Ok so I finally blocked this guy who was always posting absolutely HATEFUL stuff about women and feminists on facebook, and I kinda want to post a collection of the stuff he said on facebook complete with his full name so that everyone can be aware of him being a dick,
but I am literally scared that he would hunt me down and try to kill me if I did.
My mother is a substance abuse counselor and works with severely addicted clients who are often court-ordered to see her. Some days, she comes home despondent and worn out from helping people she feels don’t want her help or even deserve it. Addicts will do awful things to feed their addictions. My mothers clients have done and will continue to do bad things.
But, one day in the spring of 2010, my grandpa died suddenly. She was off work for a few days to go to the funeral and when she came back to work, one of her clients handed her this poem. He had written it by hand on a piece of stationary and framed it, along with a single feather he had found outside. My mom immediately broke down crying and thanked him for the wonderfully thoughtful gift. It’s still sitting on the windowsill of her office so that every time she looks outside when she’s feeling over-whelmed, she thinks of her dad.
And of a man who, even though he may be flawed and struggling, offered her kindness when she needed it most.
That’s why I’ll always love this poem.
Send me a letter and I will write a poem about something that starts with that letter.
or a word, or a poetic device, or a color, or. you know. prompty things.
Francis is another short horror film about a daring 17 year old girl, who finds herself alone in the middle of a lake. Trouble starts to brew. We find ourselves with more questions than answers at the end. (Watch it here) (Masterpost of creepy short films)
As someone who loves horror, animation and games, I would never forgive myself if I didn’t share that great masterpost
"This leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously."
Reblog every time.
i will ALWAYS reblog this. I feel powerful just reading this photoset lol
So I get a text from this dude I used to be super in to.
And so I responded.
Which is when he dropped the bomb.
And so I started searching for the post.
I found it. It consisted of 3 words.
I think I can actually feel the blood sloshing around in my head.
Sweet hemorrhage, take me now.