Cats! Cats! dog. Cats!

Just a girl and her cat spending too much time on the internet.

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witchbat:

my roommate got me a huge ice cream cone at this ice cream place and i was so astounded by it

then, in a brilliant moment of word disassociation, i whispered "this is so big size"

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Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.

Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.

Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.

Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned

But good god,

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Michelle K., Do Not Teach Your Daughters to Be ‘Pretty’ (via creatingaquietmind)

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One day that year I was in a small shop where I had bought a dress with a too-long skirt. The shop employed a seamstress who did alterations, and she came in to pin up the skirt on me. I am sure that she was a recent immigrant, a survivor. I remember a short, dark woman wearing heavy glasses, with an accent so foreign I could not understand her words. Something about her presence was very powerful and disturbing to me. After marking and pinning up the skirt, she sat back on her knees, looked up at me, and asked in a hurried whisper: “You Jewish?” Eighteen years of training in assimilation sprang into the reflex by which I shook my head, rejecting her, and muttered, “No.”

What was I actually saying “no” to? She was poor, older, struggling with a foreign tongue, anxious; she had escaped the death that had been intended for her, but I had no imagination of her possible courage and foresight, her resistance-I did not see in her a heroine who had perhaps saved many lives, including her own. I saw the frightened immigrant, the seamstress hemming the skirts of college girls, the wandering Jew. But I was an American college girl having her skirt hemmed. And I was frightened myself, I think, because she had recognized me (“It takes one to know one,” my friend Edie at Radcliffe had said) even if I refused to recognize myself or her, even if her recognition was sharpened by loneliness or the need to feel safe with me.

But why should she have felt safe with me? I myself was living with a false sense of safety.

There are betrayals in my life that I have known at the very moment were betrayals: this was one of them. There are other betrayals committed so repeatedly, so mundanely, that they leave no memory trace behind, only a growing residue of misery, of dull, accreted self-hatred. Often these take the form not of words but of silence. Silence before the joke at which everyone is laughing; the anti-woman joke, the racist joke, the anti-Semitic joke. Silence and then amnesia. Blocking it out when the oppressor’s language starts coming from the lips of one we admire, whose courage and eloquence have touched us: She didn’t really mean that; he didn’t really say that. But the accretions build up out of sight, like scale inside a kettle.
Adrienne Rich, Split At The Root (via amaalsdrifting)

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omniastudios:

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omniastudios:

Alright our lovely little witches, here is your chance to win some ghostly goodies from Omnia Oddities!

Win the following items:
· One (1) “The Séance” sterling silver amulet
  with natural moonstone on 24” sterling chain.
· Two (2) Planchette Omnia logo tees in sizes
  s - xxxl. (One for you, one for a friend you tag.
  If you do not tag a friend only ONE shirt will be
  awarded.)
· One (1) “The Séance” clear resin bangle in size
  small or standard.

The Rules:
· You must reblog and FOLLOW.
· Do not delete the original text.
· No giveaway only blogs.
· Must be atleast 18 years old or have parent or
  guardian’s permission to enter.
· Tag a friend. (optional)

Giveaway ends and winner chosen at random on:
04/21/14 @ 9pm EDT.

Contest is open to all, we ship world-wide. :)

Good Luck

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In 1979, when the minimum wage was $2.90, a hard-working student with a minimum-wage job could earn enough in one day (8.44 hours) to pay for one academic credit hour. If a standard course load for one semester consisted of maybe 12 credit hours, the semester’s tuition could be covered by just over two weeks of full-time minimum wage work—or a month of part-time work. A summer spent scooping ice cream or flipping burgers could pay for an MSU education. The cost of an MSU credit hour has multiplied since 1979. So has the federal minimum wage. But today, it takes 60 hours of minimum-wage work to pay off a single credit hour, which was priced at $428.75 for the fall semester.
The Myth of Working Your Way Through College - Svati Kirsten Narula - The Atlantic (via infoneer-pulse)

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mamamantis:

the whole “anger is poisonous and bad for u” mindset was created by people who didn’t want to deal w the justified anger directed at them by others

anger is powerful and important, anger is fuel, and only you determine whether or not your anger is good or bad for you

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*Post making fun of oppressed people*
Oppressed people:
Hey, that isn't cool.
Oppressors:
GEEZ, TAKE A JOKE!!! GOSH, YOU CAN'T BE CODDLED FOREVER THE WORLD WON'T CATER TO UR SILLY WHIMS!!
*Post making fun of oppressors*
Oppressors:
This shit. I cannot STAND this shit right here. YOU REALLY THINK THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE "''''OPPRESSED''''" YOU CAN BE MEAN TO MAJORITY GROUPS? HATE GETS US NOWHERE GUYS. STOP FUCKING BULLYING OR I'LL STOP SUPPORTING YOU AND YOUR MOVEMENT. FUCKING HYPOCRITES, I SWEAR TO GOD. THIS IS /JUST/ AS BAD AS WHEN WE OPPRESS YOU!

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lissabt:

In the spirit of Throwback Thursday, and in the looming shadow of Passover, i dug up two old comics i did way before i knew what a Tumblr was. They “attempt” to “explain” two often little-understood Jewish holidays, drawn in 2009 and 2010 respectively. The Passover comic is a direct follow-up to the Hanukkah comic, so i’ve included both for context.

These comics are neither accurate nor informative.

For more information on anything in this life, please consult Wikipedia.

yeah, basically.