November 19th, 2013,
‘Selfie’ was named the Word of the Year by the Oxford Dictionary
Pseudo-intellectuals everywhere cried about the ‘death of the English language’
Because God forbid modern colloquial speech be recognised as valid.
Time Magazine refers to ‘millenials’ as the ‘me me me generation’
Selfish, all we care about is personal gratification
Lazy, entitled, shallow narcissists.
A picture of a girl taking a selfie on her phone is used for the cover
Because our selfishness can be summed up in the fact that we like how we look enough to document it.
We are consumed, they tell us, with our self image.
Everything is about us.
Me-me-me.
With the addition of every word to the dictionary,
‘Hashtag’. ‘Perf’. ‘Sexting’. ‘Totes’. ‘Selfie’,
The ‘me-me-me’ generation continues to make it all about ourselves,
And we should, they tell us, weep,
We should weep because we are entitled,
Because all we care about are selfies and parties and Instagram,
Because this is the generation that will one day run the world,
And for that, we should weep,
Because all we are is ‘me-me-me’.
Let me tell you something.
Every year, university tuition will be 2.3% more expensive for MY GENERATION,
MY GENERATION reports the highest levels of anxiety and depression than ANY other generation,
15% more of US than YOU will go to university,
But 46% of MY GENERATION won’t find a job until over a year after law school,
MY GENERATION, on average, is $47,628 in debt.
58% of girls in MY GENERATION feels like they are the wrong weight,
95% of people with eating disorders are part of MY GENERATION,
And MY GENERATION has a million dollar industry telling us that we are not good enough,
That we are ugly, lazy, and entitled,
And anything we do to be financially successful,
Or less stressed,
Or beautiful, god dammit,
Is in vain.
So pick up your phone,
Pick your favourite filter,
And take a goddamn selfie.
You deserve it for having to grow up in these times.
My poem, ‘Hashtag Selfie’. (via dingdongyouarewrong)

Or maybe we should think beyond ourselves and our vanities. Work to help others, serve others. And do it for them and not for the selfie we can post about it on Instagram. Move past self-pity and feelings of entitlement. Wake up to the fact that we aren’t the beautiful unique butterflies our parents told us we were. Maybe that will clear up a lot of our anxieties. #mytwocents

(via nursemz87)


thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

wonderhawk:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

bearfacelie:

alayshalifts:

faintedincoils:

cruelbl00m:

cookiexslut:

I’m such a sap I teared up so hard while reading this. Pits don’t deserve the mistreatment they get, they’re such sweet babies.

My sweet babe wouldn’t ever hurt someone unless I was in real danger. Such a perfect breed.

Sources for the stories: 

Chako

Lefty (apparently she lost one leg but is otherwise fine and well)

Baby

Creature

Bella

This made me cry its so sweet. I love them

Definitely a bit weepy now

LOOK AT THESE BRAVE AND LOVING DOGGIES <3 

I love seeing stories like this, pit bulls get such a bad reputation but it reality they are some of the most loyal dogs you could possibly have

With such kind and loving hearts <3

Pit Bulls only behave badly when they have been forced to by their owners or because of cruelty and neglect on the owners part…they are not naturally vicious at all :(

If I could get a Pit Bull I would in an instant.

(via gallen)


Is there any chance you yourself are a time traveller?

(via nursemz87)


Perfection.

(via the-cellist-in-portland)


demons:

