In almost all of my dreams lately I’ve been saving families. Not just any families but families that are being beaten by their drunk father. I honestly have no idea what is going on. They say that things like this can relate to your own life… I can’t seem to find much on it. My boyfriend would never hit me, it’s been discussed. My father has never hit my mother nor any of his daughters. My father is not a drunk man… So I don’t understand? Am I scared that I’m going to end up with a man who beats my kids but I’m too scared to leave? I don’t think I’d ever be in a situation like that. If my future husband even raises his hand at me, I’d like to think I’d leave automatically. And then there’s a second recurring theme in my dreams.. And it’s spirits that are chasing after me or that live in my aunts house and there’s just so many haunting things about this same house that I’m learning more and more about as time goes by and I don’t understand my connection with this house that I’ve been dreaming about since I was like 5 years old but it’s haunted and all of my aunts and cousins are scared of going upstairs to Diannas room and I don’t know why but when I go in there I feel a sudden shadow swallowing me and I can’t move and I’m stuck and I just wanna get out but all I can do is back up slowly and I don’t know what this all means can someone please tell me.


I don’t think I could ever date a good actor like he could tell me he loves me and I’d be like nah you said it much more convincingly to kate winslet try again

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its really important for men to stand up to other men who say terrible and sexist shit

because sexist men dont listen to what women have to say

literally the most important thing men can do if they want to call themselves feminist allies 

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pi day fun facts: i memorized 434 digits of pi in the sixth grade to beat a kid who claimed he knew 500 just bc he was an asshole

he knew six

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dogs deserve to live forever

And humans don’t?

absolutely not

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"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

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basically my life can be summed up in alternating periods of Linda Belcher’s “Alriiiiight!” and Bob Belcher’s “Oh my god”

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