Captain of my own ship, I've lead my life to New York. Now I'm just working on leading myself to becoming the man I was meant to be.
i don’t feel good. and i want a cigarette. and supposedly i quit smoking a year ago. and i’m stressed. and i want to make things better. and i know i can’t.
Coffee and nicotine are what’ll get me through the week.
So because it’s Christmas time, Shaaba and I are going to buy a binder for someone who really needs one. You’ll get to pick from an underworks model of your choice, any size, up to a value of £33 (around $57, including shipping).
You can enter if you are in the UK or USA, if you’re in the USA we…
Thanks. I’m glad too. I was a bit worried but it was all good.
Therapy was great! My counselor, Blaine, was really nice. And we went into a lot of stuff in just an hour. Plus, we’re gonna continue while I go back home to Texas, so yay! I’m quite excited to continue this.
Guys! Guess who’s going to their first official counseling session. Like, for gender stuffs. I’m so damn excited. :)
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and soldiers, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dads present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
You know why this is important. Because, as we see, those kids aren’t born prejudiced. But the parents, they are prejudiced now. And unfortunately, many of those kids will grow up hearing their parents opinions and become prejudiced as well. And that’s just not fair to them.
A friend just texted this to me as “New way to come out as ftm” hahahaha yes such beautiful, much hilarious
This was an art project for school, the assignment being to do a piece on some social injustice. As a person who has been, is, and likely will be depressed in the future, I feel a strong shame when the topic of depression is brought up in a social setting, as if my struggle is some kind of a disease. The way depression is talked about is, for some reason, separate from the way physical injuries are discussed. My pain and injury is no less than that of someone with physical evidence that there is something wrong, which is absolute bullcrap.
Anyway, I hope you like the comic. /end of rant.
Holy shit Hannah.
Humans of New York
they are the most best humans to ever get tossed
in the cauldron
the long ladle of the tall witch
stirring and stirring
scraping it off the bottom
a handful of magic here
a pinch of the miraculous here
in the concrete world of right angles
the humans of new york
dream and chase the dream
they are the carrot
and they are the stick
and they are spell bound for heights
they are here
because they have flavor
and they are being moved by magic no one sees
but every one knows
each and all of them
are a distinct flavor
in how beautiful it is to be
in the human universe
of new york magic
I’m scared that I won’t succeed or accomplish my dreams. I’m especially worried about not being happy. I wish I could just get a peek of my future to know that I’ll at least be okay.
Josephine Hart (via autumnrevival)
One of my favorite quotes
Men with battle wounds.
(Don’t own pictures. Photos I found on public sites. If you’d like credit or to be removed message me. )