e-slut:

things! not! to! say! to! asexuals!:

  • ‘aren’t you just asexual becuase no one likes you?’
  • ‘asexuality isn’t even real’
  • ‘you’ll grow out of it’
  • ‘well do you masturbate?’
  • anything of or pertaining to amoebas
  • ‘so does that mean you’re gonna die alone then?’
  • ‘you don’t dress like an asexual’
wyte-one-thousand:

pleiadian-princess:

radagastlovesyou:


you-are-another-me:


There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.


This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.


THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

Reblog for eternity.

wyte-one-thousand:

pleiadian-princess:

radagastlovesyou:

you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.


And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

Reblog for eternity.

ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE SHITS

dreamwurks:

hacheload:

rosenkristall:

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Marina: Writes songs about over-sexualisation of women in the media
Marina: Writes songs about personal struggles with obsessive compulsive behaviour
Marina: Writes songs about materialism
Marina: Writes songs about how fear of failure, and how that fear can destroy you
Marina: Writes songs about the pressure of fame and the media, and the toll that can take on a person
Marina: Writes songs about adolescent struggles, and, unlike some, doesn't dismiss the feelings of teenagers to be less valid
Marina: Writes songs about the corruption of Hollywood
Marina: Writes songs about the negative side of love
Marina: Writes one song about being a primadonna, which is based on a fictional character that is a complete antithesis to everything she believes in.
Marina: Writes one song about being a heartbreaker, which again, was based on the same fictional character. This song was accompanied by a video which completely reversed traditional 'gender roles' in the majority of music videos today, which also, whether incidentally or not, highlighted how furious people will become over the sexualisation of men, while turning a complete blind eye to the sexualisation of women.
People: Marina's songs are so shallow! All she sings about is being a primadonna and a heartbreaker and ugh she has no lyrical depth why do people even like her
edm-life-or-die:

Walk into the library like whatup i got a weird cock

edm-life-or-die:

Walk into the library like whatup i got a weird cock

403,999 plays!

lucifer-the-morning-star:

theunbecomingofashadowhunter:

bassmastiff:

amanda-the-human:

can-town-mayor:

radstunts:

THIS

TOOK ME OFF GUARD
OMG 

I’M CRYING

IT SCARED ME SO BAD HOLY FUCK

NO SLEEPING TONIGHT

NOPE

Instead of Fear I experienced unadulterated joy and jubilation and laughter. 

Me and my brother are kneeled over laughing

OMFG THIS ALMOST MADE ME CRY

toni-tan:

It’s good to see that you dont have to stop posting stuff like this when you get famous