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uglysoulsbeautifulbodies:

DO NOT DISMISS A SOMETHING A CHILD IS PROUD OF. LOOK AT IT. POINT SOMETHING OUT AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE IT. IF A CHILD DRAWS YOU A RAINBOW, TELL THEM YOU LOVE HOW IT HAS RED. THEY WILL THINK “WOW. IT DOES HAVE RED. THEY LOVE HOW I PUT RED IN IT. I PUT RED IN IT. AND THEY NOTICED.” MAKE SURE YOUR CHILD KNOWS YOU ARE PROUD OF THEM.

(via wickedglade)

cacatuasulphureacitrinocristata:

caskett-copop83:

This is like the cutest thing ever. It’s from the gif-set I reblogged.

Taking its first steps, and after successfully doing so, the chick goes “Yay!”

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It’s so freaking cute.

IT’S SO CUTE. I. I CAN’T.

(via popofpunk)

clockworkpain:

The only thing I truly want is for Jace and Tessa to have a talk. I think Jace deserves to know how wonderful his family is and that he’s not the ONLY Herondale.

yeah exactly

tobaccoes:

Sometimes you stop talking to someone because you keep telling yourself that if they wanted to talk to you, they would.

(via bellatrixare4kids)

conclusivelyelusive:

powerrprincess:

i go through periods of 

“i’m so fucking cool and awesome and hot. I would date me” 

followed by 

“i’m so fucking ugly why do people talk to me i’m such a loser” 

followed by 

“LIFE IS AWESOME LOOK A BIRD. SO PRETTY. EARTH IS BEAUTIFULLLL!!” 

followed by 

“oh my god everyone is so fucked up i hate people and want to die.”

All before 9am

(via deadprefection)

Hey guys I wrote a story and I woukd looove if you would read it and reblog if you like it :) thank you!

Life After The Fall

It’s a new day. Things have changed. The Normals killed themselves off. We’re all that’s left. The”freaks.” The “crazy.” The “insane.” The broken. But we prefer to rid ourselves of the old titles. That’s why we were separated in the first place.

We were different. But not the “it’s good to be different” kind of different. No. To them we needed help. We deserved to be ridiculed. We were dangerous. We weren’t good enough to be Normal. With one word, they could lock us away for life.

Who are we? Where were we sent? We went to the asylums. We were the one’s that were too “broken” for civil society. We are the Survivors. We are the ones that sought release and love in the “wrong” places. What? You didn’t think so many of us were so…Normal? Oh sweetie, first rule to being a Survivor, you know how to wear a mask and hide your feelings.

Today is the day that we remember the past wrongs. We remember the Survivors that didn’t make it to see the light. We pity the Normals. Today is the day that we swear to make this age better than the last. 

All of us are alike. Sure, we might have different illnesses, but in this world, we focus on what makes us the same, not different. 

Our council members are depressed. Our teachers are schizophrenic. Our lawyers are bipolar. Our business owners self-harm. 

There are no more asylums. 

The rules here are those of respect. You respect everybody for who they are. For what they can control and what is beyond that. You accept people for their unique ability to better your life.

Our “problems” didn’t go away. We’re still “crazy” and “broken.” But we’re looked at differently. We wear our scars with pride. Our ideas are considered. Our fears and anxieties are not discounted. Cuts are battle wounds. Shifting personalities are individuals. 

It’s a whole new world. There are no more labels. There’s only acceptance. There is no more discriminating against and ignoring someone because they are “different.” There is no more Suicide Prevention Day. We recognize that everyday is the day to save a life and a friend. 

The Normals called us sick. But it was them. Them and they’re sick labels. If you weren’t cool or you didn’t dress right, you were nobody. Or even worse, you were one of us. 

This is not a world of smiles. Nor is it a world of hate. This is a world where it’s okay to be you. This is a world of understanding and acceptance.

Maybe it was a good thing that they locked us all away. Because life after The Fall is where we belong.

fat-sweatpants-and-chocolate:

adventuresonpaper:

booktown:

adventuresonpaper:

booktown:

HOW DO PEOPLE READ WITH THE SLEEVE ON THE HARD COVER BOOK?! i JUST CAN’T

IDK I JUST FEEL WEIRD WHEN ITS NOT ON

I JUST FEEL SO MUCH MORE RELAXED WHEN THE BOOK’S NOT WEARING CLOTHES TO IMPRESS ME. JUST THE HARD BOOK IN MY HANDS

THIS JUST GOT SEXUAL REALLY QUICKLY 

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(via firstjumperonfire)

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