a group of zebras is called a dazzle.
if that doesn’t brighten your day, i don’t know what will.
how the fuck is that supposed to pay my bills?
Reblogging because I want all of my followers to be aware of just how much you can do in Photoshop, and how little of what you see on posters, in magazines and of pictures on the internet etc. are necessarily real.
Imagine how the model feels, too. She was hired to be the most beautiful, but they still had to change her because her beauty wasn’t enough.
Not only is the general body distortion completely gross, but notice that they lighten her skin color. This is a white, blonde model, and they make her whiter. Actual white people aren’t even the ideal whiteness, so can you even imagine what models with dark skin have to endure in this industry?
so for all you girls that ask “Why can’t I look like the girls in magazines” it’s because the girls in magazines don’t even look like the girls in magazines.
ROJO WHAT THE SHIT
OKAY. OKAY. WHAT THE UNHOLY HELL. OH GOD I’M SO MAD. HANG ON LOOK, KEEP READING THIS AND I PROMISE I’LL BE MORE CALM.
In 2012, a 17-year-old boy named T.J. Lane killed three fellow classmates in a school shooting, and was sentenced to life in jail. But wait, that’s not the worst part. This kid pulled a few nasty stunts to really show how much of a pathetic monstrosity he is. In the courtroom during his trial, he took off his more formal clothing to reveal a white undershirt with the word “KILLER” crudely written on it. He was smiling and laughing while the case progressed through the day. And to top it off, when he was finally sentenced [to life in prison], he turned to the families of the victims he killed, and said, “This hand that pulled the trigger that killed your sons now masturbates to the memory. F—- all of you,” before flicking them off. As if this sick waste of human life couldn’t get any more disgusting.
AND NOW, FOR THE DAMN KICKER: This vile animal has somehow managed to fucking escape prison with a fellow inmate, and is currently on the run. I urge any and all of you to spread this info around and be fully aware of the tragedy this vermin has caused. He must be found and apprehended as soon as possible, and if I’ve made anyone more aware, I’ve helped this cause.
I WANT HIM OFF THE STREETS AND AWAY FROM EVERY OTHER HUMAN BEING. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW INFURIATED I AM. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY OBSCENE LANGUAGE BUT I’M PISSED OFF AT THE AMERICAN JUSTICE SYSTEM AND THIS IS ONLY ANOTHER NAIL IN THE COFFIN.
he still breathing meanwhile Mike Brown is dead.
New legs aren’t so easy to walk on for this adorable french bulldog!
The game has changed.
all the side hoes mad now
I thought they put big stencils down and spray painted over them! This blows my mind!
I’m so impressed… holy shit…
Dascha Polanco attends the Rolando Santana Fashion Show at NYFW
im gonna pass out
it’s pornstache without his pornstache and cornrows without her cornrows
evlebb said: You say you didnt think it was real abuse, can you touch on that subject and explain what abuse happened other than physical abuse. I think it would help women who dont already know, understand that hitting isnt the only form of abuse
TW: abuse, self harm, domestic violence, drug use
Well it was only in the first two months of our relationship that I started seeing a new therapist and first brought up my concerns to her. I started seeing a therapist because I’d relapsed with self harm, not because of our relationship problems, yet I remember that 90% of our sessions were spent talking about his and my fights. I’ve always had pretty heated arguments in relationships, I’m a particularly emotional person, but our fights were like 0 to 60. The moment I brought up anything I was upset about, he’d be defensive, angry, struggling for ways to blame me for what he did. When that wasn’t getting the response he wanted, he’d scream and cry about how I never cared about him, how I’d just used him that entire time, that I’m heartless and a sociopath. He’d bring up memories he knew were painful for me, things I’d shared only with him, to describe how alone and worthless I’d feel if I left him, like I ‘left everyone else’. When that just made me want him to leave, he’d throw himself into walls or onto the ground and sob about how much pain he was in, how I was the only reason he was staying sober, how he’d kill himself if I made him leave. At that point I’d usually threaten to call his parents so they could 5150 him and he would quickly remind me that he ‘just *felt* like killing himself, but wouldn’t actually do so’. Even still, he threatened suicide on multiple occasions, going so far once as to force me to pull him back from my balcony with all of my body weight. He even cut his wrists the first time I’d ever gone a full night of being able to keep him away from my apartment. I noticed I had 2 voicemails a few hours after I’d forced him to leave, the first was very emotional and begging me to help him come stop the bleeding, the second was him telling me that since I hadn’t helped him, he called a mutual ex-friend of ours who harassed me for months (which he knew about) to help. He later told me all of the cruel things this friend had to say about me, how angry she was that I had ‘done this to him’, after I’d simply asked him never to self harm again or he couldn’t remain in my life. I felt he was self harming because he knew I self harmed, which was true in a more sinister way than I thought then, and that became more apparent when he would attempt to cut himself in front of me to manipulate me into staying with him.
