Learning the alphabet with Dan Howell

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Learning the alphabet with Dan Howell

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After only a 20 minute helicopter ride over New York City, autistic artist, Stephen Wiltshire was able to draw the New York skyline, in pen, just from memory. source
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i think the isg videos are hosted by the bad advice dan clone
of course

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All of my colours
Writing used to come so naturally. The images would dance through my head. The dreams would pulsate through my veins. The words would bleed through my fingertips in ways that even I could not understand. My body became my holding ground for all things unreal and mystical. I cherished it so much and held onto it as tightly as I could. But perhaps, I held on too tightly.
One day my heart exploded and all of my hopes and wishes flew out into the world for everyone to see and judge. I tried to reach out and hold onto them but they slipped from my grasp. With wide eyes and a broken heart, I watched my life float away in the shape of beautiful butterflies that painted the sky in a plethora of colours; the likes of which have never been seen by the human eye before.
My sadness over losing myself slowly started to fade as new hopes and dreams grew in my heart. But they grew too big, too fast and once again they slipped away. I became addicted to seeing the colours of my life that I would purposefully lose them just to see a glimmer of my past self.
But one day, while I sat down and tried to write for myself again, the words could not come. The pulse of my dreams became weakened. The images became lethargic. I tried to grow new hopes in my heart but it had become barren. Nothing could live there anymore. The colour faded into harsh grey’s and beige’s. Everything that was once so clear was now blurred lines and endless stumbling. I wanted my colours back. I wanted my words back. I searched far. I searched wide. I search high. I searched low. As low as humanly possible. And yet it wasn’t low enough. My heart had broken too many times and I was too dizzy and lost to fix it.
The words didn’t want to come.
The dreams stopped beating.
The images died and rotted away.
I was a shell of my former self and no one seemed to notice how my world had grown so dull that I could not write. What once came so naturally in the most beautiful of human ways, died with my former self who I dragged along behind me like a ball and chain that dug into my flesh and carved itself into me.
Even if I were to get rid of it, the scars would still be there.
If I managed to grow hope again, it would just wither away in my open heart.
All of my colours.
That I held onto too tightly.
I miss you.
And wish for you to come back.
What the hell?
Niggas out here trappin women
Then wonder how your ass got burned
what the fuck…
I’ve had a dude do that before. that shit is terrifying. Dude went across the room like he typically would to get one. Came back and I didn’t know that he didn’t have one until he pulled out.
I FLIPPED. Cried all the way home. Cried for days. Got tested. Bought the morning after pill. Seriously, fuck dudes that do this. There should be laws against it.
There ARE laws against this. It’s called rape by deception or fraudulent rape and basically, it’s anytime the conditions of your consent are compromised. In a situation like this, you consented to protected sex. By having sex in a way you did not consent to, a crime WAS committed and he could be charged if any physical effects like pregnancy or STD occurred. Remember, ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY YOU DON’T CONSENT TO IS RAPE.
If a guy does this, it’s rape. Call the cops. Ruin his life since he has no problem risking yours. Make him fucking learn. Rapists belong in jail. Rape by deception is rape, not a funny “meme”.
This is incredibly important for everyone to see!! EVERYONE
yes YOU NEED THIS ON YOUR DASH EVERYONE
y’all should see this, just so you know.
Call the cops.
HERE is a list of crisis hotlines for rape and abuse. Most of them are 24/7 hotlines.
HERE is a list of crisis hotlines by state.
In addition to giving you the compassion your rapist clearly won’t, they might be able to advise you on possible next steps: what to tell the police, how to get a test done.
Stay safe, everyone.
This is so disrespectful. This is literally the conversation that fuckboys be havin with each other and giggling about. Crucify a dude that tries to do this to you.
This is how men talk to each other about us. This is how men talk to each other about us.
Always reblog
my time volunteering for a sexual health clinic and working for one has definitely made me aware of how often it happens.
to quote a counselor: “it happens all. the. time”
i’m gonna reblog sad tablo bee every time it’s on my dash
Years worth of memes are now worthless

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…yup, pretty much
Who would you date if you were a girl?
I want to punch whoever came up with the phrase “the customer is always right” because the customer is wrong, like really fucking wrong, 97% of the time.
“I want the tacos with the hard shells” Me:“ ma'am we don’t serve hard shell tacos. We have a soft flour tortilla or soft corn tortilla” “Oh. Then I want the corn. Those are the hard shell ones right?” Me:“no, ma'am, we don’t serve hard shell tacos. We have flour or corn tortillas” “Flour or corn? So…which ones are the hard ones?” -.-.-.- “Hey the lettuce from the salad bar doesn’t taste right.” “Uh sir we don’t have a salad bar. That’s the decorative kale for our salsa bar. It’s not meant to be eaten” “Well if it’s not meant to be eaten why are you serving it?!” “Sir, it’s decorative. We aren’t serving it.” -.-.-.- “What’s this extra charge on my receipt? Why are you charging me extra? I demand to talk to a manager!!” “Sir that’s the tax, it’s 5% in our state.” “No you’re trying to steal from me, I’ll have you fired!” “Sir, it says right there that it’s the tax.” -.-.-.-
Good god the list could go on forever
“Are these bananas locally grown?”
“We are in Michigan.”

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Disney Heroines + their names’ meanings
Bonus:
reblogging almost solely because almost everyone’s name is meaningful but Rapunzel’s literally just means lettuce