On my thigh, from a plate of sandwiches that I dropped and broke and stabbed myself with when I tripped over the dog in high school.
On my nose from when a goddamn bookcase fell on my goddamn face when I was five.
On my left calf, from when I jumped out of a saddle to catch a wayward kitten and landed in a roll of barbed wire when I was eight.
On my forehead because children are stupid, pro example: my brother and I thinking you should stand in a lake and play catch with big rocks.
Under my eye, because I lost a staring contest with a dog.
My ankle. Because when a lady in a wheelchair screams at you to move, she means it.
My left earlobe, because one-year-olds can be surprisingly adept at pulling out earrings and thereby tearing your earlobe in half.
My right knee, because… I really don’t know, but I somehow jammed it down onto my classmate Brent’s sharpened pencil in third grade. He was horrified. I barely noticed.
My left achilles tendon got caught between the spokes of a bicycle when I was a small kid and a friend was giving me a ride on her bike.
On my left index finger after I was melted a stick of plastic and wasn’t paying attention to where the burning liquid was landing.
…I have a scar on my shoulder… From opening a cabinet and the edge catching my skin. Totally badass, I know. ;D Come at me ladies~
Little red line on my cheek, didn’t even notice it until a friend pointed it out years later. Pretty sure it was from walking into a hot iron.
Shiny patch on my right shoulder/outside of upper arm, from the time I got knocked over by a car pulling out of a parking space while trying to cross the road, and grated my arm on the tar-seal when I landed.
Shiny puckered patch on my left knee, from the time I slipped and fell on a wet path perhaps two hundred metres away from the site of the first accident (Albert Park and its environs were dangerous places for me as a university student!).
Thin white line next to right middle fingernail, from an unfortunate experience with one of those metal clips that you put inside a manila folder.
Thin line on my right index finger, from learning to sculpt with a trekking knife.
Faded, circular scar on my right knee, from running around and falling when I was little.
A smallish dent in my left leg, from not figuring out that climbing down ancient, uneven rock stairs while sick and potentially prone to sudden, out-of-nowhere moments of dizziness might not be the best idea.
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
So my summer job includes stuff like sitting in front of a monitor doing the most boring stuff imaginable for seven or eight hours a day. Unsurprisingly, I got neck pain.
But I really don’t see what my mother is trying to achieve by making it sound like this means I’m a worthless human being since I didn’t do enough shoulder/neck muscle exercises to prevent this from happening.
So, at first she was offering to massage my shoulders and that would have been nice, but then it became obvious that if I wanted to get the massage, I would have to endure not-enough-exercise shaming for the whole duration of it. And since I prefer physical pain to getting my self-esteem issues resurfaced WHICH I’M PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF DOING ON MY OWN, NO NEED TO HELP ME THERE MOM, oh well. No massage then.
“The best way to dehumanize someone while claiming you’re not is to believe you are just the same. You erase their experiences and perspective, their struggles and obstacles, their unique way of having to deal with those things in a world that also erases them. With the words, ‘but humans are humans’ or the bullshit dramatics of ‘we all bleed red’ normal people can simply pretend that if we all did things the way they did, then everything would work out okay. But, yes, we all bleed red but you don’t treat a papercut the same way you treat a gash, you don’t treat an infected wound the same way you treat one that isn’t, you don’t treat a wound to the leg the same way you treat a wound to the gut. You are not acknowledging someone’s personhood when you ignore the very things that make their lives different than yours, and when you refuse to understand that their circumstances have given them their own perspective that is just as valid as yours. More valid in fact – their perspective about their experiences that you haven’t been through is far more valid than anything you could ever think about it.”—The danger of worldviews (Speaking when the world sleeps)
SHIT I CAN'T MAKE UP: Convo between my 7year-old students today
(Names have been altered slightly, just in case.)
Josie:I have a new crusshhhhh
Matt:Me too! On a boy!
Pearl:You're a boy with a crush on a boy?
Matt:Yeah he's really cute.
(pause for a bit)
Matt:Boys can like boys. I just can't marry him because boys can't marry boys.
Me:Yeah they can. You can marry whoever you want.
Josie:YEAH my tia has a wife so now I have a titi and a auntie.
Matt:Okay. Then maybe I'll marry him.
Dave:(from across the room) No you can't you're seven.
(Age was apparently the only foreseeable problem anyone of my elementary schoolers could see with gay marriage. I almost cried out of happiness. Later, when I was asked if boys could kiss anyone they wanted, I replied "only if they want to kiss you back." And Josie responded "Yeah! Your body your life.")
Den som äger den här platsen, det är det du som gör
Den som äger denna plats, det är det du som gör.
This just reminds me of this
English: A dog Swedish: What English: The dog English: Two dogs Swedish: Swedish: Swedish: En hund, hunden Swedish: … hundar, hundarna German: English: No, go away Swedish: No one invited you German: Der Hund English: I said go away German: Ein Hund, zwei Hunde Swedish: Stop it German: Den Hund, einen Hund, dem Hund, einem Hund, des Hundes, eines Hundes, den Hunden, der Hunden Finnish: Sup English: NO Swedish: NO German: NO Finnish: English: German: Swedish: Finnish: Koira, koiran, koiraa, koiran again, koirassa, koirasta, koiraan, koiralla, koiralta, koiralle, koirana, koiraksi, koiratta, koirineen, koirin German: Swedish: Finnish: English: Finnish: And now the plural forms
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.