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October 11 2017

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angergirl:

AU CONTRAIRE

MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,


YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.

WHICH IS TRUE

MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED

the moral of this story is

1. Sit the way you want.

2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.

I dreamed that I made out with one of my female friends and omg it was kinda horrible o.O

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etudiegogh:

a yellow moodboard for world mental health day <3 

In August, I found this great job offer - it was kinda made for me. But they wanted someone who worked 80% and I am currently only able to work 70%. I wa sad because it would have been great to work there. 

Well, THAT JOB IS ‘FREE’ AGAIN AND I WILL TRY TO GET IT!!!!!!!

October 10 2017

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pigmenting:

sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.

basil tofu, carrots, eggplant, onions, garlic, selfmade sauce = love 

my mom and her husband are forced to stay in madrid tonight because these fuckers cancelled their flight. and their luggage (with all their important stuff, books and clothes i borrowed my mom and a special perfume she bought for me) is lost. 

this is stressing me the fuck out. i really hope that their stuff will be back soon!!!!! this happened to me in february and it’s driving me insane right now. i hope everything turns out alright. it’d be so fucking sad and also expensive to replace all these things 

Nobody is afraid of heights, they are afraid to fall.
 Nobody is afraid to say I love you, they are afraid of the answer.
nosoulwriter (via wnq-writers)

ursulaundressed:

Liebe Lissa,

ich möchte dir auf diesem Wege mitteilen, dass ich an dich denke. Ich bin zwar erst in den letzten Tagen auf dein privates Blog gestoßen, es hat mich jedoch sehr gefesselt und berührt. Wir haben viele Gemeinsamkeiten und ich glaube, wir sind uns auch als Menschen sehr ähnlich, sofern ich mir diese Aussage nur aufgrund deines Blogs erlauben kann.

Deine Tagebucheinträge und Postings erinnern mich stark an die Person, die ich vor einigen Jahren noch war. Ich bin ein bisschen melancholisch, wenn ich daran zurückdenke und wünschte, ich hätte dich irgendwie trösten können. 
Vielleicht liegt es daran, dass ich eine ganz ähnliche Geschichte durchlebt habe wie du, und dass die Gefühle und Sorgen aus der damaligen Zeit beim Lesen wieder hoch kamen. Wie beschissen es mir monatelang ging, die vielen schlaflosen Nächte, die Ungewissheit, die quälende Hoffnung, an die man sich klammert, die man nicht aufgeben kann und die einen gleichzeitig schier in den Wahnsinn treibt. Die Sehnsucht, die man selbst körperlich spürt wie eine tiefe Wunde… Und schließlich auch die Wut, erkennen zu müssen, sich so sehr in einem Menschen getäuscht zu haben, dass es einen fast zerreißt und man am eigenen Verstand zweifelt.

Ich kann deine Situation sehr gut nachempfinden und wollte dich wissen lassen, dass du mit deinen Gedanken nicht alleine bist. 
Sei dir sicher: Es ist trotz allem gut so. Du wirst die Geschichte zwar nie vergessen, nicht mal annähernd, und du empfindest jedes Mal einen bittersüßen Schmerz, wenn du daran denkst. Aber sie wird im Laufe der Zeit von so vielen neuen, schöneren Erlebnissen überdeckt, dass die negativen Gedanken daran seltener werden.

Gleichzeitig macht dich die Erfahrung stärker, selbstbewusster, erfahrener. Sei stolz auf deinen Mut, es gewagt zu haben, dich einem anderen Menschen vollkommen zu öffnen, auch wenn die Person oder der Zeitpunkt letztlich nicht der richtige war. Längst nicht jeder bringt diesen Mut auf.

Ich wünsche dir, dass du es schaffst, an deinen Erfahrungen zu wachsen, ohne dabei Türen zu verschließen, dass du deine Ziele erreichst und dass du Menschen in dein Leben lässt, die dir - auf welche Art auch immer - heilsam sind.

Alles erdenklich Gute, 
A.

