ALWAYS a reblog. Plus, that caption is perfect.“There are times she is kneeling out of obedience, reverence, and respect.
Those are the times it is okay to stand above her.
But when she is kneeling because the weight of the world is just to heavy to bear…
THAT is when You should be kneeling beside her.
A real Master will know the difference.”
Ultimately, he’s going to find out. How you chew, how you sip. How you dance, how you smile at every point of the day. The fact that most of your friends are shallow. That you hate sitting in an aisle seat. How you don’t really like chocolate, how you get hyper when you travel, how certain games or shows make you really happy. How cranky you get when your tired, how you think you look bad in all of your pictures. He’s going to know everything about you . And you know what? He’s still going to love you.
–(via unbeknownstlove
)
(Source: rockstarprincessquotess.xanga.com)
Via Hi.
Dear Scarlet,
I’m 24 years old, 24 and a half to be specific. A lot of people my age either have careers or are well on their way to getting to that point. When I got pregnant with you, your dad and I decided that it would be best for me to stay at home as much as possible. Neither one of us liked the idea of daycare. I’ve spent the past 5 years either growing you in my body or raising you. I never want you to feel like I regret this. While I never want you to be financially trapped into a situation, I also want you to hear this loud and clear: They have paychecks. I have you. Maybe things are a little rough around here, money-wise, being a single mom wasn’t part of the plan. But, Scar, sometimes you have to say screw the plan. Sometimes you have to jump ship. There are so much more important things than money, and knowing when to throw in the towel is one of them. There is more than one way to live happily ever after. There’s no shame in doing things backwards. Maybe we’ll be doing homework and going to school at the same time, but I promise I will try my absolute hardest to be sure that you never go without. Your dad would also never let that happen. I guess my point here is this: You had a heartbeat before a bank account, so always always tend to your heart first. Never confuse the word can’t with the word haven’t. I love you, and staying home with you for these first four years was absolutely one of the greatest privileges of my life. I’m so thankful for your father for working so that it could be a reality. I’m going to figure out what exactly the why the universe needs me and work as hard as I can to fulfill it and provide for you.You know when you read something and you think “thank you to who(what)ever that made me get online right at this moment and read this”
I needed it so much.
^^ this made my night
There is a question I have been wanting to understand the answer to, but have been feeling that I simply can’t ask. Eventually I just ask it anyway:
Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?
Immediately, I wish that I hadn’t. The look on her face—a kind of juddering visceral alarm at what has been said…I don’t wish to see that look many more times in my life. “That would make me way too sad to answer,” she says quickly, and I hurriedly begin another question, about something completely different, hoping that if I say it fast enough these new words will chase the old words away from where they are hanging in the air between us, and maybe she will let me pretend that it was something I never said.
“No, no,” she says, and I can see the tears forming, and I think she means that she doesn’t want to answer any more questions about anything. I mutter some kind of apology under my breath.
But, even now, I’m wrong about everything. Mostly she is just trying to stop my new question. She has something to tell me.
“No,” she says. “I said it would make me too sad to answer but it’s also…”—and she nods even as her voice breaks once more with tears—”…one of my favorite things to imagine.” And through the tears, a beaming, almost beatific smile stretches room-wide across her face. “It’s actually one of my favorite places to visit.”
– Michelle Williams, about Heath Ledger (via philisdunphy)(Source: GQ)
Via Snapz.
This is so sad. We have to break this cycle.
Not smarter. Not nicer. Not better people. Not a scientist or an engineer or a teacher or a mother. Just thinner.
We as a society have to remember that when we see ads on TV saying ‘LOSE 10 LBS N 10 DAYS!’ ‘GET RID OF THAT UGLY FAT!’ ‘TAKE THESE DIET PILLS!’, our children are seeing them too.
When you’re complaining about how ‘fat’ you look in the mirror, your little sister or brother, your son or daughter, your cousin, the child you babysit, sees it. And they internalize it. It starts them on a LIFETIME of being obsessed with body image. They’re actually MORE likely to become obese because of hyper-awareness of body image and constantly feeling like they’re not good enough. They’re MORE likely to end up with an eating disorder.
It has to stop.
(Source: letstalkabouted)
Those stories in the news that I read every week remind me that outward expressions of mental illness can endanger me, and that having large numbers of people aware that I am mentally ill could also be dangerous to me.
Being mentally ill means that I am more likely to be shot by police. I am more likely to be raped or assaulted, and ignored when I file a report. I am more likely to be institutionalized, to be condemned as an unfit parent (if I wanted to parent), to be denied employment or fired because my workplace refuses to accommodate me. To be falsely convicted of a crime.
These are the things I think about when I tell myself I should stop fronting, the reminder that being mentally ill already means I have a target on my back. That the only thing saving me may be my ability to compartmentalize, to front like it’s going out of style, to convince everyone around me that everything is just fine.
I haven’t had the treatment I needed for half my life because I have been hiding my mental illness as well as other traumatic events.
When people find out it’s like they expect me to carry on pretending, because I’ve done such a bang up job of it for so long.
s.e you are in my heart.
(Source: meloukhia)
from rachelsimmons.com: I am sitting, cross legged, on the bathroom floor trimming my five year old daughters’ toenails. My nine year old son showers his muddy body as I lean against the tub. My three year old daughter wrestles herself into pajamas in her bedroom. My eleven year old son bursts…
About me
I have passion. I have too many options. I have a place to speak my mind and I will not be silenced by any means.
![Miss Jones =]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/avatar_a7f95ff70588_30.png){kind=avatar}
