What Happens Once You Kill Yourself? Because I'm Ready To Go.

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You were visited by the magic kitten of rest. Reblog to have a good night’s sleep.

I'd like to add, if your first time wasn't with someone special or anything else, you're not less valuable in any way.

Reminder for all the young girls who read smut

Labia comes in all shapes and sizes. So don’t be ashamed if yours are bigger or smaller.

Yeast infections are normal and can happen to anyone, even virgins.

Vaginal discharge is NORMAL.

Vaginas are acidic enough to bleach fabric.

It’s NOT normal nor SAFE for vaginas to smell like sunshine’s and flowers. So leave it be.

Having sex has no correlation on how tight your vagina is

Sex is NOTHING like what pornhub posts or what smut tells you(lmao no shade, y’all the real mvp)

Sex is a beautiful thing. But it’s even more beautiful when it’s with the right person. So don’t feel pressured to lose your virginity quickly or have sex with anyone who you aren’t comfortable with.

SHARE AND REBLOG. I have friends and relatives in Northern Italy and it is as catastrophic as it looks like, please intervene.

i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

Hayley Williams YAAASS

You are trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen. Who is it?

Reblog with who you get stuck with~

Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

Fingers crossed, people.

im so ready to be in a relationship so whenever the universe is ready hmu with a keeper

💓❤💋💐💌💐💋❤💓

Emoji spell to bring luck to your romantic love life; help increase the chance of your crush returning your feeling ect.

Confession: I used to belong to trump culture.

Not entirely willingly, mind. I was young, religious, and I made the naïve mistake in thinking that all Christians were like the ones I had encountered at my home church: warm, tolerant, kind. I fell in love, and we did what young, hormonal Christian teenagers did: rushed into a marriage.

I realized my mistake almost immediately, but it took far too long to get out.

Personally, I endured abuse at the hands of my new husband—mental, physical, sexual, economic, emotional. You name it, he did it. Brutal is an understatement. He systematically broke me down until I was a shell of a human being. I’m still dealing with the emotional fallout and physical side effects, and I probably will be for another decade at least.

That’s personally, but let’s talk his family. Because he was an extreme case, yes, but he was raised with the idea that women existed to keep their mouths shut and their legs open. I spit out two children faster than I could whip my head, because birth control wasn’t part of god’s grand plan for my life. I was fulfilling my purpose as a mother, and wasn’t that great? My husband didn’t want the first baby. He wanted me for himself, see? Abortion was unthinkable, but he fully expected to carry a baby—my baby—to term, then give it away.

Keeping him was my first rebellion. Keeping the next one was my second.

In the time I belonged to that family, I watched my mother-in-law endure the same, though less extreme mistreatment. I watched every young female family member be groped by the family patriarch. “That’s just how it is.” I was shamed for making a fuss about it. I watched an older cousin try to sexually assault my teenage sister-in-law and she was the one who felt ashamed. We women made family dinners while the men sat on their asses. My husband and I lived with his parents for a short time. She and I would go to work each morning—an hour each way—with our husbands sitting in their robes in the living room, playing video games. When we returned hours later, weary, exhausted, they hadn’t moved. The standard greeting? “What’s for dinner.”

That’s his family, and yes, some families are sexist, but let’s talk about church. That’s where all of this is validated, encouraged, taught. Imagine my shock, when I went to my new husbands’ family church and encountered muted xenophobia and racism, a heavy dose of homophobia, and some damned overt sexism (see above.)

Equal roles, but different. Sound familiar? This is still being taught to little girls today.

In church, I listened with quiet disgust as pastors preached about how awful my sister—one of the gays—was. I piped up and asked how that sexual sin was any different than the two young church kids who’d just been caught “in a bad way”, soon to expect their first baby. Sexual sin is sexual sin, isn’t it? I sure did get an earful for that one. We did church boycotts: Disney, Target. Every Sunday School class: Job, cookies, and lets pray God saves the moos-lims before they all come over and blow us up. We revered people with white savior complexes who went to be jesus’s hands and feet and save the poor, helpless Africans.

Hate and ignorance, wrapped up in the holy Scripture. Hallelujah.

Meanwhile, I endured this abuse. This abuse, and every door slammed in my face as my husband hit me, tortured me. “Stay true to your vows,” the pastor would say. “You have communication issues,” our sister-in-law would tell us. My mother-in-law: “Linds, you just have to accept it. Love is a choice.”

“But what about the part where it says that husbands are to love their wives like Christ loves the church?” I asked.

My brother in law, joking: “This is why women aren’t supposed to speak in church.”

This America is alive and kicking, kids. It’s never gone away; it’s just been lurking, behind closed doors. “Pass the casual racism and meat loaf, would you? And get me a glass of water while you’re up. Ketchup, too.” What I’m scared about, truly, is that I know this. And these ideas are now validated. Now mainstream. Almost 50% of our population believes this is a good idea.

“It’s our time to take America back.”

What in the hell, if they’ve been saying these things behind closed doors, and if they believe them In The Name Of God—what in the hell are they going to say in the open, now? What in the hell are they going to do?

The 50s are revered as the aspirational yester-year, days gone by. Progress, as we call it, is godlessness to them. We, the godless libs, took Jesus out of schools. We’ve gone wrong ever since.

This is the America people want back, and that’s my first fear.

The second is this:

I got out. And I’m terrified that this, my success story, won’t happen anymore.

I’m the rare statistic. I un-brainwashed and educated myself. I got counseling (against every Christian advice) to treat severe post-partum depression. In the process of becoming a healthier person, I realized what a goddamn mess I was.

