soulsistrin

I tried to convince myself to go to yoga at 9am this morning but I can’t do it. I can’t exercise in the mornings. I still have half an hour to make it and I’m not going. 

dxphni:

gnarlywals:

corduroy-jackalope:

The brain is an organ. Mental illnesses are illnesses of that organ. Brain scans show that there is a physical difference between a healthy brain and a sick brain. Telling someone “You’re not really sick. It’s all in your head.” is like telling someone with asthma “It’s not real, it’s all in your lungs.” The brain is an organ that can malfunction as much as any other organ.

PLEASE READ THIS OVER AND OVER AND OVER

I was just trying to explain this to my mom. I hope she heard me

I woke up at 4am and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I read for 45 minutes until I felt I could sleep again.

Then at 5 Chris’s alarm went off so I woke up again. I read for another fifteen minutes and went back to sleep.

At 6 he came and kissed me goodbye so I woke up again for a bit. Checked my mail, read, fell back asleep.

At 7 the neighbour decided to sharpen his fucking cutlass downstairs outside my window so that woke me up again. Read, checked mail, fell asleep.

Finally awoke with at start at 8:30. Late start to my morning, grumpy, feel like shit.

Nobody give me a gun today.

millerflintstone:

I have about 8 bottles of conditioner that are about halfway full and two bottles of shampoo that are almost empty

I’ll trade you. I have five bottles of shampoo and one conditioner. I always run out of conditioner.

Me: So what did you get?
Chris: It’s a mix of a bunch of different ones,
Me: Including your beloved peanut punch I’m sure *sticks out tongue*
Chris: Taste it!
Me: *takes sip* *gags* Agh! It’s disgusting! It’s like liquid peanut butter! Blech!
Chris: It’s delicious!
Me: I’d rather drink semen.

My niece just started first grade.

First grade.

She was JUST born!

the4thgorgon:

shout out to the followers that aren’t porn bots

The other day I was having a conversation with Chris about my mother. And I put it out there into the universe, I asked how could I have a better relationship with her. Because I really want to be closer to her. And I came to the conclusion that I was already doing everything I could, and that a healthier relationship for us was largely dependent on her.

And then today something really unexpected happened. She called me (she’s in California) and we had a really long talk about all sorts of nonsense, nothing particularly deep or important. And then she did something incredibly generous and thoughtful and very fucking cool. And after I got off the phone with her I couldn’t help thinking that just maybe my request was somehow answered. And I’ve been doing this a lot lately and it’s been working, just putting it out there what I need. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but maybe the lesson is that I need to set intentions. Because up until now all I’ve done is fret and get stressed out and nothing happened. 

Anyway she made me really fucking happy today and I feel super grateful.

arabbara:

R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

furiousradfem:

they took the hair on our legs and decided it was a shameful, disgusting thing

they said nothing about their own leg hair

they took our genitals and decided it was an ugly, disgusting and shameful thing, only good enough for them to use for their pleasure

they praised their own genitals and drew them on every corner of this planet

they took our bodies and decided they have to be fragile, small and easy to objectify, or we aren’t worth as human beings anymore

they keep their human value no matter what they look like

they took our periods, neglecting they were all born from them, and decided they were gross and shameful thing, not even to be mentioned in their presence

all pain they have to go through is over-dramatized and talked about constantly

they took our clothes and made it uncomfortable, see through, impractical, revealing, objectifying

then they accused us of distracting them when we wear it, accused us of asking for unwanted touch and abuse when they feel entitled to our bodies

they set us up in a trap then laughed at us for suffering inside of it

they never intended to acknowledge our pain

what’s been done to us is “life”, according to them

what they do to each other is “our fault”, according to them

we’ve been used as scapegoats for their own faults

we’ve been used as toys for their pleasure and satisfaction

we’ve been used as trophies for them to show off their importance

it was enough

I had enough.

That “IT HAPPENS” post has been very triggering for me. I wish people would stop reblogging it. It’s too graphic.

The AC guy is here servicing the unit in the bedroom and I made the mistake of being in there with him and I forgot how much he likes to talk. I don’t mind if you talk and work but he stops working to talk. So I told him I was dying from the heat (I was) and went outside on the porch. Cause right now all I really want to do us go back in my cool bedroom and lay on my bed and if I let him he’ll stand around making conversation all afternoon.

Although I’ve worked with watercolours on and off over the years, and achieved some really good results, I am still not comfortable with them. It feels like every time I pick them up again I forget everything. They’re such an amazing and versatile medium. But they’ve been my Achilles heel as an artist. I just need to build up my confidence and stop feeling so damn scared.

