Drippin-Bows

cutting666:

lesbian-porrim-maryam:

owlmylove:

You know what? No. No, I do not think that girl is as beautiful as the woman on the right. And before you social justice bloggers come stampeding into my askbox, wondering how I could be such a heartless, bitch- hear me out.
The girl on the left isn’t beautiful. The girl on the left does not have flawless skin, or blonde hair, or baby-blue eyes or a pair of double-d’s. What she is, however, is sick. And telling her that she’s beautiful as an attempt to comfort her? Is just plain cruel. 
You’re telling her that she’s only redeemable when she’s beautiful. You don’t give a damn about her illness, no. You just want to sleep at night, thinking what a great person you are for lying to a little girl. Do you think that girl believes she is truly, in the eyes of society, beautiful? She doesn’t. And I dare someone to look me in the eyes and say she’s wrong. We all know she’s not beautiful, but we tell her otherwise, tell ourselves otherwise because we feel guilty and we think that, by “saving” this poor, ill child with false claims of beauty, we are better people because of it. 
That girl is beautiful because she is fighting. She’s beautiful because she isn’t beautiful, not in all the physical ways we obsess over. She’s beautiful because of her personality- and that is why her’s is a life worth living.
Not because some stranger on the internet lied, and told her she’s “beautiful”.

Someone Finally Said It ^

I agree

cutting666:

lesbian-porrim-maryam:

owlmylove:

You know what? No. No, I do not think that girl is as beautiful as the woman on the right. And before you social justice bloggers come stampeding into my askbox, wondering how I could be such a heartless, bitch- hear me out.

The girl on the left isn’t beautiful. The girl on the left does not have flawless skin, or blonde hair, or baby-blue eyes or a pair of double-d’s. What she is, however, is sick. And telling her that she’s beautiful as an attempt to comfort her? Is just plain cruel. 

You’re telling her that she’s only redeemable when she’s beautiful. You don’t give a damn about her illness, no. You just want to sleep at night, thinking what a great person you are for lying to a little girl. Do you think that girl believes she is truly, in the eyes of society, beautiful? She doesn’t. And I dare someone to look me in the eyes and say she’s wrong. We all know she’s not beautiful, but we tell her otherwise, tell ourselves otherwise because we feel guilty and we think that, by “saving” this poor, ill child with false claims of beauty, we are better people because of it. 

That girl is beautiful because she is fighting. She’s beautiful because she isn’t beautiful, not in all the physical ways we obsess over. She’s beautiful because of her personality- and that is why her’s is a life worth living.

Not because some stranger on the internet lied, and told her she’s “beautiful”.

Someone Finally Said It ^

I agree

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gaby14link:

equalistfighter:

i am so fucking sorry for contributing to this

that is NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.

WAHT HAPPENED TO THE PRETTY PINK?!?!?!?!?

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momdusa:

From a Monster High Dolls page on FB… Clawdeen and Ghoulish are getting a Ghouls Night out, too.
Sorry bout the potato-cam.

OMIGOD! GHOULS NIGHT OUT CLAWDEEN, GHOULIA, AND VENUS NOW TOO! PLEASE BE A WALMART/TRU EXCLUSIVE! OR SELL THEM EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

momdusa:

From a Monster High Dolls page on FB… Clawdeen and Ghoulish are getting a Ghouls Night out, too.

Sorry bout the potato-cam.

OMIGOD! GHOULS NIGHT OUT CLAWDEEN, GHOULIA, AND VENUS NOW TOO! PLEASE BE A WALMART/TRU EXCLUSIVE! OR SELL THEM EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

That Schols Out Lagoona shoe mold is WAY to over used!

(Source: marsmcflytrap)

ask-cleo-and-deuce:

I. Need. This. Doll.

- Cleo

LOVE HER NEW SHOES! Are her second pair CAM Cat/witch shoes?

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realityfulloffantasies:

love-order-chaos-repeat:

awhitefairytale:

This made my day :)
An 87 Year Old College Student Named RoseThe first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze. “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.”As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

I just have something in my eye, like a twig.


I have more of a branch in my eye!

realityfulloffantasies:

love-order-chaos-repeat:

awhitefairytale:

This made my day :)

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. 
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me 
with a smile that lit up her entire being. 

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze. 

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the 
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” 
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. 

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and 
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. 

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was 
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell 
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop 
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. 

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing 
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. 

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. 
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those 
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died 
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s 
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS 
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

I just have something in my eye, like a twig.

I have more of a branch in my eye!

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not-so-little-mermaid:

ia-ia-cthylla-fhtagn:

So I start classes for the first time tomorrow my schedule is:

8:15-9:10 Dead languages

915- 10:10 Freaky Economics

10:15- 11:10 Mad science

11:15-12:10 Lunch

12:15-1:10 Monster Lit (AP)

1:15-2:10 PE

2:15-3:10 Ge-orge-phy

Will I be seeing any of you?

Look like we have Lunch and Monster Lit together!

I have Monster Lit AP then, too!

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