“We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets!”—C. JoyBell C. (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Deciding at 10pm that I want a cheese and vegemite toasted sandwich and there not being a single reason why I can’t have it.
Doesn’t matter than only a quarter of my kitchen is unpacked, doesn’t matter it’s 10pm and that’s a bit late to be moving a bunch of heavy objects around to get to what I need, and I *won’t* be disturbing anyone or waking anyone up.
I have had a massive couple of days on the Moving House Train.
I arrived on Monday to fun that Mum hadn’t packed up properly and it was so bad I called a bunch of mates to help me move things last night, today was the same but just myself and a mate.
Right now I have the house all but free of her things and the kitchen has been scrubbed. I’m slowly unpacking my kitchen and discovering what I do and don’t have (tin openers, useful things).
Darcy didn’t take the move well. He wet himself, made the most unholy noises and then chucked a spectacular toddler tantrum. He was thrashing around all four feet in the air, scrabbling at the carrier, biting the door to try and open it. Poor guy. He is in the bathroom for the next few days and is very unsure about the whole thing. I’ve tried to put some things he knows around him so he can be comfortable. He hasn’t eaten and is not happy about the entire situation.
Currently I’m hanging out in the bathroom with him to try and let him know I’m around. I’m hanging out for bed and only have a few tasks left for the day. Yesterday was the first time I slept since the increase in dose of one of my meds and it was amazing. Pain and exhaustion are through the roof, as expected though.
“The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.”—Neil deGrasse Tyson (via findinghealthyhappiness)
Eating healthy sounds simple enough, but a good support system needs to be in place. Education about nutrition, replacing food, budgeting for sometimes pricier selections, and most importantly, having the people you live with be actively conscious of your new lifestyle, especially when it’s not a choice, but an actual important issue of health and well-being.
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, 'I am falling to the floor crying,' but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”—Richard Siken (via wordsnquotes)
I’m so exhausted that my feet are actually really sore.
I’ve made a list of everything that has to be moved in every room and the only place I really still have to pack is a couple of boxes in my bedroom and the housemates stuff off my bookshelves
I have massive amounts of cleaning but a, I’m going to have to do it again in the old house once I’ve actually moved this weekend and b, the new house has me cleaning around my mother and I’d really rather just wait until she is gone tonight to start it.
So basically I think I’ve talked myself into a lay down seeing as sleep is so far beyond me right now. Ugh, sooooooo much to do, but I just can’t get motivated right now.
a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)
In the 1930s, men’s nipples were just as provocative, shameful and taboo as women’s are now, and men were protesting in much the same way. In 1930, four men went topless to Coney Island and were arrested. In 1935, a flash mob of topless men descended upon Atlantic City, 42 of whom were arrested. Men fought and they were heard, changing not only laws but social consciousness. And by 1936, men’s bare chests were accepted as the norm.
So why is it that 80 years later women can’t seem to achieve the same for their chests? Why can’t a mother proudly breastfeed her child in public without feeling sexualized? why is a 17-year-old girl being asked to leave her own prom because a group of fathers find her too provocative?
[…] I am not trying to argue for mandatory toplessness, or even bralessness. What I am arguing for is a woman’s right to choose how she represents her body — and to make that choice based on personal desire and not a fear of how people will react to her or how society will judge her. No woman should be made to feel ashamed of her body.
”—Scout Willis, in XOJane, on Instagram’s nudity policy and why she recently strolled the NYC streets topless. Solid essay all around. I found this piece particularly interesting because I’d never heard about the men’s nipples thing. (via batmansymbol)
A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.