Scarlet.

Scarlet.

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Horsham, England.
19, CFS/ME, hypothyroidism. university/ winter jumpers/ films/ hugs on cold days/ staying in bed all day doing nothing/ postsecret/ people who are genuine/ smile. ♡
forever unperfect searching for perfection

kaylanewell:

i passed this on my bike the other day and it made me feel better and now look here it is again

kaylanewell:

i passed this on my bike the other day and it made me feel better and now look here it is again

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— 16 hours ago with 274034 notes

master-baits:

smallandtinyhomeideas:

The Tiny Project : design plans in PDF and SketchUp available | photo book with almost 200 pictures for under 10 USD and other new items.

I WANT ONE.

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— 16 hours ago with 81278 notes
angry90slesbian:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE TWITTER INTERACTION OF ALL TIME

angry90slesbian:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE TWITTER INTERACTION OF ALL TIME

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— 16 hours ago with 309033 notes
"

When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”

When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.

When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”

(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)

When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.

I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.

No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.

I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.

So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:

In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.

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r.d.  (via princessmilkovich)

Holy shit, this

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This is so powerful

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I always feel mean being extra cautious of guys but really you have to be. x

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— 16 hours ago with 116714 notes
update

The first afternoon at my work experience nursery placement as part of my speech and language degree was today, and I think it went pretty well! The kids were adorable as expected, but I met one little boy who was 4 years old, but was only meeting the milestones for a 2 year old. It was really interesting for me from a speech and language point of view, as he could barely speak he was just babbling like a 1 year old does, and occasionally using a word or two with prompting, so i think he might actually be even further behind in his speech, another half a year ish. 

Anyway it was a really fun afternoon, and i’m totally wiped out now and have been sitting down since I got back to the flat, today’s totally taken it out of me. But back off home tomorrow to see my grandma in hospital and stuff, so looking forward to another day at the nursery tomorrow then the train ride i know off by heart… 

— 16 hours ago with 3 notes
#personal  #update  #speech and language  #therapy  #nursery  #case study  #work experience  #family  #university  #wiped  #CFS/ME 
folieassdeux:

l-is-for-leprosy:

folieassdeux:

heimdall-keeper-of-the-bifrost:

theamazingpotatoes:

kilicanfilimeanyday:

szarabasjka:

ilovecharts:

A quick look at British and American spelling

American english is like real english but badly spelled…

Grey/Gray is wrong and annoys the shit out of me. They’re different spellings because they’re different shades.
But the rest is right and American language is a joke that looks like a primary school pupil is still learning their spelling

WHY DO THE BRITS PUT THE LETTER U EVERYWHERE????

WHY DO AMERICANS LEAVE OUT THE LETTER U EVERYWHERE!!!

wait what the fuck americans spell ‘tyre’ ‘tire’??? so when you ‘tire of something’ how the fuck do you spell that? 

We get “tired” of things.

Yeah but that’s a different tense to what I was saying nvrm

folieassdeux:

l-is-for-leprosy:

folieassdeux:

heimdall-keeper-of-the-bifrost:

theamazingpotatoes:

kilicanfilimeanyday:

szarabasjka:

ilovecharts:

A quick look at British and American spelling

American english is like real english but badly spelled…

Grey/Gray is wrong and annoys the shit out of me. They’re different spellings because they’re different shades.

But the rest is right and American language is a joke that looks like a primary school pupil is still learning their spelling

WHY DO THE BRITS PUT THE LETTER U EVERYWHERE????

WHY DO AMERICANS LEAVE OUT THE LETTER U EVERYWHERE!!!

wait what the fuck americans spell ‘tyre’ ‘tire’??? so when you ‘tire of something’ how the fuck do you spell that? 

We get “tired” of things.

Yeah but that’s a different tense to what I was saying nvrm

— 18 hours ago with 26707 notes
insert-sherlock-here:

thelonelyscarecrow:

castiels-time-traveler:

nintendocanada:

mapsontheweb:

Map of the World by Natural Skin Color

i’m really dumbfounded that i never realized skin colour is literally just caused by being closer to or farther from the equator and the resulting sun exposure and skin darkening

actually, its an adaptation. natural selection. people with darker skin are selected for in areas near the equator, where the melanin that causes the darker color protects them from radiation and protects them from skin cancer and other health defects, and because they are healthier they can pass on that trait more. people near the poles have lighter skin because it allows them absorb more of the limited sunlight to convert to vitamin d. 

THIS IS THE THING SOME PEOPLE HATE OTHER PEOPLE OVER.Evolution of melanin levels based on geographical location.

and yet we’re all still going to call Frozen racist…

insert-sherlock-here:

thelonelyscarecrow:

castiels-time-traveler:

nintendocanada:

mapsontheweb:

Map of the World by Natural Skin Color

i’m really dumbfounded that i never realized skin colour is literally just caused by being closer to or farther from the equator and the resulting sun exposure and skin darkening

actually, its an adaptation. natural selection. people with darker skin are selected for in areas near the equator, where the melanin that causes the darker color protects them from radiation and protects them from skin cancer and other health defects, and because they are healthier they can pass on that trait more. people near the poles have lighter skin because it allows them absorb more of the limited sunlight to convert to vitamin d. 

THIS IS THE THING SOME PEOPLE HATE OTHER PEOPLE OVER.

Evolution of melanin levels based on geographical location.

and yet we’re all still going to call Frozen racist…

— 20 hours ago with 284690 notes

fibrozombie:

penishole:

tobeymacguire:

when straight guys ask how lesbian sex works i feel really bad for their girlfriends because if you dont understand how to have sex with a girl in any way other than repeatedly putting your dick in her you are having some really bad sex

I want to reblog this 100 times but I’ll just do it once

A message to my ex.

— 1 day ago with 444907 notes