17 & lovin life, although it can be a bitch sometimes. Filipino & Chinese
(and a lil bit of Japanese and Korean.. just a lil bit). I love photography, skating (mainly longboarding),
martial arts, free running (although I'm not too good at it), anime, manga,
art in general, the color green, and what ever seems interesting.
oh yea. I'm bi ;)
this is a 4-month old pitbull named tonka. he got loose and his mom was unable to find him. finally, she received a call from an animal control employee, who said tonka had been dragged by a car, and he was later located near the side of someone’s home.
he has very deep gashes on his front legs (pictured), and his back leg is shattered entirely. after taking him to the vet, it was discovered that he also has a collapsed lung.
no one can ever plan for this kind of expense, especially when it’s so unexpected. i know his mom would appreciate it very much if you could donate anything to tonka’s surgery fund, spread this around as much as you can, or send them some well wishes.
sidenote: yes, i am aware that tonka is not a corgi, so try not to send too many angry messages about trying to help a fellow dog-lover and her puppy any way that i can.
I really hate people that get lit at school. Like really? is it necessary to smoke in the library? It smells like smoke and axe in here now. What if a kid had asthema and you were doing that shit in here? I swear… Next time I’ll snitch
A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”
The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:
“Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.
Mermaids do not exist.
But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?
Without a doubt, I’d rather be a whale.
At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.
We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn’t enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies. We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: “How amazing am I ?! “
You guys should really really watch this.
this made me cry, it’s so beautiful.
aw shit get it wednesday
HA! I almost forgot to reblog this today
Every Wednesday from now on.
Its wednesday , get it girl
I am perfectly fine with reblogging this every Wednesday.
This is not my usual post. But it’s something I had to share. As you read this, imagine how your reaction would differ if this story were being told by a woman, talking about how her husband treated her.
I have been separated from my wife for over a year, though we continue to share a house. We live on separate floors. We share the house because we need to parent our son together, and because we can’t afford to maintain two households.
I’d like to tell you a story, illustrating one reason why I am divorcing her. This is an example of the treatment I have received over the past fourteen years.
This evening, while she was drinking her wine, my estranged wife took exception to the fact that I wanted to talk about how tense she’s been. She said she didn’t want to talk about it.
I left the room (so as to comply with her request).
I went upstairs to use our tiny guest bathroom. She began to yell and throw things around the kitchen, then eventually charged up the stairs and into the bathroom, just as I was finishing and getting ready to leave. She confronted me there, holding her half-full wine glass in her hand. Her voice got louder, her gestures wilder.
She complained that I had upset her by wanting to talk when she had told me she didn’t want to talk. As I began to feel uncomfortable, I said, “You’re saying it’s my fault you can’t express your emotions responsibly like an adult?”
She said, “Yes!! It’s because you want to go off and take a vacation with your girlfriend!” Then she threw the contents of her glass in my face and smashed it against my bare chest.
The results are pictured here.
I stood there, with shattered glass at my feet, glass shards sticking in my skin, bleeding, for five minutes or so. I asked her to move so that I could leave. She waved the broken stem of the glass in the air and said, “Leave!! Who’s stopping you?”
I told her she was standing between me and the door. I felt threatened.
She laughed and said, “You’re 6 foot 3 and 250 pounds! You can’t feel threatened by me!”
I said, “You just broke a glass on my chest and cut me. You’re standing there with the stem in your hands. Yes. I feel threatened.
She said, “No, you don’t.”
I asked her to move out of the way and let me pass. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing her or threatening her.
She held her ground, waved the broken stem and shouted, “Go on! Leave! I’m not stopping you!”
After I asked her repeatedly, she finally moved a bit and I left, carefully stepping over the broken glass.
I have posted this here as evidence, and to help those who may think that size and gender make a difference when abuse is concerned. People who, like my estranged, think some have permission to feel threatened and some don’t.
Abusers come in all sizes and genders.
She and I went to a half dozen therapists over the years. At each initial session, every therapist took a look at me, then at her (5’4” 150 lbs.). Then he or she would gravely ask my wife, “Do you feel safe?”
None ever thought to ask me.
Thanks for listening.
Because this needs to be shared. Because abuse is wrong no matter what. Because this saddens my heart.
honestly, fuck tumblr. if this was a woman this would be the only thing on my dash.
with that being said, fuck people who think that women are the only ones that can be abused in a relationship. and fuck crazy women, as well.
Why does this have so few notes? If the man in this picture were actually a woman, this would have so many notes it’d be ridiculous. Everyone needs to see this. Everyone needs to see that abusers can be any shape or size, as if you need to see it to believe it.
And major kudos to this man for not using his size and weight when he very well could have. Kudos to you for being a decent human being, sir.
sickens me how few notes this has. Woman aren’t always these fragile lil creatures and if this post was by a woman, tumblr would be all over it.
This is bullshit. All these women complain about wanting equality, but most of them are sexist themselves. And then when things happen to men, “oh, it’s different because it’s a guy” no. Fuck that. No one deserves to be treated this way.