My gf finally heard from Chris’s friend.

He said he was having issues with his phone.

I dunno what to think about that but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.

She’s having her birthday lime today so I hope he shows.

That reminds me I need to get started on her bread.

onlinecounsellingcollege:

1. Don’t take criticism personally. Instead, realize that criticism says more about them than it does about you.

2. Distinguish between facts and subjectivity. Most criticisms are just personal opinions. They are not objective and they don’t reflect the truth.

3. Look at the beliefs you hold about yourself. Do you feel defensive and under attack because you don’t believe in yourself?

4. Learn what you can from any comments that are made – and discard the rest as being useless information.

5. Decide not to ruminate on barbs or criticisms – as that will reinforce the faulty message in your brain.

6. Choose to spend more time with people who’re affirming – and minimise the time you spend with those who put you down.

7. Look for a role model who can handle criticism – and try to copy them, so you become more thick skinned, too.

Jeez I thought I had some decent brushes but mine are crap I just had to buy a bunch of new ones. Why did I have all those old shitty brushes lying around? Oh I remember. From back in my student days when I couldn’t afford decent ones.

I’m going to be disciplined and go to the gym today. We switched around our workout days cause Chris teaches on Wednesdays and Fridays this semester. But he’s at his bamboo workshop so I’m going alone. I deserve some ice cream when I get back.

I just bought a set of Dr Ph Martin’s Hydrus Watercolours online. They’re highly concentrated liquid watercolours and hella fucking expensive but I found this set of 0.5 oz bottles for a steal. I’ve been coveting them for fucking YEARS. I have a lot of their inks but inks have different properties from watercolours and although I have several sets of watercolours I’m frustrated with the constant need to keep mixing paints and then having to go over them repeatedly to create the vibrancy that I want. I’m so psyched man. I just thought I’d share that with y’all.

codenamedutchess:

kangamommy:

imyourdensitymcfly:

babyryanross:

the americans are asleep…. i’m gonna say it… channing tatum isnt that attractive

Me, though. I’ve always said this.

True true

90% of his face is on 10% of his face.

hahaha I’m glad somebody said it

Yesterday I got into a conversation on one of my business facebook groups with a fellow jewelry maker about effective social media use. And she started asking me a lot of questions, if I did my own metalsmithing, where did I learn etc. Then she asked where she could learn to do that here in Trinidad and I gave her the name of the school that does the two year jewelry course. 

At this point I was starting to get annoyed by all the questions. Mainly because, I think if you’re serious about your craft, and you want to further your learning, you can get online and look this shit up. And it makes me question why people get into jewelry making in the first place. Because a lot of what I see out there is the same stuff everyone else is doing. Simple beading and wire wrapped pieces that look the same as everyone else’s.

Now you don’t have to do metalsmithing to do jewelry. I’ve seen beautiful, amazingly unique and creative pieces that have never seen a torch. But if you don’t have the ability to be innovative, then what do you have to offer that the next person can’t? The market is already so saturated. If you think it’s an easy way to make money I’ve got news for you. It ain’t.

I was up late last night watching a Skillshare illustration tutorial video by the well know Japanese illustrator Yuko Shimizu (not to be confused with the creator of Hello Kitty).

I realise that I’ve been devouring their art classes and using them as my own private art school. I never got to go to art school and I always wonder how my life would have been different if I had.

My dad was an academic and for him, education was the only way for any of his children. I was the only artist in a family of academics. While my parents always encouraged my artistic leanings, my father in particular, did not see art as a viable means of making a living.

When it was time for me to apply for colleges I had to scrape up the courage to ask my father two things. The first was if I could defer college for a year. I was tired of school. I had lived in an isolated little bubble my whole life and I knew I didn’t know anything about life. I felt it would do me good to take some time off and get some exposure in the world. The second thing was to ask him if I could go to art school. I knew that art was my passion and I wanted to be immersed in it. I wanted a career in art, it was all I’d ever dreamt of.

He said no on both counts.

So I packed up my stuff after graduation and went to a regular four year college. I considered different majors and chose International Relations in the end largely because it was a field I knew well (my father’s). I liked it but I didn’t love it. In the meantime I took as many art classes I could on the side so I wouldn’t go crazy.

I have spent every moment of my life after college pursuing careers in the creative fields. I eventually settled on graphic design because it was something I could study here (after college) and something I really loved. But I think I would have loved to be an illustrator. I always loved to draw. 

