白 YUKOKI
地獄蝶;
everything you know is a lie;

danish-butter-cookie:

peanut-butter-jellyfish:

a while ago I uploaded this here on tumblr haha

but then I deleted that tumblr so here it iss

I made this for me and my awesomly annoying friend uwu 

Aaaahhhh honeeyy ya make me all blushie-blushie with compliments >w

mizonia:

“Music is what keeps me alive, and it keeps me fulfilled and happy.”
Jónsi 

transparentalia:

Transparent Nordic Children!

Look at these dorks (●´□`)♡

“I love old things. Modern things are so cold. I need things that have lived.”

- Barbara Hulanicki of Biba (via 13thmoon)

Robert Plant photographed by Peter Simon, 1975.

sweetyrabbits:

termsofenragement:

Puella Magi Madoka Metallica.

This is literally the first thing i ever reblogged on tumblr omg

simena:

Théodore Rousseau

We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.

"I don’t want my ears pierced."

"I don’t want any earrings."

The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.

She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”

Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’

We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.

Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’

Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.

Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.

No means no, yeah, right.

Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”


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from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

(via k-pagination)

TRACK NAME: Los Días Raros
ALBUM TITLE: Mapas
ARTIST: Vetusta Morla
TIMES PLAYED: 26 139 reproducciones

emptys-theme-park:

Días Raros