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The 31 Realest Tumblr Posts About Being A Women

*stands up*

*salutes*

*applauds forever*

This is on point. Gotta try the racist comment out.

(via amandaalis)

Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

Wunderkammer: Did You Know

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Love this. Its so tempting to do this

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tactical-facepalm:

How old is Spongebob?http://tactical-facepalm.tumblr.com/

Always wondered this

tactical-facepalm:

How old is Spongebob?

http://tactical-facepalm.tumblr.com/

Always wondered this

tastefullyoffensive:

Notes from Management [ardentleprechaun]

Roflcopter

This would be so amazing

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hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

Whenever life throws you hardballs, don’t think irrationally

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

Whenever life throws you hardballs, don’t think irrationally

listoflifehacks:

If you like this list of life hacks, follow ListOfLifeHacks for more like it!

These are amazing

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My other half is taking out the trash and its smelly -____-
…..at least he takes care of the trash and recycling. He’s a good hubby

scissor-happy:

Feeling inspired by this lovely hair artist @rainbowrage I just found. Any takers? 😉


This is amazing. Im in love

scissor-happy:

Feeling inspired by this lovely hair artist @rainbowrage I just found. Any takers? 😉

This is amazing. Im in love

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timothydelaghetto:

larvitarse:

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okhaley:

127-lbs:

the-jackals:

tedbre:

thejamesboyle:

caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

Always reblog because perfection.

I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

This is sacred

I will fucking deck you

Whoooaaaa going through this on my phone was sweeeet

Nice!

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Drunk tumblring

So now that i have friends/family/coworkers on facebook i CANNOT freely post. I don’t neex them knowing my shenanigans. Tumblr however……i will def post about my drunk shenanigans. Stay thirsty my friends. Brought to you by tequila….

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I have often thought about why I haven’t just dropped dead. Isn’t it possible to die from a broken heart? It was shock that numbed me enough to face Aidan’s funeral and the empty weeks and months that followed. But slowly, the reality of my new life began to sink in. And I have often wondered what has kept me from staying curled up in a ball and has made me get out of bed and face each new day through the heartache. To put it brutally, what is it that has kept me from wanting to die? For what reason am I still living, still breathing, still standing?

Simply, it’s because of my son. My beautiful, brave little boy. Aidan helped me to understand the depth and the enormity of love. He showed me how to be brave, even when things are uncertain and you are almost petrified with fear. He taught me about the true value of friends and family who gather you up in love when your world has ended and about the reality of people who disappear when the going gets rough. His strength and courage has inspired me, and made me realise that I am stronger than I ever knew I was, stronger than I wish I had reason to be.

I have days where I wake up and desperately want to crawl back under the duvet and ignore the world. But instead, I put one foot in front of the other and slowly make it through each day. Because I have a son. I can’t see him, or touch him, but he is in every single step I take. And I want to make him as proud of me as I am of him.

Helen Chhokar (via theprimroseproject)
hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here