It’s the sweetest letter I have ever gotten. I got it exactly one year ago. A. is a very special person to me. I fell in love with him and I was very happy. Sadly, things have changed. I am lucky that I have met someone like him, someone so understanding, caring, soft, lovely, playful, someone so amazing. I never thought that a man like him exists. I could write a lot of things but I’m already close to tears and I’m tired. I’m drowing in my feelings. I’m sad but as I said, I’m a lucky girl because I met someone like him. I miss him.
Everything started with (t)his letter to me.

siriusly-superwholocked-mcu:

quixylvre:

silver-rayn123:

mamoru:

lolodapsycho:

this-isnt-my-bra:

Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didn’t respond so she said it louder and he still didn’t respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said “I can’t understand you ma'am, you took my hearing aids.”

HOLY SHIT

one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.

my classmates went dead silent and after the sub’s laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me

I had a sub in English once, on presentation day. And everyone goes up and does their thing, and then its my turn. The whole time im stuttering and mixing up my words, having to stop and re-say my sentences. The rest of the class is used to this and claps. However, by the time its over, the teacher is 100% done.

Starts saying horrible thing about how im going to have to get over my ‘fear of public speaking’ and how she’s heard 8 year olds give better presentations (plus worse things but I don’t really member them). By then im in tears and on the brink of a panic attack, and then she starts telling me off for crying

The rest of the class is horrified. Then this boy stands up. He never been my friend and we never really got along, but he’d never bullied me. He told her in a pissed off, cold voice that in freshmen year I got a concussion and that I never really recovered from it, so all that was medical related and I couldn’t help it. Then he starts telling her off and the rest of the class joins him.  

The teacher is mortified and tries to cover her ass, but the whole class walked out and that boy took me by the shoulders and we all walked to the principles office and told him what had happened. Lets just say she isn’t teaching anymore.

Also, turns out that boy had a sister like me, who couldn’t really speak. We’ve been best friends for 8 years and i’ll be his best woman at his wedding next year. 

The moral is that Teachers, even subs, and adults shouldn’t scold kids before knowing the whole story, because shit like that can fuck up kids self-esteem for the rest of their life. 

When I was thirteen, I had to have spinal surgery. When my doctor said I was allowed to attend school again, he said I had to use a wheelchair when on school grounds. My first day back at school, my special-ed teacher had put up a banner in her classroom that read, “There is no elevator to success. You must take the stairs.” I asked what that meant regarding my wheelchair, and she gave me detention for “disrespecting her authority”. The next week she gave us a homework assignment to design a poster that could potentially be used as a Public Service Advertisement. On the due-date, I handed this in.

My special-ed teacher was fucking OUTRAGED. She wanted me expelled for ridiculing her authority in front of the other students. The principal proclaimed my work to be “a masterpiece of satirical genius” and vetoed the special-ed teacher’s attempt to expel me.

Reblogging this post yet again, this time for the masterpiece of satirical genius. Hope the teacher got in trouble.

spiritualsun:

partytilfajr:

“Opposites attract” should be reserved for like “she’s messy and he’s neat!” Not like “she’s supportive and he’s a soul-sucking toxic person!”

I have never reblogged anything so fast

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that-triangle-band:

reblog this and put in the tags every band/artist you have seen live (including openers)

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sorry not sorry

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labelledeneuve:

Catherine Deneuve

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deneuvesource:

Catherine Deneuve in The April Fools (1969)

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labelledeneuve:

Catherine Deneuve and David Bailey

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worstofchefkoch:

Guten Tacho! Schon drei Tage seit der letzten Fleischwurst auf Worst of Chefkoch? Geht natürlich gar nicht, aber Fleischwurst war nicht weg, Fleischwurst hat nur Anlauf genommen, um jetzt im Beiwagen von Tacho_Ronny mit über hundert Sachen in euer Leben zu brettern. Und mit Hochgeschwindigkeit geht es auch weiter. Schnell zubereitet, schnell in den Magen, Handbremse, Kehrtwende, schnell wieder hinaus. Das kann beliebig oft wiederholt werden, da sich dabei sowohl visuell, olfaktorisch als auch geschmacklich an der “ostdeutschen Carbonara” nichts verändert. Diese Pampe kann man höchstens mit einer Mauer quer durch die Speiseröhre dazu bewegen im Körper zu bleiben. Guten Hunger (Freundschaft, Sarah)!

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