is it paradise?

Its so beautiful that cats have their own special weed. Mother nature rewarding them for being the best animal

It's the Royal Academy of Art Young Artist's Summer Show. One of my favourite exhibitions of the year. Like. Not only are the older kids insanely talented, the younger ones' artist statements will just punch you right in the face.

Jeffrey is my cat and he feels like my heart

Click [here] for the full online exhibition

These are all so good!!! please look at them

I think my favorite is this one

i hope all mutuals who i never talk to are having a good day

So--when I was in my mid-twenties and the Disaster Ex tried to make me kill myself, the local mental hospital didn't have any beds open in the usual ward for attempted suicides.

What they did have was a single spare bed in the small, comfortable, quiet, wildly expensive facility for girls with eating disorders.

They asked each of the young women currently living there if it was acceptable that I might occupy a bed in one of the rooms for a while, just the long weekend while I was waiting for a doctor's evaluation. I hadn't been violent, I had gone with the cops without putting up any fight at all, and I was still and I was small and all those things were sufficient for me to be deemed safe. So up they sent me, to somewhere high in Western Psych, above the smells and sounds of the denser-packed wards, above where the care workers were harried and frustrated, to a gentle space with seven or eight young women in it.

I was five foot three, and I weighed about 115 pounds. I was underweight for my frame, as a fair amount of that weight was martial arts muscle; I would probably have been ten pounds heavier if I were healthy, with the amount of activity I got.

I was at least two inches shorter than pretty much every other young woman there, six or seven inches shorter than one of them, and I had at least thirty pounds on several of them. The tallest was not allowed to walk, she had to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around, because her condition was so advanced that the motion would undo what good her hard work had done.

And over the course of the four or five days I was there, multiple of them came up to me alone to quietly tell me that I had the *perfect* body, and they wished they could be as skinny as I was. That I needed to live, because I was beautiful, and if they were as beautiful as I was, they wouldn't need to be here.

Their eyes were on me all the time, in the hours that I wasn't sleeping. I spent a lot of time sleeping, and we took our meals separately (I not needing to be monitored while I ate, and not having my food weighed), but we spent a fair amount of time sitting around in the little shared living room space, talking about movies and magazines and books we'd loved, talking about our families. I didn't talk about my family; they didn't pry.

They were all so fucking nice.

And I could have broken any one of them over my narrow knee. They each thought they were bigger than I was.

Their brains lied to them, every time they looked at a mirror. Every time they looked down at their own thighs. What they saw was not what I could see. They had bright, beautiful eyes in dark hollows, and I could count their vertebrae, could see their ribs winging when they breathed, could see the motion of every tendon on the backs of their hands.

They weren't celebrities. They weren't being paid to have particular bodies, nor were they deep in the toxic sea of having strangers take photos of them to sell to gossip rags if they stepped out of doors in old jeans. They had families and loved ones who were doing everything that they could to protect them, to uplift them and help them be healthy. They were just everyday people--a nurse, a couple of students, a couple of recent college grads, a young woman who had decided it was time to really get help because she wanted to be a mother--and still they'd been so injured by the neverending fucking deluge of body-image bullshit that they were dying of it.

That was in 2009. Things are worse now. I think about them still. I hope that they're all right.

And in case some people aren't aware: anorexia is deadly. There is a point at which your body looses the ability to digest food and you are no longer capable of improving.

Not only is anorexia deadly, it is the single deadliest mental illness that exists. Let me say that again: more people die of anorexia nervosa than any other mental illness, including severe suicidal depression.

“be gay do crime” was supposed to be about doing sodomy not doing hate crimes

you know what i’m actually so sick of all the supposedly inclusive trans spaces where everyone tells people to just DIY their hormones as if DIYing testosterone isn’t a fucking felony

if you tell trans men to DIY their hormones you are literally advising them to do something that will almost definitely get them thrown into the prison system which we all know is super duper fucking safe for trans people right

You know Jones soda cap, as a tumblr user i can actually say i think I have.

you really cannot say

“I hate Isreal so much it’s unreal”

without definitionally meaning

“I hate the sole place on earth made to be safe for Jews”

and

“I hate the country known for housing half the Jews on the planet”

which is easily understood to mean

“I hate Jews”

Especially when you talk about the country and its people using antisemitic language.

I hope this explains why you might be called antisemitic! If you disagree keep it to yourselves. It is not nonjews that get to say what isn’t antisemitism. Or more aptly. judenhass.

Tumblr 2015: omsqueeeeee *ovaries exploding*

Tumblr 2025: OUGHHH MY PENITS EXPLODED

On account of the gender transition

On account of the gender transition

A lot of the time when we try to discuss antisemitism against orthodox jews, the conversation is quickly hijacked by jews who find orthodoxy to be weird or something they personally had a bad experience with. As if that means we cannot discuss how it is a normal way to be jewish and people who participate in orthodox judaism are not all miserable and mind controlled and etc.

How can we ever discuss anything if so many of us are intolerant to the idea of jews different than you? I personally don't agree with a lot of the stuff I see reform jews doing. They say things from a reform perspective and I don't agree personally. A rabbi (she/her) once said as a reform rabbi whenever she's asked a question she looks at what Judaism would have as an answer, then looks for a worldly answer and then answers based on that. I couldn't fathom that, to me there's a reason you're going to a rabbi, for a look into Judaism's verdict? Yet I fully repsect that woman and those who are reform like her. Whenever a reform jew speaks I may not agree but I respect them.

I expect other jews to behave themselves when talking about different ways of being jewish because as a jew myself I do this constantly. I know respect is possible, it is not hard.

wait people sleep with their doors closed????

okay now im curious. reblog this with where youre from and if you sleep with your door open or closed

"it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world."