Sometimes I look back at my life, and think about all the people who said they would always be there. Then I look at this year and see who has actually stuck around. I am both blessed by the people who have followed through with their word, but I am also deeply saddened by the people who have left. It’s hard feeling all of these endless contradictions at once.

136/365 days of gratitude

Today I am grateful for random strangers who take the time to give me compliments.

prongsmydeer:

Can you imagine Harry trying to parent his children and tell them they need to settle down but then James Sirius just pulls out his edition of Harry James Potter: A History and goes, “When you were my age you followed an alleged mass murderer into a tunnel, faced a werewolf and nearly got killed by dementors. I think I can go to The Bent-Winged Snitches concert.” 

eightyprovinces:

3liza:

glittercrypt:

causeallidoisdance:

piecesofamoonchyld:

Recently Kaige told us he wishes he could be both a boy and a girl because he likes playing princesses as much as ninjas and he doesn’t want to get made fun of. So we bought him a tutu and gave him a makeover. Meet the new and improved Kaige. If you have a problem with it please keep it to yourself and kindly stay out of his life. Which would be a shame because as you can see he’s freakin’ awesome! #letmebeme #mumblr #stopbullying

WHAT A FUCKING RAD KID WITH RAD HAIR

That kid dresses better than me and has a cooler name too.

shoutout to my little brother who borrowed and wore my petticoats with his batman capes + plastic fangs ages 5-7, and would occasionally hit me up to have his nails repainted

I first saw this on Facebook via an acquaintance who is a transwoman in her early 40s who as a toddler realized she was female. Her words: “I wish people like this existed 35 years ago”

eightyprovinces:

3liza:

glittercrypt:

causeallidoisdance:

piecesofamoonchyld:

Recently Kaige told us he wishes he could be both a boy and a girl because he likes playing princesses as much as ninjas and he doesn’t want to get made fun of. So we bought him a tutu and gave him a makeover. Meet the new and improved Kaige. If you have a problem with it please keep it to yourself and kindly stay out of his life. Which would be a shame because as you can see he’s freakin’ awesome! #letmebeme #mumblr #stopbullying

WHAT A FUCKING RAD KID WITH RAD HAIR

That kid dresses better than me and has a cooler name too.

shoutout to my little brother who borrowed and wore my petticoats with his batman capes + plastic fangs ages 5-7, and would occasionally hit me up to have his nails repainted

I first saw this on Facebook via an acquaintance who is a transwoman in her early 40s who as a toddler realized she was female. Her words: “I wish people like this existed 35 years ago”

crusherccme:

my aunt found this for me. as a woman going into engineering, it really speaks to me

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SOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEE
I’M DYING.
I WANT TO BUY THIS FOR EVERY LITTLE GIRL I KNOW.

crusherccme:

my aunt found this for me. as a woman going into engineering, it really speaks to me

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dhfsdofchdsiosdhdsh

SOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEE

I’M DYING.

I WANT TO BUY THIS FOR EVERY LITTLE GIRL I KNOW.

My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.
135/365 days of gratitude

Today I am grateful for friend’s who have your back :)

My birthday’s in three weeks! I’ve thought of lots of good, potential party themes, but I haven’t settled on anything yet. Plus I’m not sure if I’m even having a party, but I love birthdays so we’ll see!

What are some of your guys favorite party themes? :)

My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.

Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.

But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.

It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.