My therapist told me that he was just reaching out to me, that he needed my help and I was better suited than anyone to do it. She also questioned if my mental illness was why he acted that way towards me, and encouraged me not to tell people about my illness at all. They both convinced me that him living with his parents and not with me would make his life worse and that I was doing the right thing sticking it out. Even his parents thanked me for ‘taking care of their son’. A friend I really look up to told me that he’d been in my boyfriend’s position before and that he could sympathize, so I should try to as well. My bf/abuser had been my friend since I was 14 and I cared about him a lot as a person, so it took me a year to finally become so numb to my life that things escalated. I wasn’t arguing with him anymore, I barely talked to him at all. He didn’t feel me trying to solve our problems anymore, because I wasn’t, I was extremely depressed, and his behavior escalated with his fear of me ending things for good. That was when things turned violent, when he screamed sex work related slurs in my face while punching and choking me, when I found out he’d made 4 spare keys to my apt after he ran out ashamed of himself and I tried to lock him out. I was disassociated during the entire thing, didn’t feel any pain at all, and I remember laughing at him when he was calling me a whore. I thought at one point that he was going to kill me and kind of just accepted it because I was disassociated. He had recently relapsed in heavy drug use, for which he blamed me, and I wasn’t so certain where he’d stop himself. Which, finally, was my shining beacon of Never Talk To/See Him Again No Matter What It Takes, and I pretty much did that. Told his mom what happened so she’d keep him away from me (she wanted us to break up because she knew what was going on between us), blocked his numbers, changed my locks, and have been slowly building myself back up ever since. Of course he tried to get in contact with me in many ways and using many methods of manipulation, but I just acted as if I had never seen/read his attempts.
I went through it all because I cared about him enough for him to convince me that he only acted the way he did because of me, that I’d changed him, that I was obligated to fix him. He convinced me he’d turn back to drugs and kill himself, one way or another, if I ever officially ended things. I denied the abuse because I wanted to believe he was just in pain and needed my help. BUT the denial is over, I’ve accepted everything that happened, and I’m happy being right where I am now. I will never again sacrifice my safety and my mental health for someone else, and I’ve realized that helping the people I love doesn’t involve allowing them to continuously hurt me.
every time i read shit like this, i become more of a misanthrope.
It shouldn’t though, honestly. He went to rehab and is still sober, I’ve seen him once since and it was pleasantly uneventful, he has apologized to me and admitted he was abusive, and none of this absolves him, but it helps! I’ve personally forgiven him, for his and my sake, despite choosing not to have him in my life anymore. I’m not saying everyone needs to forgive their abuser, especially if they continue to deny their abuse, I just feel that in my situation I could empathize with him even after, and we’re both much happier now. He deserves to move on with his life so long as he never treats anyone like that again, in my opinion. Our relationship was one of the hardest years of my life, and I’ll be working through what happened emotionally for some time, but I don’t and will never hate him. I wrote this to share less often represented forms of abuse, to inspire people in similar situations to see their worth, but I just hope it doesn’t instead alienate us more from human beings. In my heart of hearts I believe that empathy is essential to real change, but I can’t force how others feel.