Starting on Christmas Eve, many German and British troops sang Christmas carols to each other across the lines, and at certain points the Allied soldiers even heard brass bands joining the Germans in their joyous singing.At the first light of dawn on Christmas Day, some German soldiers emerged from their trenches and approached the Allied lines across no-man’s-land, calling out “Merry Christmas” in their enemies’ native tongues. At first, the Allied soldiers feared it was a trick, but seeing the Germans unarmed they climbed out of their trenches and shook hands with the enemy soldiers. The men exchanged presents of cigarettes and plum puddings and sang carols and songs. There was even a documented case of soldiers from opposing sides playing a good-natured game of football. In other cases some soldiers used this short-lived ceasefire for a more somber task: the retrieval of the bodies of fellow combatants who had fallen within the no-man’s land between the lines. The Christmas Truce of 1914 came only five months after the outbreak of the war in Europe, and became one of the last examples of the outdated notion of chivalry between enemies in modern warfare. It was never repeated—future attempts at holiday ceasefires were quashed by officers’ threats of disciplinary action—but it served as heartening proof, however brief, that beneath the brutal clash of weapons, the soldiers’ essential humanity endured.

demons:

Starting on Christmas Eve, many German and British troops sang Christmas carols to each other across the lines, and at certain points the Allied soldiers even heard brass bands joining the Germans in their joyous singing.

At the first light of dawn on Christmas Day, some German soldiers emerged from their trenches and approached the Allied lines across no-man’s-land, calling out “Merry Christmas” in their enemies’ native tongues. At first, the Allied soldiers feared it was a trick, but seeing the Germans unarmed they climbed out of their trenches and shook hands with the enemy soldiers. The men exchanged presents of cigarettes and plum puddings and sang carols and songs. There was even a documented case of soldiers from opposing sides playing a good-natured game of football. In other cases some soldiers used this short-lived ceasefire for a more somber task: the retrieval of the bodies of fellow combatants who had fallen within the no-man’s land between the lines.

The Christmas Truce of 1914 came only five months after the outbreak of the war in Europe, and became one of the last examples of the outdated notion of chivalry between enemies in modern warfare. It was never repeated—future attempts at holiday ceasefires were quashed by officers’ threats of disciplinary action—but it served as heartening proof, however brief, that beneath the brutal clash of weapons, the soldiers’ essential humanity endured.

(via demons)


tasseomancer:

I’ve watched this probably twice a Christmas season every year of my life, and I still think this is one of the funniest moments ever.

Missing my sisters. Some if my best childhood memories are traveling to who knows where in the back of our parents big tan conversion can singing this song.


Why don’t my Star Trek actions figures speak to me in dreams?


Doctor Who TARDIS garter. My something blue. Made by my fantastic sister.


badwolfcomplex:

sword-meets-rose:

nikosnature:

liferelived:

sweetandlovelygirl7:

andrearoxsox:

sword-meets-rose:

leftinstitches:

spbell:

iquitelikethat:

A Game of Thrones in Your Pants
okay

The Purity Myth in Your Pants. 
It totally works. In fact, it drives the point home! 

A Song of Swords in Your Pants

How to Find Your Soulmate Without Losing Your Soul In Your Pants

Catching Fire in Your Pants.
Hahahahahaha. I love this book though.

The Count of Monte Cristo in Your Pants.
Well then.

The Methods in Behavioral Research in Your Pants.
That’s just awkward…

Heretics in your pants.

^had to reblog for that. I laughed out loud. 

(Heretics in your pants has to be the best.)
The Point of Splitting in Your Pants
well then. xD

The Duchess in Your PantsYes!

badwolfcomplex:

sword-meets-rose:

nikosnature:

liferelived:

sweetandlovelygirl7:

andrearoxsox:

sword-meets-rose:

leftinstitches:

spbell:

iquitelikethat:

A Game of Thrones in Your Pants

okay

The Purity Myth in Your Pants. 

It totally works. In fact, it drives the point home! 

A Song of Swords in Your Pants

How to Find Your Soulmate Without Losing Your Soul In Your Pants

Catching Fire in Your Pants.

Hahahahahaha. I love this book though.

The Count of Monte Cristo in Your Pants.

Well then.

The Methods in Behavioral Research in Your Pants.

That’s just awkward…

Heretics in your pants.

^had to reblog for that. I laughed out loud. 

(Heretics in your pants has to be the best.)

The Point of Splitting in Your Pants

well then. xD

The Duchess in Your Pants

Yes!