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1. Do not date a boy who does not care what your favourite song is. The boy who does not care what melodies ignite your heart strings with love and wonder while staring at passing street lights on the last train home, will not care if it’s 2 a.m. and your heart is breaking.
2. Do not let anyone fold you up like last winters tattered scarf and put you away with the others in a neatly labeled box. Even when there’s thunder and the sky is crying, you are your mum’s favourite summer dress. You are to wear yourself like you believe it.
3. We are all stories. Write yours how you want. Make today’s chapter about purposely taking the wrong bus and discovering a tiny blue tea shop, or folding origami paper hearts over and over on your window sill. Just make sure it’s something you’d enjoy reading.
4. I will always try to save you.
5. Someday you will be 19 and lost and heartbroken and you will think about a place you’ve seen on TV or heard or read about in a book or seen a picture of. You will feel your heart drop into your stomach. Go there. For a day, a month, forever, but it’s important that you go.
6. The world is so beautiful. Do not let the slumped over homeless man outside the convenience store or the stories of guns and bombs on the television let you believe otherwise. We are all so lost. All of us. We all show it in different ways. I write bad poems. Others start wars. There is no inherent evil, only good people searching too hard.
7. I love everything about you.
8. Money turns people into liars and emotional ghosts. School grades are an inaccurate representation of you. Measure your life’s worth in how many times you’ve nearly lost your life to laughter, how many books you’ve closed with happy tears in your eyes, people whose lives you’ve brought joy to, marshmallows eaten, or countries visited.
9. Don’t ever let anyone tell you to stop crying. Cry if you want to. It’s okay. You’re allowed.
10. My best friend once told me that the most important decision he had ever made was to love everyone and everything. He’s the only person I’ve ever known to have a viewable aura of light around him. Don’t forget to love this world, to love people. Be light. You are already mine.
 10 things I will tell my daughter - Julia LaValley

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Girls are trained to say, ‘I wrote this, but it’s probably really stupid.’ Well, no, you wouldn’t write a novel if you thought it was really stupid. Men are much more comfortable going, ‘I wrote this book because I have a unique perspective that the world needs to hear.’ Girls are taught from the age of seven that if you get a compliment, you don’t go, ‘Thank you’, you go, ‘No, you’re insane.’

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Why I love her and why you should too.

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alexofeddis:

thescienceoffandom:

Here are some basics on herd immunity, and here is some more technical research if you’re interested in the details! 

If you’ve ever heard my rants about vaccination, you know it’s a major topic with me. Because hey, I’m one of these immunosuppressed people this comic talks about, so it’s a bit of a sensitive subject. (“Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t like getting vaccinated? I don’t like having three month long respiratory infections because you gave me the freaking flu, but I guess you don’t care about that”)

Essentially, Ellen and her wonderful character Katherine have just said it better than I ever could—and using Shaun of the Dead references, too!!! It’s all about herd immunity—getting vaccinated isn’t just about your own health, it’s about the health—and non-zombification—of the entire human race.

SO REBLOG THIS!! LIKE THIS!!! SPREAD IT LIKE WILDFIRE!!!!!


alisonchoi:

"When things go wrong, you ask yourself, ‘how can there be a good God?’ I think the conclusion I come to is that both faith and doubt are equally logical choices in the face of tragedy. Faith is to say, ‘yes the future will have pain, but there is a meaning and a purpose deeper than that pain.’ For me, that is my choice. To believe rather than doubt.

- Jon Foreman


katsaridaphobia

even though i’ve always known that cockroaches freak me out, i only realized today that i actually have a phobia of them. i saw one in the sink and i tried to spray it with a jet of water, but to no avail. it continued to withstand the stream and scuttled mightily away. thankfully, my sink is pretty deep, so i had many opportunities to spray it downwards. i called out to my mom to kill it, but she was preoccupied with something else. as the cockroach refused to be swept away, i grew increasingly frantic and i started sobbing. 

by the time my mom came, i had already killed it, but i was still crying and choking with fear. as the offending cockroach was no longer in sight, i gradually calmed down. 

even though we keep our house clean, we’ve had a cockroach infestation for a while now. they’re not everywhere - generally only in the kitchen -, but they pop up with an alarming frequency when i least expect it. i might open a drawer or a cabinet and i’ll see one creeping along an edge. other insects don’t faze me, for the most part; i barely react to them, and i wouldn’t be too perturbed if i had to brush one out of my hair. cockroaches, on the other hand, trigger intense emotions of loathing and block out rational thought. 

thankfully, i haven’t seen any in my room ever, but i don’t know why they’d restrict themselves to only one area of our house. why do we even have cockroaches? is this just a new york thing? i read an SHSAT passage on cockroaches last year and i now have disgusting facts about cockroaches seared into my memory. i know that they can live without food or water for months, and that a pregnant cockroach can spawn a truly horrifying number of progeny. i don’t want to think about how many live here with me. 

i generally just try to pretend that they don’t exist until one appears to threaten that illusion, but i can comfortably settle back into denial after i dispose of it. i do dream of living in a cockroach-free home one day, though. 

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