WHEN YOU MENTION THING X I HAVE ATTACKS AN OHMYGOD ALWAYS PUT TRIGGERS WARNINGS AND~*
Look. Trigger warnings can be incredibly useful, but they are not always appropriate.
If you want your blog/website to be a safe place for all, trigger warnings are a great idea.
However, not all spaces should be “safe” — e.g., some spaces are designed to put us into contact with harsh, vile, reprehensible, or otherwise difficult things. Spaces like art certain art galleries and blogs; spaces like universities and the big wide cold unfeeling outside world.
It is good for us to have safe places, adorned with trigger warnings.
It is also good for us to have unsafe places, with no warnings at all.
Those of us who are triggered need to have safe places to which we can retreat, but we also need to force ourselves — with the help of loved ones, therapists, what have you — into the wide, unsafe world. Else, we never reclaim our spaces there.
I am a man with intense mental illness, I benefit a lot from trigger warnings. I also benefit from spaces without those warnings.
Had every space bowed to my triggers, I would still be afraid to leave my bed, two years removed from the worst of my panic.
Because part of overcoming my panic was learning to reintegrate and deal with a world that didn’t give a shit about my panic.
What I’m saying is: safe spaces are necessary, but they are also lies we tell ourselves to momentarily reject the unfeeling truths of the world.
Erect and maintain safe spaces, but also learn to navigate the unsafe ones.
(Note: this only refers to safe spaces re: triggers that will not irreparably harm the triggered; triggers that will irreparably harm the triggered are an entirely different matter, one which requires psychological, legal, or medical intervention)
Cut the cords
we’ve no more room today
no more rooms
they’re gone, I say
Goodbye, push back
your hello—pull a thread
on the word farewell
tightly along your lips
let that sink in
like the ship at sea
now one with the swell
now alive and well
against rocks, against fish
sand and salt spray
like that in our skin
the ship settles in
to a home of washed light
and I, its captain,
have gone and made
some tea from seaweed.
And within our shells
we toast with the water
we breathe, and dance
as the tide would do.
It’s worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.
GET THIS GUY TO DISNEY WORLD DAMN IT
I want you to go man!
if this was a white girl this would have had the notes 3 weeks ago
People are sending him racist messages telling him it’s not gonna happen and he doesn’t belong in Disney World over this post. So we’re gonna reblog it even more.
If you reblog this. Each one of you will get this in your SUBMIT BOX
Not just a john though.
YOU WILL GET A HOMESTUCK CHARACTER THAT YOUR BLOG REMINDS ME OF. So that can literally be anyone from homestuck. Its up to me. since its my opinion.
So you will need your submit box OPEN Or else i can NOT get it to you.
I doubt this will get any reblogs. Thats why i think i can do every single one of you who reblogs this.
This is the story of how I died. AKA Sebastian Stan smells REALLY NICE.
While I was on the photo-op line, and the couple in front of me were talking to the volunteer staff, the girl was saying how Sebastian was really great in photo-ops, and that he goes along with your request to the most extent he can possibly give.
I wanted to test this out, but I still wanted to get a hug from him. So, I had a plan.
Once it was my turn, I came up to Sebastian, said hi to him (in such awe tho omg), and asked him “can we take an ‘exaggerated’ hug?”. He made a little quick cute frown, trying to think what exactly what I mean, but it took him just two seconds and then smiled at me.
I thought maybe he wouldn’t do it, so I was just gonna go for the hug, when he FUCKING HELD ME CLOSE TO HIS CHEST, MY FACE JUST BY HIS COLLARBONE. I blanked out for a second or two, just staring at how close I was. My face was practically buried down. LEMME TELL YOU. HE SMELLED REALLY NICE. Then I remembered I’M TAKING A PICTURE WAIT SEBASTIAN. I even felt that he had his hand on my head too, so I had to push my head out just so I could see the camera guy! I couldn’t stop laughing right after the picture was taken. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT FACE HE MADE, SO WHEN I GOT THIS PICTURE AT THE TABLE, I BURST OUT LAUGHING.
I SWEAR THIS MAN.
wait for the lyrics.
Fudge. It’s catchy.
(Source: equitav, via )
when one of your friends is sad just go to their house and do this