It’s been a get mad at my best friend, do stupid things for a boy, and almost cry in class kind of day. But on the bright side my friend from high school let me call him at 2AM his time and just talk and talk for over an hour and reassured me that there’s nothing wrong with me.


seenewperspectives:

honestly, I hate that I’ve considered myself so unattractive for so many years just because I was subconsciously taught to equate how many guys showed interest in me to how beautiful I was.

I don’t care if guys never look at me for the rest of my life, I am beautiful. 

This speaks to me so deeply. It’s amazing that others can have the exact same thoughts that I do.


futile-space:

a presentation by futile-space and alexemrulz

enjoy

(via seenewperspectives)


People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear.

sarah-the-artiste:

mrsmarymorstan:

i-am-mishafuckingcollins:

simonsayspegg:

unelanabolvangar:

can we just agree that hermione doesn’t give two shits about throwing rocks in the water. she knows exactly what she’s doing bless her

nO BUT
FLICK
HE LITERALLY JUST TAUGHT HER WHAT SHE TAUGHT HIM IN THE FIRST BOOK
YO
SWISH AND FLICK
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING

[SCREAMS OUT LOUD]

 (via Saffythegeek)

OH MY GOD

(via seenewperspectives)


“Mother,” I slowly repeated in Korean. “I am not a boy. I am a girl. I am transgender.” My face reddened, and tears blurred my vision. I braced myself for her rejection and the end to a relationship that had only begun.

Silence again filled the room. I searched my mother’s eyes for any signs of shock, disgust or sadness. But a serene expression lined her face as she sat with ease on the couch. I started to worry that my words had been lost in translation. Then my mother began to speak.

“Mommy knew,” she said calmly through my friend, who looked just as dumbfounded as I was by her response. “I was waiting for you to tell me.”

“What? How?”

“Birth dream,” my mother replied. In Korea some pregnant women still believe that dreams offer a hint about the gender of their unborn child. “I had dreams for each of your siblings, but I had no dream for you. Your gender was always a mystery to me.”

I wanted to reply but didn’t know where to begin. My mother instead continued to speak for both of us. “Hyun-gi,” she said, stroking my head. “You are beautiful and precious. I thought I gave birth to a son, but it is OK. I have a daughter instead.”


Since I’m not doing anything at work apart from reblog things on Tumblr, I might as well get all up close and personal. I wish that I wasn’t so terrible about getting things done when I said I would get them done. My inability to get things done on time is seriously starting to affect my life. I have a job that I’m so passionate about, and I have the best work environment and I love it. But I’m so bad at being productive that I’m constantly feeling guilty that I’m not doing my part and other people are picking up my slack. I feel too guilty to be proud of my accomplishments at work because I feel like I didn’t do enough to deserve ownership over my own projects. Even now I said I was going to get an hour of work done and make it home by midnight (flexible hours). And yet it’s 12:30 and I haven’t even started that hour yet. I’ve checked Facebook, scrolled through Tumblr, taken Buzzfeed quizzes, but no work. I wish I could say “I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Except I do know, and I don’t know how to fix it apart from sheer determination. But how do you work at fixing your fatal flaw when your fatal flaw is… being adverse to doing work?


Oh my God I literally just reblogged over a page of stuff just from two people’s blogs. But they’re like two of my favorite people ever so it’s cool.


spontaneities:

San Francisco, California

And again.

(via andrewshiah)


lovenerdeen:

mideastcuts:

Ghada Karmi and Ellen Siegel, in 1973, 1992 and 2011. Photos by Francis Khoo (1, 2) and Jean-Pascal Deillon (3)

This is always so powerful…

Wow. Just wow.

lovenerdeen:

mideastcuts:

Ghada Karmi and Ellen Siegel, in 1973, 1992 and 2011. Photos by Francis Khoo (1, 2) and Jean-Pascal Deillon (3)

This is always so powerful…

Wow. Just wow.

(via andrewshiah)