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“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”

— Joseph Campbell (via quotemadness)

the mcu is the “the curtains are just blue” of cinematic experiences

'women in stem' what about women in their twenties trying to function like a normal adult and failing at it

True. 😭

The most dangerous game is resting your eyes after you turned off the alarm clock in the morning

PETA

you guys remember when PETA stole people pets off their porches and euthanized them?

you guys remember how it came out that PETA kills about 90% of the animals it takes in, including healthy and adoptable puppies and kittens, stating “ We could become a no-kill shelter immediately. It means we wouldn’t do as much work”?

you guys remember when PETA advocated killing all pit bulls for the crime of being pit bulls?

you guys remember when PETA handed out these comics to children when there were no adults looking?

you guys remember when they made a porn site and then filled it with videos of animal abuse, and (also in that link) claimed cats should be vegetarian?

you guys remember when PETA lied about sheep shearing, got caught, and defended the lie as true even after they admitted the sheep in their picture wasn’t even real?

you guys remember when they tried to excuse their horrifying ways by claiming that the person who exposed them was manipulating the facts by taking them and putting them in the wrong context?

Because I remember. I remember everything. 

And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too. 

Late Night Panic

I'm laying here. Waiting the inevitable. I've failed myself once more. What happened to those dreams? They seem far away now, practically unreachable. How'd I let myself fall so far from where I wanted to be. I don't know...please help me.

“The Rain” ~ by Jacqueline Acuña

This is a poem dedicated to my nana, who recently passed. Where ever you may find yourself, I hope you know that I love and miss you. I hope you like this poem. There will be a version in Spanish as well, titled “La Lluvia.” 

“The Rain” : 

The rain greeted us at the beginning of the end. She guided us through the road ahead— A slippery muddy road, filled with rocks, with dips and bumps. A commonly traveled road. A road filled with pain. A road that leads everyone to the same, unfortunate ending. And just like she came, she left. Unexpectedly. She left us soaked in tears of sadness, of joy. But the rain brought us together, united us. And together we wept her departure. We wept because without her there was a drought in our hearts that will never be resolved. The clouds shall gather too, for the rest of time and cry for her memory. The water dripping from the sky will not be filled with her presence. The water not being able to relieve the ache of the rain’s disappearance. And even though we don’t want to learn to live with the ache and the drought we will have to do it. We only have her memory to satisfy our thirst of wanting to see her, of wanting to be surrounded by her presence. We only have her memory of the coolness running down our skin, washing away our worries and our pain. For her, we became rain—crying droplets to try to cleanse ourselves of the ache of losing her. 

We became rain, to remember her.

controversial writing tip

open a document and start writing

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

Thomas Moore (via psych2go)