheit over god bless you. perfect Cas. 

  13. theblackamericanprincess:


brokenchi:

Sooooo cute

Parenting done right.

    theblackamericanprincess:

    brokenchi:

    Sooooo cute

    Parenting done right.

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