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B.J. Novak, One More Thing


B.J. Novak, One More Thing

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You are 12. You’re at the library looking for some generic young adult fiction novel about a girl who falls for her best friend. Your dad makes a disgusted face. “This is about lesbians,” he says. The word falls out of his mouth as though it pains him. You check out a different book and cry when you get home, but you aren’t sure why. You learn that this is not a story about you, and if it is, you are disgusting.

You are 15. Your relatives are fawning over your cousin’s new boyfriend. “When will you have a boyfriend?” they ask. You shrug. “Maybe she’s one of those lesbians,” your grandpa says. You don’t say anything. You learn that to find love and acceptance from your family, you need a boyfriend who thinks you are worthy of love and acceptance.

You are 18. Your first boyfriend demands to know why you never want to have sex with him. He tells you that sex is normal and healthy. You learn that something is wrong with you.

You are 13. You’re at a pool party with a relative’s friend’s daughter. “There’s this lesbian in my gym class. It’s so gross,” she says. “Ugh, that’s disgusting,” another girl adds. They ask you, “do you have any lesbians at your school?” You tell them no and they say you are lucky. You learn to stay away from people.

You are 20. You have coffee with a girl and you can’t stop thinking about her for days afterwards. You learn the difference between a new friendship and new feelings for a person.

You are 13. Your mom is watching a movie. You see two girls kiss on screen. You feel butterflies and this sense that you identify with the girls on the screen. Your mom gets up and covers the screen. You learn that if you are like those girls, no one wants to see it.

You are 20. You and your friends are drunk and your ex-boyfriend dares you to make out with your friend. You both agree. You touch her face. It feels soft and warm. Her lips are small and her hands feel soft on your back. You learn the difference between being attracted to someone and recognizing that someone you care about is attractive.

You are 16. You find lesbian porn online. Their eyes look dead and their bodies are positioned in a way that you had never imagined. You learn that liking girls is acceptable if straight men can decide the terms.

You are 20. You are lying next to a beautiful girl and talking about everything. You tell her things that you don’t usually tell anyone. You learn how it feels not to want to go to sleep because you don’t want to miss out on any time with someone.

You are 15. Your parents are talking about a celebrity. Your dad has a grin on his face and says, “her girlfriend says that she’s having the best sex of her life with her!” You learn that being a lesbian is about the kind of sex you have and not how you love.

You are 18. You are in intro to women’s and gender studies. “Not all feminists are lesbians- I love my husband! Most of the feminists on our leadership team are straight! It’s just a stereotype,” the professor exclaims. You learn that lesbianism is something to separate yourself from.

You are 21 and you are kissing a beautiful girl and she’s your girlfriend and you understand why people write songs and make movies and stupid facebook statuses about this and time around you just seems to stop and you could spend forever like this and you learn that there is nothing wrong with you and you are falling in love.

You are 21. And you are okay.

a thing I wrote after arguing with an insensitive dude on facebook all day or Things Other People Taught me about Liking Girls (via squidterritory)

(Source: thesefirstfewdesperatehours)

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high school friends are basically people who agree to survive together and it’s sort of like they’re your crew in a zombie apocalypse and after the apocalypse is over somehow you go on to living life and maybe occasionally you’d run into each other and be like “oh yes i see you still haven’t been eaten by zombies that is good” but you no longer have the need to survive together so that thing tying you to these people is just gone

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a morbid little comic about banshees


i am crying

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Written by whitepaperquotes contributor Argie 

(Source: soletoseoul)

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My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.

Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.

But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.

It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.

S.T.Gibson (via sarahtaylorgibson)
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  • Moment of death:The heart stops, the skin gets tight and grey in color, all the muscles relax, the bladder and bowels empty
  • After 30 minutes:The skin gets purple and waxy, the lips, finger- and toe nails fade to a pale color or turn white as the blood leaves, blood pools at the lowest parts of the body leaving a dark purple-black stain called lividity, the hands and feet turn blue, the eyes start to sink into the skull
  • After 4 hours:Rigor mortis starts to set in, the purpling of the skin and pooling of blood continue, rigor mortis begins to tighten the muscles for about another 24 hours, then will reverse and the body will return to a limp state.
  • After 24 hours:The body is now the temperature of the surrounding environment. In males, the semen dies. The head and neck are now a greenish-blue color. The greenish-blue color continues to spread to the rest of the body. There is the strong smell of rotting meat.
  • After 3 days:The gases in the body tissues form large blisters on the skin, the whole body begins to bloat and swell grotesquely. This process is speeded up if victim is in a hot environment, or in water. Fluids leak from the mouth, nose, eyes, ears and rectum and urinary opening.
  • After 3 weeks:The skin, hair, and nails are so loose they can be easily pulled off the corpse. The skin cracks and bursts open in many places because of the pressure of Internal gases and the breakdown of the skin itself
  • Any more time:Decomposition will continue until body is nothing but skeletal remains, which can take as little as a month in hot climates and two months in cold climates. The teeth are often the only thing left, years and centuries later, because tooth enamel is the strongest substance in the body.


  • Pallor Mortis (paleness of death):Almost immediately after death a body of a person with light skin will begin to grow very pale. this is caused by a lack of blood in the capillary region of the blood vessel. 
  • Algor mortis(cooling of death): After death a human body will no longer be working to keep warm, and as a result will start cooling. 
  • Rigor Mortis(death stiffness): About three hours after death a chemical change in the muscles of a human corpse causes the limbs of the corpse to become stiff and difficult to move. 
  • Livor Mortis(bluish color of death) or postmortem lividity: Within 6-12 hours after death a humans body will no longer have a pumping heart to circulate all the blood that is in the body, because of this there is nothing to stop the effect of gravity, and all the blood will start to move with gravity towards the part of the body closest to the ground causing a purplish red discoloration of the skin..

Here’s a video on body farms (where they study decomposition) 

Here’s a video on a time lapse of an actual decomposing body (NSFW, I wouldn’t watch this if I was eating) 

Are u tellin me that every time someone dies they immediately shit and piss themselves? Every dramatic death scene, every loved one that died was just shitting their pants at the time??

Yes, it’s a well known fact that this happens

(Reblogged from bleep0bleep)


"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers

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