I was angry for a long time that I did not get to fulfill my dreams. It sounds entitled I suppose. Maybe it is. And I know the choices my father made came from a good place. He didn’t know at that point in time that I could actually make a living as an artist. He wanted me to be financially secure. It’s not like we had the internet there to tell us what the possibilities were in 1992. But it was still a hard pill to swallow when it was the only thing I wanted to do in life.

I still dream of going to art school one day. It’ll likely never happen. But I just love the idea of being engulfed in it day after day, being taught, learning, practicing, being among other artists. 

Maybe in an alternate reality I did get to go to art school. Maybe I made something of myself. Maybe I ended up here again. I’ll never know. We all have dreams that didn’t come true. This one will likely forever be mine. 

emilyjunklegacy:

emilyjunklegacy:

okay so i think i’ve told you guys this before but my coworker is a lesbian ex nun and for some reason i never asked how she met her wife but today is one of my last days so i asked her and holy shit you guys it’s like a fanfic they met in the convent and decided to escape together im screaming 

okay sorry for the wait we were gushing about our fun home tickets like gay nerds but okay so they were ROOMMATES IN THE CONVENT!! what kind of fanfic shit… but anyway so it’s like a dorm room and a curtain is down the middle that separates the roommates from each other. and also i guess in the convent once you’re in your room you’re not allowed to talk? so they would pass each other notes under the curtain and like when lights-out happened at night and the head nun lady went to bed they would sit at the curtain with a spiral notebook and have conversations by just passing the notebook back and forth. so they did this for a few months but they were miserable in the convent and decided that enough is enough so they ran away together and my coworker’s now-wife like left first and then my coworker waited a day and snuck out and they met up at the closest gas station and then a month later they moved in together and they’ve been together ever since like 22 years and honestly if there is a better example of ‘it gets better’ idk what it is 

I found out today that one of my friends, cyclist Adam Duggleby, was a pilot for the paralympics in cycling and that they won a gold medal for Great Britain! I had no idea he was involved in the paralympics, I’m so proud of him. Well done Adam!

kalamazu:

trinilikesalt:

Here’s a thing that pops into my head sometimes: do they ever regret it? 

The ‘it’ refers to the NexactlySFW images I’ve shot of people, and the ‘they’ the subjects of those images. I think about this every so often – a little more so recently, as I shut down and am currently (when I find time) revamping my photography website. I recently archived a bunch of older images – and it got me thinking. Do any of these women now wish they hadn’t? 

I’ve always treated the experience with (I think) a lot of respect. I’ve tried to, anyway. It’s not an easy thing to shed clothes, and I like to think I’ve done right by those I’ve photographed. Both during, and after.  I’d like to think some compelling images were created, and that everyone who ever put themselves in that position of vulnerability still feel okay about it.  People change, though. Maybe there are some who regret it. Maybe some feel uneasy about it, now. 

I hope that any and everyone I’ve ever photographed feels that I’ve done right by them. But if that’s shifted, for any reason, I hope they’d let me know. I’d rather delete everything I’ve ever shot than have anyone regret shooting with me.

Nope. Not ever.

I have liked myself more since we started doing photo shoots. Granted, our first nude shoot corresponded with completing my first marathon, so the confidence probably started there, but It’s who I am now.

I was a painfully, awkwardly shy teenager. I would never have worn a bathing suit in public, let alone traipse around a public beach at sunrise in the nude. For several years, I never strayed from my jeans-and-a-tee-shirt, hair-in-a-ponytail uniform. I wanted to blend into the scenery. Avoid being noticed at all cost. I didn’t like myself. Not my body, not my personality.

And now, I’ll show those photos to anyone who wants to see. My family and all of my coworkers know that I am naked on the internet. I am goddamn proud of how I look in those photos. 

I went to the beach yesterday with a friend whose body has housed two children. She was self conscious about wearing a two piece bathing suit, and I am not. She asked me where my confidence came from, and I said, “This bathing suit is significantly more than I wear at photo shoots.”

So anyway. No regret. None.

I feel the same. I have absolutely no regrets.

Posing naked was one of the most liberating, most empowering experiences I’ve ever had. I can’t say that it necessarily made me more confident in my body, but it helped me see myself differently. It helped me to be more accepting of myself. I saw my own beauty through your eyes Gary, and that was incredible. The feedback on the photos was also a wonderful boost. 

I’m so glad I did that photo shoot. It was a wonderful experience, climbing up in the bamboo, just you, me and nature. I’d like to do another one eventually. 

cutiequeercris:

karadin:

A majority of millennial men failed to see women as equals, according to the study, which looked at how college biology students viewed their classmates’ intelligence and achievements, the Harvard Business Review reported.

