"You don't have to feel safe to be unafraid"
I'm a 19 year old American male
I like anime, video games, and hanging with my insanely single friends
You can talk to me about anything. You can rant, cry, spill whatever secrets you feel weigh you down, or you can just tell me why Pinky Pie is best pony or whatever, I will listen
I'm Southern Baptist and I will not judge you. God tells me not to and I'm obliged to listen to Him
Always up to listen to you :)
There’s thousands of notes on posts about how unfair it is that there isn’t a wonder woman movie and now that its been officially announced nobody is talking about it?
Like Can I get at least a hell yeah?
the general public is a truly amazing category of human beings
Viola Davis talks about the childhood hunger problem in the U.S. at Variety’s annual Power of Women luncheon. (x)
And it never goes away. It never, never goes away.
I grew up with immense food uncertainty. I did all these things, and I did most of them with two much smaller sisters. I resented them for getting to eat before I did when I was nine and they were two and three, because I was old enough to understand hunger, and they weren’t. I hated my mother for years because we never had anything to eat, and it took until well into my adulthood to realize that she had hated herself, too.
I start asking people what they want to do about dinner starting around nine in the morning when at a convention or other vacation spot. I need to know. Even if the plan is just “oh, food court” or “oh, we have those leftovers,” I need someone who is not me, someone who is less wrecked over their relationship with food, to promise me that I am still allowed to eat.
It never goes away.
Childhood hunger is never satiated.
I have never been in straits quite that dire, but…there was an odd stretch of my childhood when we had very limited food. My mother was very depressed and working unspeakably long hours. Sometimes when she came home, it was easier just to let her sleep than to nag her about food. When I had exhausted cooking everything I knew how to cook (it wasn’t much) I wouldn’t eat. (I imagine she didn’t either.) We had very little money for groceries anyway. There was food in the pantry, since it was my grandmother’s house, and she’d stocked it, but it was like twenty bottles of bulk bbq sauce and expired cans of crushed tomato and stuff. I didn’t know how to turn that into food. Possibly there was no way. Some nights—this was back when you could get tacos for 39 cents at Taco Bell—we would take a dollar and eat and then she would go back to sleep.
The nadir of this came during one summer, when I didn’t have school lunches to fall back on, and so I would frequently go a day or two without eating. I didn’t really feel like I was being starved, because it was a thing I was choosing to do, to help out. I think I believed on some level that if I bothered my mother, she would find a way to fix it, I just didn’t want to bother her because she was so tired.
We got food stamps a little while after that, and it was…I can’t really explain what that was like. We couldn’t believe we were being allowed to have this much food and that it was okay. Mom cried a bit, I think. That whole summer was like we were in this weird little bubble and it wasn’t as good as other people’s bubbles, but it was suddenly so much better in there.
Anyway, TL;DR, anybody who says food stamps are for lazy people, you can unfollow me now and kindly fuck yourself on the way out.
video game: *autosaves at a weird/out of place/oddly random time*
me: uh oh
video game: *conveniently gives you lots of health kits and ammo*
video game: *suddenly goes uncharacteristically silent*
video game: *protagonist relives happy memories nearly the end of the game*
me: here it comes
the wwf’s living planet report 2014, which discovered that we’ve lost half of all the world’s wildlife in the past fourty years, showed more specifically that the population of common dormice dropped by 43 percent between 1993 and 2010.
not only are dormice vulnerable to habitat loss, but they’re hesitant to cross open fields, and the grubbing out of hedgerows in recent decades has removed the wildlife corridors between woods that has allowed the dormice to move more freely to new habitat.
dormice have very specialized diets of berries and nuts, and with less habitat they are unable to seek out enough food to fatten up before their six month hibernation (which was featured in these two posts).
sponsored ads are fine like yeah whatever but forcing horror movie ads on people who are fucking afraid of horror movies is not fucking cool please stop this immediately
friendly reminder that it is okay to like music that ‘doesn’t fit your image’
friendly reminder that it is okay to like a band that you discovered through another band
friendly reminder that it is okay to like a more unknown artist
friendly reminder that mUSIC IS MEANT TO BE SHARED AND ENJOYED AND IF YOU TAKE THAT AWAY FROM SOMEONE YOU NEED TO SIT IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE PRIORITIES
In French, you don’t say “hello”, you say “bonjour”. I love that. That’s a totally different word. French people are fucking idiots.
Of course it’s a different word, it’s a different language AND a different culture. What would you expect? American people are fucking morons.
KNOW YOUR ENEMY, FUCKTRUCK