It took three tries and a pastor-pseudo-therapist legitimately telling me, “You know if he hits you again, Linds, I’m going to have to tell you to leave.” 

All regretful, like it was bad news.

“Why should I stick around and wait for it to happen again?” I asked.

He didn’t have an answer. I left the next week.

It took a few boldfaced lies (it’s temporary, it’s just a separation), and a few miracles, and a large support system of family and friends who all but plucked me out of that hell.

For leaving? My price was excommunication. From his family, our friends, our church. I am the heathen who Divorced my Husband and broke our home. In that entire city, only three people talk to me now.

(No loss, but it took a long time to recognize that.)

I never, ever would have made it on my own. I had two small children, a new job that barely paid a living wage, and I was, as I’ve said, a shell of a human being. I left him and went straight to the human services office. Without subsidized childcare, healthcare, and food supplements, we would have starved or been homeless. It never would have been possible.

These are the services that will probably be cut first.

How will anyone in my situation ever be able to leave? They won’t. Not to mention federal funding for shelters, crisis counseling for families, healthcare for abused women, and legal services for domestic violence victims. Throw in a court system that doesn’t value women, and a cultural mentality that believes what happens behind closed doors should stay behind closed doors… What hope do abused, trapped women have? None in hell.

If this is what makes America great again, I want out. I’ve been there, done that, and I’m never, ever doing it again.

You’ll take it back over my cold, lifeless body.

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

The Signs as Types of Magic/Divination

The suffix “-mancy” comes from Ancient Greek «μαντεία»(“divination”), coming from either «μάγος»(“mage”, from Persian “al-Maguś” which refers to a Mede tribe known as Mages) or «μαίνειν», “to delirate”, with regards to the divine possession which took part within the oracles: this was called «ενθουσιασμός», (from the preposition εν meaning “inside” and θεός, “god”). In fact, as Cicero said in his work De divinatione, expressing it not as his thought but the opinion of mages, “Si di sunt, est divinatio; sunt autem di, est ergo divinatio.”(II, 41). Oh, and the suffix -kinesis comes from κίνησις meaning “movement”, and the word “cinematography” comes from that, too!

Aries: Runecasting, viking practice used, similarly to Tarots, for predicting a likely outcome by examining cause and effect of a situation. The word rune comes from Nordic raunen, meaning to whisper.

Taurus: Haruspicy, the inspection of the entrails, a practice that came to Rome from the Etruscan civilization; an example of instrument used is the Liver of Piacenza (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Piacenza_Bronzeleber.jpg), and the term comes from Archaic Latin haru, meaning entrails and the root “spec-“, to observe.

Gemini: Crystal ball reading, used by Druids who would partake in it with beryl balls. It was also used during the Roman Empire and the Middle Ages (hey, one was even found in King Childeric 1st’s tomb!). Used to acquire symbolical visions of the present or future.

Cancer: Phyllorhodomancy, a method consisting in taking omens from rose leaves and rose petals. It was common in Ancient Greece to smack a rose’s petals against the hand and observe how loud the sound was, but in the 18th and 19th century it was also really common to pluck the rose on Midsummer’s Eve, wrap it in white paper and hide it until someone, who was then bound to marry the person, found it.

Leo: Solaromancy, an oriental type of divination consisting in the observation of the sun’s rays and its movement to understand possible important events in the future.

Virgo: Tarots, their ancestors were said to be wooden tablets found around 1st century AD in Palestine, and in ancient populations from the Near East these symbols were drawn on the walls of a temple’s room, where men who came to know their fate would spin around themselves until the dizziness made them fall in front of the chosen symbol. Widely spread and used for their rich details and quasi-infinite correspondences.

Libra: Cheiromancy, consisting in the reading of one’s lines of the palm in order to foretell. Bumps are also examined and the dominant hand is usually seen first, as the second one is thought to represent past life and the karmic consequences.

There are four types of hands corresponding to the four elements, and in Greek mythology for example every part of the hand is associated to a divinity (such as Apollo to the ring finger). The first witnesses of cheiromancy come from the Hindu sage Valmiki, whose teachings spread across the Mediterranean.

Scorpio: Necromancy, the art of calling the deceased from the otherworld to receive answers to one’s questions. In the Bible’s Book of Deuteronomy, for example, King Saul asks the Witch of Endor to summon Samuel’s spirit, who will foretell great and imminent destructions. The Caldaeans were also known for their practices and so the Mages, feared by the Arians. The Roman author Lucan also mentions the story of Erychtho, a famous Thessalian sorceress who foresaw the Battle of Pharsalus’ outcome. In the Middle Ages, it was also believed that necromancy would allow three things: will manipulation, illusions and knowledge.

Sagittarius: Theriomancy, method of observing an animal’s movements to predict the weather shifts, and also of predicting future events by studying mutated animals, such as a red calf or a bright yellow hen, both symbols of the gods.

Capricorn: I Ching divination, based on an 1000 BC divination text known as the Classic of Changes, in which three coins were thrown in the midst of a design of 64 hexagrams made with stems of bloodwort.

Aquarius: Rabdomancy, from Greek ράβδος (rhàbdos), rod, it consisted in watching where a stick (usually made of wood) would fall to take a decision or find a path. Used by Väinämöinen, the demigod and protagonist of the heroic poem Kalevala, it was also known in Ancient Greece.

Pisces: Oneiromamcy, form of divination through dreams that is also present in the Bible and in Middle Eastern works, it was also the main theme of Artemidorus’ Oneirocritica. Generally we can say about these predictions that each animal, type of natural element, plant or person (distinguished by blood ties or social occupation) had a different meaning.