Among the findings:

• In every biology class surveyed, a man was seen as the most celebrated student, even in instances where women earned significantly better grades.
• Men were also found to overestimate the intelligence of their male classmates over that of female ones.
• Men continued exaggerating their assessments of the male peers, despite unequivocal evidence that their female peers were performing better.
• Women, conversely, weren’t found to display a bias: Their assessments of fellow classmates tended to be spot-on.

The National Institutes of Health researchers pointed out that female STEM (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics) majors drop out at significantly higher rates than their male counterparts.

“The reasons for this difference are complex, and one possible contributing factor is the social environment women experience in the classroom,” they wrote.

Still, scores of men are under the impression that they’ve become the target of reverse sexism. Conservative columnist John Hawkins ranted in Town Hall last year:

“Men have it rougher in America than most people realize. In part, that’s because they’re one of the few groups (along with white people, conservatives, and Christians) it’s cool to crap on at every opportunity. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a nonstop assault on masculinity in America.”

But research has confirmed the reality of gender bias against women. A staggering 90 percent of women reported experiencing gender harassment in the workplace, a 2010 University of Michigan study found. The results suggest that such harassment had the purpose of driving women out of jobs and not the generally assumed motivation of trying to draw women into relationships.

“One could argue that, in these instances, ‘sexual harassment is used both to police and discipline the gender outlaw: the woman who dares to do a man’s job is made to pay,’” the researchers wrote, quoting an article by Katherine M. Franke, an associate professor of law at the University of Arizona College of Law.

As for millennial men specifically, they have been less accepting of female leaders than their older male counterparts, according to a 2014 survey of more than 2,000 adults residing in the United States, the Harvard Business Review reports.

Half of Millenial men said their careers would take priority over their partners’. 

Three-fourths of women, on the other hand, said their careers would be at least as important as their husbands’.

oh look its the shit women have been saying all the damn time and antifeminists stamp their feet and cry about

splitsun replied to your post “I bought an underwire sports bra several weeks ago (mainly because it…”

I buy all my bras on Cacique.com + I was THRILLED to find underwire sports bras in F cup. They cost between $40-60.

*sigh* NOW I remember why I don’t buy bras there. They carry my cup size but not my band size. The bands start at 38 and I’m a 36. Grrr

splitsun replied to your post “I bought an underwire sports bra several weeks ago (mainly because it…”

I did the same as well – wearing sports bra over my regular bra. Underwire Sports Bras are magical + wonderful and should have been made available years ago.

They are! I have a ton of them and I’m throwing them all away. I checked out Cacique, they have some really nice bras and the prices are good! Thanks for reminding me of them I’d forgotten 😀

Chris went to a bamboo construction workshop today (well the first part of it anyway he has tomorrow and Sunday too). We have a lot of bamboo in our land and we want to use it to build some structures.

I asked him what the rest of the group was like. He said white people. Some local, lots of foreigners too. I guess a bunch of hippies. Made me laugh.

bumblemama replied to your post “I bought an underwire sports bra several weeks ago (mainly because it…”

What kind is it?

It was called Le Mystere Underwire Sports Bra, I got it at sierratradingpost.com

stop asking me shit you can look up on the internet

At the gym last night this girl in the aerobics class left her phone on the bike I was using and no lie it rang repeatedly for the entire 15 minutes left in the class. First one person kept calling over and over again, then another, then another, and at first I was kind of annoyed. Then I thought maybe something bad had happened and they were trying to get in touch with her. Then I debated asking whose phone it was. Then I thought I’d feel stupid if her friends or family were just the kind of people who just kept ringing when they couldn’t get on to people. Then I was worried she’d collect her phone and get mad at me for not telling her the whole world was frantically trying to get in touch with her. Then I imagined myself trying to keep my composure as I told her it was not my responsibility. Then I realised I was stressing myself the fuck out and decided to concentrate on my ebook and leave her fucking phone alone. So that’s what I did and when she collected the phone she was very sweet and apologized for leaving it there. Crisis averted.

I bought an underwire sports bra several weeks ago (mainly because it was on sale) and I’ve realised it is like the BEST. THING. EVER. All my sports bras in the past had to be worn with another bra underneath because they did not provide adequate support. It’s really nice to just slip this one on and go. I hand wash it after every use and it’s ready for my next workout. And I don’t have to get my regular bras dirty and that’s a plus. I’m looking for another one to alternate that doesn’t cost $75. So far no luck but I can wait.

daisyscars:

Respect girls who are virgins respect girls who suck 7 dicks at a time respect girls who don’t like dick respect girls who have dicks