potterbird:

Daniel Radcliffe + filmography. (inspired by x and anyone who ever made them)

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So I’ve had this song on my mind for a while now since seeing a friend of mine come into work late from spending her afternoon in the police station after her boyfriend and the father of two of her children hit her. 

Now I find out that another close friend is going through the same thing and I have to look up the song again having not heard it since I was a preteen when my mom played it for me after a friend of hers came to stay with us to get away from her abusive husband. She told me then that there is no reason any woman should ever have to feel this way, and to know that I no matter what age I am or what the conditions I’d always have a place to run if I needed it. 

Now, I’m hard headed, stubborn and don’t believe in running from my problems. I take the head on, even if it’s hard and maybe painful. Thank god though, this is one situation that I’ve never had to experience. My boyfriend of nearly a year now has never and I don’t believe would ever, and I think the Lord for him every day. 

This makes four powerful and strong women that I’ve met in my life time who have had to go through or are going through this. I applaud them for their strength to know when to get out. I pray for the rest of those who didn’t get out of situations like this in time.

I’ll never understand how a man can think that this is okay. Any abuse, emotional, physical, mental, or sexual is wrong and cruel in a way that I can put it into words. I’m tired of seeing and hearing of these situations and the trauma that the victims of these situations have to go through.

Its time to show your support for these women (and men as well) who have been victimized by the ones who are supposed to love them most. Share this. Favorite it. Be the open door for them to run to when they need it. Be the shoulder to cry on and the kind listening ear. It’s time to let the abusers of the world know that we’re not going to sit here and take it anymore. 

My thoughts for the day. 
Forever Love, 
Dagana

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Up for sale. 

Take a look. 

Handcrafted, however you want it. 

Forever Love, 
Dagana

thebodyloveblog:

WARNING: Picture might be considered obscene because subject is not thin. And we all know that only skinny people can show their stomachs and celebrate themselves. Well I’m not going to stand for that. This is my body. Not yours. MINE. Meaning the choices I make about it, are none of your fucking business. Meaning my size, IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
If my big belly and fat arms and stretch marks and thick thighs offend you, then that’s okay. I’m not going to hide my body and my being to benefit your delicate sensitivities.
This picture is for the strange man at my nanny’s church who told me my belly was too big when I was five.
This picture is for my horseback riding trainer telling me I was too fat when I was nine.
This picture is for the girl from summer camp who told me I’d be really pretty if I just lost a few pounds
This picture is for all the fucking stupid advertising agents who are selling us cream to get rid of our stretch marks, a perfectly normal thing most people have (I got mine during puberty)
This picture is for the boy at the party who told me I looked like a beached whale.
This picture is for Emily from middle school, who bullied me incessantly, made mocking videos about me, sent me nasty emails, and called me “lard”. She made me feel like I didn’t deserve to exist. Just because I happened to be bigger than her. I was 12. And she continued to bully me via social media into high school.
MOST OF ALL, this picture is for me. For the girl who hated her body so much she took extreme measures to try to change it. Who cried for hours over the fact she would never be thin. Who was teased and tormented and hurt just for being who she was.
I’m so over that.
THIS IS MY BODY, DEAL WITH IT.
and FUCK YOU ALL who tried to degrade my being and sense of self with your hurtful comments and actions. 
GUESS WHAT IT DIDN’T WORK HAHAHAHAH
xoxoxoxoxoox

thebodyloveblog:

WARNING: Picture might be considered obscene because subject is not thin. And we all know that only skinny people can show their stomachs and celebrate themselves. Well I’m not going to stand for that. This is my body. Not yours. MINE. Meaning the choices I make about it, are none of your fucking business. Meaning my size, IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.

If my big belly and fat arms and stretch marks and thick thighs offend you, then that’s okay. I’m not going to hide my body and my being to benefit your delicate sensitivities.

This picture is for the strange man at my nanny’s church who told me my belly was too big when I was five.

This picture is for my horseback riding trainer telling me I was too fat when I was nine.

This picture is for the girl from summer camp who told me I’d be really pretty if I just lost a few pounds

This picture is for all the fucking stupid advertising agents who are selling us cream to get rid of our stretch marks, a perfectly normal thing most people have (I got mine during puberty)

This picture is for the boy at the party who told me I looked like a beached whale.

This picture is for Emily from middle school, who bullied me incessantly, made mocking videos about me, sent me nasty emails, and called me “lard”. She made me feel like I didn’t deserve to exist. Just because I happened to be bigger than her. I was 12. And she continued to bully me via social media into high school.

MOST OF ALL, this picture is for me. For the girl who hated her body so much she took extreme measures to try to change it. Who cried for hours over the fact she would never be thin. Who was teased and tormented and hurt just for being who she was.

I’m so over that.

THIS IS MY BODY, DEAL WITH IT.

and FUCK YOU ALL who tried to degrade my being and sense of self with your hurtful comments and actions.

GUESS WHAT IT DIDN’T WORK HAHAHAHAH

xoxoxoxoxoox

theedgeofsanity725:

Thank you. There are no more words. Only tears. I feel like I just watched the Tardis leave for the last time. *sniffs*

Reblogging Old Memories

Yup! Saddly

nekoyasu98:

trans-fusion:

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uncomfortablechair:

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fullmetal-dipshit:

the-nicest-asshole:

UK grading system
75-100 A+
70-74 A
64-69 A-
60-63 B+
55-59 B
50-54 B-
46-49 C+
43-45 C
38-42 C-
35-37 D
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Time to move to the UK

Dude I would kill for that grading scale

wait, so what  is it in america then?

100 A+

95 A

90 A-

86-89 B+

85 B

80 B-

76-79 C+

75 C

70 C-

65-69 D

Anything below that is an F

is that real??

yup

Yup.

YUP

YUP.

YUP.

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stammsternenstaub:

theY MADE THE SAME fACE

stammsternenstaub:

theY MADE THE SAME fACE

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