"It’s been ten years, what have you been up to?"

I’m old enough to know that sadness will come again. But I’m strong enough to know that I’ll get through that, too.
Rereading old journal entries from when I was fighting depression. Oh my god. (via thecottonproject)

baeddelbludd:

LIFE HACK: disguise your nervous breakdown as a series of jokes

make me choose:
anonymous asked: Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy

Remember that intimate conversation you had with your son? The one where you said, “I love you and I need you to know that no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her”?

Or when you told your son, “A woman’s virginity isn’t a prize and sleeping with a woman doesn’t earn you a point”?

How about the heart-to-heart where you lovingly conferred the legal knowledge that “a woman doesn’t have to be fighting you and you don’t have to be pinning her down for it to be RAPE. Intoxication means she can’t legally consent, NOT that she’s an easy score.”

Or maybe you recall sharing my personal favorite, “Your sexual experiences don’t dictate your worth just like a woman’s sexual experiences don’t dictate hers.”

Last but not least, do you remember calling your son out when you discovered he was using the word “slut” liberally? Or when you overheard him talking about some girl from school as if she were more of a conquest than a person?

I want you to consider these conversations and then ask yourself why you don’t remember them. The likely reason is because you didn’t have them. In fact, most parents haven’t had them.

exhistur:

I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people. 

theheroheart:

I really enjoy Adam Scott struggling not to smile at Amy Poehler’s hilarity.

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