Close-Up (1990) dir. Abbas Kiarostami
There is NO reason to treat any person with any less humanity than any other person. Ebony gives me hope. Bless that woman.
y’all make sure you date someone that cares about your mental health pls
it’s fall i’m not listening to anything besides this for the next 3 months
Right-wing media and the Trump administration have repeatedly defended white supremacists and neo-Nazis.
Barack Obama’s response: “We’re supposed to stand up to discrimination. And we’re sure as heck supposed to stand up clearly and unequivocally to Nazi sympathizers. How hard can that be, saying that Nazis are bad?”
Nazis are bad.
Crocs
Crocs just went out of business soooo what are the other options
In addition to being a much more practical use of Segway tech, this thing also looks as nifty as a wheelchair ought to. Most of them look like they were designed by the Soviet Bureau of Things That Are No Fucking Fun.
This is SUCH a good invention!
Oh my goddess I love it
Though I should ask my wheelchair peeps what they think of it
Adam Rippon reacts to his SP || 2018 US Nationals
Teach boys about periods
My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.
When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).
I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.
My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.
My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.
When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.
Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.
Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.
HIT REBLOG PLEASE
(via ifthenightcouldtalk)
“When I die, my money’s not gonna come with me. My movies will live on for people to judge what I was as a person. I just want to stay curious.” —Heath Ledger (April 4, 1979 - January 22, 2008)
It’s 2009 and I’m 14 and I’m crying not really sure where I am but I’m holding the hand of my best friend Sam in the waiting room of a Planned Parenthood. The air is sterile and clean, and the walls are that not gray, but green and the lights are so bright they could burn a hole through the seam of my jeans. My phone is buzzing in the pocket, my mom is asking me if I remembered my keys ‘cause she’s closing the door and she needs to lock it. But I can’t tell my mom where I’ve gone. I can’t tell anyone at all. You see, my best friend Sam was raped by a man that we knew 'cause he worked in the after-school program and he held her down with her textbook beside her, and he covered her mouth and he came inside her. So now I’m with Sam, at the place with a plan, waiting for the results of a medical exam and she’s praying she doesn’t need an abortion, she couldn’t afford it and her parents would, like, totally kill her. It’s 2002 and my family just moved and the only people I know are my mom’s friends, too, and her son. He’s got a case of Matchbox cars and he says that he’ll teach me to play the guitar if I just keep quiet and the stairwell beside apartment 1245 will haunt me in my sleep for as long as I am alive and I’m too young to know why it aches in my thighs, but I must lie, I must lie. It’s 2012 and I’m dating a guy and I sleep in his bed and I just learned how to drive and he’s older than me and he drinks whiskey neat and he’s paying for everything. This adult thing is not cheap. We’ve been fighting a lot, almost 10 times a week and he wants to have sex, and I just want to sleep, he says I can’t say no to him this much I owe to him. He buys my dinner, so I have to blow him, he’s taken to forcing me down on my knees and I’m confused 'cause he’s hurting me while he says please and he’s only a man, and these things he just needs. He’s my boyfriend, so why am I filled with unease? It’s 2017 and I live like a queen and I’ve followed damn near every one of my dreams. I’m invincible and I’m so f***ing naïve. I believe I’m protected 'cause I live on a screen nobody would dare act that way around me. I’ve earned my protection, eternally clean until a man that I trust gets his hands in my pants but I don’t want none of that, I just wanted to dance and I wake up the next morning like I’m in a trance and there’s blood. Is that my blood? Hold on a minute you see I’ve worked every day since I was 18. I’ve toured everywhere from Japan to Mar-a-Lago, I even went on stage that night in Chicago, when I was having a miscarriage. I mean, I pied the piper, I put on a diaper and sang out my spleen to a room full of teens. What do you mean this happened to me? You can’t put your hands on me. You don’t know what my body has been through. I’m supposed to be safe now, I earned it. It’s 2018 and I’ve realized nobody is safe, long as she is alive and every friend that I know has a story like mine and the world tells me we should take it as a compliment but then heroes like Ashley and Simone and Gabby, McKayla and Gaga, Rosario, Aly. Remind me This is the beginning, It is not the finale and that’s why we’re here and that’s why we rally. It’s Olympians and a medical resident and not one f***ing word from the man who is President. It’s about closed doors and secrets and legs and stilettos from the Hollywood hills to the projects in ghettos. When babies are ripped from the arms of teen mothers and child brides cry globally under the covers who don’t have a voice on the magazine covers. They tell us take cover but we are not free until all of us are free. So love your neighbor, please treat her kindly ask her story and then shut up and listen. Black, Asian, poor, wealthy, trans, cis, Muslim, Christian. Listen, listen and then yell at the top of your lungs be a voice for all those who have prisoner tongues for the people who had to grow up way too young. There is work to be done. There are songs to be sung. Lord knows there’s a war to be won.
I don’t think writers realize that “strong female character” means “well written female character” and not just “female character who punches stuff and shoots stuff”
this is too real though
Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)
This ^^