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eight screencaps of katherine’s boobs — requested by whathappened-katherinehappened

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I'm eating a salad right now and my body feels like it's becoming whole again.

Maybe it's the avocado, but this is the most spiritual experience I've had in a long time.

like, seriously

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vegan pizza is a lot like lesbian sex in the respect that a lot of people are like BUT HOW IS IT GOOD IT’S MISSING THE MOST IMPORTANT THING

but vegans and lesbians

will know that isn’t true at all

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self-deception

by Gillian Lambert

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I've realized something.

I went into my drafts and looked at one of my previous text posts that I never published.

It was saying something akin to what I'm feeling now, when my mother has unknowingly tried to snuff out my dream/hope/wish/desire to be an actor. 

I was talking about how alone I felt, and how I had no one to talk to, and how I didn't know what I really wanted to do any more.

That's how I've been feeling again, 5 months later.

I'm about to go to a new school, and I'm going to have to take out a lot of student loans to do it, which is very scary, because going to school for theatre is a fucking risk in itself, and putting myself in debt for it, when I don't know what kinds of jobs I'll be able to get when I graduate is terrifying.

Not having anyone to talk to about this, or get real advice from shut me down. It made me suicidal again. I was thinking of, just, waiting for the courage to kill myself. Last night part of me was hoping that the apocalypse would happen, just so I'd have some excitement, and dying wouldn't have been so bad either, because "why live when you don't like your life?"

I know that what changed all those thoughts for me, last time, was getting into my acting class and trying to accomplish my goal of getting better, when I did, at least, in part. I think that's all I can ask for from one semester at a technical college.

I'm trying to rekindle my hope for that dream, so I don't end up being so heartbroken, and so I don't feel this soul-wrenching pain all the time. I know you're not supposed to feel depressed, and want to die, so I'm going to do what I have to do to stop me from wanting to do that. If that puts me in debt, and makes me crash and burn later,... nahh I really don't think that will happen, but I'll do it anyway.

At least I'll have made it this far, even if my life ends up in shit.

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The more light you allow within you, the brighter the world you live in will be.

Shakti Gawain   (via considerthishippie)

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Shortest day, Longest night, Peace to All this Solstice We Welcome the Light! (Credit: Winter’s Dream by Amanda Clark)

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But the point, the point, is that whenever I hear someone talking about how it’s wrong to have sex and sexiness in YA novels, what I actually hear is this: I’m terrified that the first fictional sex a teenage girl encounters might leave her feeling good about herself. I’m terrified that fictional sex might actually make teenage girls think sex can be fun and good, that reading about girls who say no and boys who listen when they say it might give them the confidence to say no, too ��� or worse still, to realise that boys who don’t listen to ‘no’ aren’t worth it. I’m terrified that YA novels might teach teenage girls the distinction between assault and consensual sex, and give them the courage to speak out about the former while actively seeking the latter. I’m terrified that teenage girls might think seriously about the circumstances under which they might say yes to sex; that they might think about contraception before they need it, and touch themselves in bed at night while fantasising about generous, interesting, beautiful lovers who treat them with consideration and respect. I’m terrified of a generation of teenage girls who aren’t shy or squeamish about asking for cunnilingus when they want it, or about loving more than one person at once, and who don’t feel shame about their arousal. I’m terrified that teenage girls might take control of their sexuality and, in so doing, take that control of them and their bodies away from me.

Foz Meadows - Why YA sex scenes matter (via apfelgranate)

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