African American doctors attempting to save the life of a Klu Klux Klan member:
This photo left me speechless, this is what respect is.
this is what grace is
I never scroll pass this photo.. This is humanity, a lot of people can learn from this picture.
so here is my anorexia 2 year recovery in a photo.
i have looked similar to the picture on the right for a while now, i have been healthy and out of hospital for 17 months.
so yeah, i am much much happier now, happier than i have ever been, i am enjoying life, and doing whatever I want to do.
never give up, recovery is possible, and will happen for all of you. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MIND TO.
i love you all, dont ever let it win!
THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!
Need more heroes, motherfucker.
This is insane.
Oh my God..
Reblogged 3 times in a row because this is just amazing.
this right here is my favorite line in the entire fucking show
I kinda have more wit
an okay kiss
a warm touch
and idk about my fuck
date me please
pardon my french but bonjour
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
Reblogging for Haymitch.
Anything to knock junior-high students down a peg or two.
You have got to be kidding me..