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Anonymous asked:

I had an erotic dream about you last night.

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64bitwar:

spiritual-euphoria:

64bitwar:

*nightmare

I had episodic bouts of sleep paralysis all night and dreamt I was running from a lion that started eating my foot because I couldn’t climb the fence all the way because dream logic, then I woke up and realized my foot was outside of the covers. That’s why the monster got muh foot. Never got over that idea I guess. I don’t know what that is in terms of evolution, covers seem useless against predators but some deep part of your soul still thinks it’s safety.

I’m pretty sure whatever led up to that event had to be erotic though. You don’t just send lions at people.

Ignoring the creepy ask, I was interested in your theory why we feel safe under blankets.  I couldn’t find anything in my university’s database, and I couldn’t find any credible scientific sources to clarify why this is.  It seems as though it might be something to do with warmth?

I don’t know because even when I’m pretty warm I still need it for comfort or I can’t sleep. But I think it’s a factor. I think pressure has to do with it. Just the presence of it on top is comforting.

Maybe it’s just some psychological thing etched in the brain from trauma in childhood of actually believing in monsters and tooth fairies and shit that just creeps into your room while you’re sleeping. Maybe the “monsters gonna get ya” is more of a cultural thing than evolutionary, even if it’s across different cultures, like it has to do with how a population tends to be raised.

For instance, needing a blanket might have to do with being swaddled as a baby with the warmth and pressure, not to mention the warmth and pressure in the womb. Kind of makes sense that it would be something infantile. Some combination of all of that, but that still doesn’t explain the seemingly irrational response to feel vulnerable to attack because of a mere lack of blankie.

What’s so irrational about knowing that my blankie has magical monster repelling properties?

amtrak-to-hell:

sheep-girl:

teenage girls actually have to go through a lot of bullshit and the fact that it’s considered cool to make fun of them for being upset or emotional is kind of gross

EVERYONE has to go through a lot of bullshit, and EVERYONE gets…

Yeah, that’s the key right there. You’re drawing from your own experience and projecting it on to the rest of the world. Bottom line, anybody could take a hundred stories from teenage boys or a hundred stories from teenage girls and use those stories to illustrate how their point of view on this subject, or any other subject, is the correct one. The reality is that human beings are assholes, especially when they’re teenagers. Learning to cope with and defeat assholes is a necessary life skill, and it isn’t gonna be learned by telling teenage girls that they have it rougher than everybody else just because they’re teenage girls.

sheep-girl:

teenage girls actually have to go through a lot of bullshit and the fact that it’s considered cool to make fun of them for being upset or emotional is kind of gross

EVERYONE has to go through a lot of bullshit, and EVERYONE gets made fun of at some level for the bullshit they go through. It’s human nature to make yourself feel better by concentrating on and criticizing other people’s problems. That’s a human condition that, in my opinion, we should be working to alleviate. But don’t single out “teenage girls” as if they are the only ones who have to deal with the negative side of this particular phenomenon, because they’re not, and frankly it’s fairly misogynistic and certainly pandering to suggest that they are.

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"I Support Traditional Marriage"

You ever notice how, whenever somebody says the above 4 words in that sequence, that 99% of the time the very next thing to come out of their mouths is gonna be mind-numbingly stupid?

64bitwar:

I don’t understand everyone’s problem with Thor being a woman now. If new orphan Annie is black, why not? Mr. T can be a slender white dude who doesn’t pity fools. Shit, let’s get Jennifer Lawrence to be the new prophet Muhammad.

Jennifer Lawrence is an extremely homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist cis scum rapist because I once read a comment that she made in a magazine interview and even though the context was completely lost on me, I found it very problematic. I would appreciate you not mentioning her name anymore, thanks. It triggers me.

plebcomics:

just a quick comic for the streamand also because tumblr is full of stupid assholes
plebcomics:

just a quick comic for the streamand also because tumblr is full of stupid assholes

plebcomics:

just a quick comic for the stream

and also because tumblr is full of stupid assholes

“If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you wont give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy. Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for. — Bob Marley”

 

This isn’t entirely true, actually. I’ve known at least a couple of girls who were both “easy” and entirely amazing. I’m not sure, but I think Bob Marley was high a lot of the times when he said things that people like to quote. Of course, I’m high right now myself so I’m not judging, just making an observation.

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“We have to get over the idea that you have a right to not be offended.”
— Penn Jillette (via whittneydoll)

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pawsthomasanderson:

Disgraceful photo of recreational hunter happily posing next to a Triceratops he just slaughtered. Please share so the world can name and shame this despicable man.

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Really, though? What if you’re a serial killer or a racist or a pedophile or a rapist or a sociopath? Should you still just be who you are because it feels good and people should love you no matter what?

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congalineofdurin:

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eisforedna:

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry

SIGNAL BOOST

STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

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theoldfortuneteller:

don’t you hate it when someone tells a really offensive joke and they just accuse you of taking life too seriously or not having a sense of humour? fuck that

Op, you are quite literally what’s wrong with the world. Fuck that? Fuck you.

“He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?”
— That doesn’t sound sick at all. Sounds like a good woman who knows her place to me. 

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