parenting tip: talk to your kids about mental illness. tell them they might have a hard time. tell them they can ask for therapy and medication. tell them they aren’t alone. tell them if your family has a history of mental illnesses and which ones. just fucking talk to your kids and be there for them.

Croatoan Virus Outbreak: August 1st, 2014


It’s begun.



*whispers* Mulan, Merida, and Rapunzel didn’t have men saving them

*regular voice* Lilo and Nani’s sisterly love for each other was a big point in their movie

*slightly aggravated voice* Enchanted questioned marrying a man you hardly know



If you’re poor, the only way you’re likely to injure someone is the old traditional way: artisanal violence, we could call it – by hands, by knife, by club, or maybe modern hands-on violence, by gun or by car.

But if you’re tremendously wealthy, you can practice industrial-scale violence without any manual labor on your own part. You can, say, build a sweatshop factory that will collapse in Bangladesh and kill more people than any hands-on mass murderer ever did, or you can calculate risk and benefit about putting poisons or unsafe machines into the world, as manufacturers do every day. If you’re the leader of a country, you can declare war and kill by the hundreds of thousands or millions. And the nuclear superpowers – the US and Russia – still hold the option of destroying quite a lot of life on Earth.

So do the carbon barons. But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

"We go on the swingsets and talk about Harry Potter. We share a pot of chai, and you tell me about your family. I listen to all your stories about the sisters and the birthday traditions and the hiking trips. I notice how fast you talk when you’re excited, how you blush, how your eyes light up. When we’ve finished our tea, I say, ‘Today was nice, we should do it again.’
What I really wanted to say was, ‘You’re quite possibly the coolest person I’ve ever met.’
You pick me up on the beach and hold me up high so I feel weightless. You draw images in the sand and make me guess, like Pictionary. We run on bare feet through the water and talk about mermaids. On the journey back home I share my favourite song with you; me wearing the right ear bud and you wearing the left so we can listen simultaneously. I say, ‘Thanks for inviting me today.’
What I really want to say is, ‘You don’t know how amazing you are.’
You bought me chai as a goodbye present, and I fabricated a Hogwarts letter for you. You say, ‘If we ever live in the same city again, we should share an apartment and adopt lots of cats togeher.’ I laugh and say, ‘See you around.’
What I really should have said is, ‘It kills me to know that we never will.’"
Things we don’t say (via fantomina-writing)
"When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release."
Lana Del Rey (via etrewild)



omg apparently artificial banana flavoring is based on the gros michel banana which was wiped out by a banana plague in the 50s and the banana we eat today is a totally different thing called the cavendish and thats why banana candy doesnt taste like bananas do you know how lied to i feel. like there was a fucking banana apocalypse and no one told me about it until now


"Israel launched a 7-hour campaign of intensive bombing of Gaza on Tuesday, destroying its only power plant. Gaza can no longer generate its own electricity. Without electricity, the water purification plants cannot operate and the drinking water ends up being mixed with sewage or salt water. Without electricity, patients on life support in the hospitals just die, even if Israel does not bomb the hospital, as it has in some instances."
"I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
“CATS,” he said eventually. “CATS ARE NICE."
Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett (via minniewheat)