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“A Song of Undertow &amp; Devil’s Kiss” Game of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/c804e30dd063b85cd44c06a7eb91fcc4/tumblr_mmwv2klwpN1qdtjauo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/96aae4e8e1aa7a8e4f283d3d1b646ac3/tumblr_mmwv2klwpN1qdtjauo3_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/1f47d2775256c8845354e8d3c016120f/tumblr_mmwv2klwpN1qdtjauo6_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/dd531f5356f855aa168cf7002a1212bf/tumblr_mmwv2klwpN1qdtjauo2_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/54162b29aca0cbcb18335ac66c155959/tumblr_mmwv2klwpN1qdtjauo5_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/30e09bbd7a1144591316d26b32f512d9/tumblr_mmwv2klwpN1qdtjauo4_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://syntheticph.tumblr.com/post/50603007270/a-song-of-undertow-devils-kiss-game-of" target="_blank"&gt;syntheticph&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A Song of Undertow &amp; Devil’s Kiss”&lt;/strong&gt; Game of Thrones Meets BioShock Infinite, by &lt;a href="http://syntheticph.com" target="_blank"&gt;Synthetic PictureHaus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50830280675</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50830280675</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:47:27 -0400</pubDate><category>dewitt</category><category>comstock</category><category>fitzroy</category><category>fink</category><category>elizabeth</category><category>lutece</category><category>bioshock infinite</category><category>flawless</category><category>fan art</category><category>house of</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8658c42877ec0597570000405f4a3d12/tumblr_mmzo5yxqcR1so8d3co1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50829816459</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50829816459</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:41:13 -0400</pubDate><category>bioshock infinite</category><category>vigors</category></item><item><title>"Yes, false rape accusations happen. Run the protocol anyway. I’ve heard that perhaps the military..."</title><description>“Yes, false rape accusations happen. Run the protocol anyway. I’ve heard that perhaps the military has the highest number of ‘em. True or not, RUN THE PROTOCOL ANYWAY. Because in 15 years of investigating rape accusations, I can count those that panned out as false on one hand. Meanwhile, the one time I almost skipped the protocol, the one time I almost didn’t believe a petty officer, because I was naive as an investigator and a young woman, because her commanding officer described her as “a party girl, always late, always out drinking, don’t bother with this one”, she turned out to be the victim of one of the most brutal assaults I’ve ever investigated. She shouldn’t have still been -alive-, let alone up and making the accusation. So let me repeat: five false accounts in fifteen years. And one time I almost failed a woman ‘cause of the bullshit way it’s normal to talk about us. Take your shipmates’ word, and then run the protocol. Every. Single. Time.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; - JAG lawyer, speaking to my husband’s plant during Sexual Assault Prevention Month. (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://circusbones.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;circusbones&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50829252354</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50829252354</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:33:28 -0400</pubDate><category>rape</category><category>rape culture</category><category>sexual assault</category></item><item><title>"Sometimes I can’t look you in the eye; you’re like a building that’s burned out inside, with the..."</title><description>“Sometimes I can’t look you in the eye; you’re like a building that’s burned out inside, with the outer walls still standing.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anne Michaels, &lt;em&gt;Fugitive Pieces&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://misiuq.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;misiuq&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50828542809</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50828542809</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:23:43 -0400</pubDate><category>anne michaels</category><category>fugitive pieces</category><category>stunning</category></item><item><title>"1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Live. Live.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Live.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://victorielle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;victorielle&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50576987065</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50576987065</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 10:11:14 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>beautiful</category><category>self love</category><category>independence</category><category>strength</category><category>suicide</category><category>identity</category></item><item><title>If you were the skyThen I&amp;#8217;d be the seaAnd when you shined brightIt would reflect in me.When...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you were the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then I&amp;#8217;d be the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And when you shined bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;It would reflect in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you&amp;#8217;re at rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then I am steady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you wanna get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&amp;#8217;m always ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Past closing at the bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you show me the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll open right up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And cast them out far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And on the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you won&amp;#8217;t shine a light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then I&amp;#8217;m silent alongside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Until you feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;We&amp;#8217;ll meet at the horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Where lovers will stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And wonder with passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why they can&amp;#8217;t meet there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you&amp;#8217;ll share me a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;As bright as two suns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;When they meet in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll know the days done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I can tell that&amp;#8217;s your way of saying to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Goodnight my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you were the sky and I were the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellopoetry.com/-duck/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellopoetry.com/-duck/" target="_blank"&gt;http://hellopoetry.com/-duck/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50522291264</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50522291264</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 17:39:21 -0400</pubDate><category>duck</category><category>duckforpope</category><category>poetry</category><category>hellopoetry</category><category>sky</category><category>sea</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/5c33e4b4291bcfe755928544736ece0d/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo7_r2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0d24e8f9b5477960ad938e69a07d054d/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/90a6dd98c2846d797e8d4d608347617d/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1f361ef6cc3ac17eaaf17d1cd32356b7/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo5_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f64f703eaba9fc5d3bd059577e840478/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo8_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/6a73cfb9a25a4dd31bde81536e0c1a7c/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo3_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/965a34353f0ed2988356bf00f2515198/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo4_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/760c4fac0b323f0f6848b7a102626301/tumblr_mmgs0vVSdC1r549mqo6_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50471939440</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50471939440</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 23:20:28 -0400</pubDate><category>queen</category><category>florence and the machine</category></item><item><title>
What makes mothers all that they are?Might as well ask, “What...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d16a2c711ac9e4852621f7e54c6045e5/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0ce427d48e06084aedefbb7206191639/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo2_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f91ac7a0a733868d99ee8f849549beea/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo6_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/337e7f6fa01e7cae889b72e19f01d658/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo7_r2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/ea043754e6764a8cfec0743313a47650/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo9_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f871d45091bc79978a7e0646be0677c2/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo10_r2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/7783627e30d4b09120d5386ff902ab79/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo12_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/c0939e7a39839d93fb1c080395824c2d/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo13_r2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/da7d2fae199d5aa5f3cd2b1de2980839/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo3_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/56d29feeb82044e2c9e3e6185f37f5a5/tumblr_mmnferbKCX1r7qhgoo4_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;What makes mothers all that they are?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;Might as well ask, “What makes a star?”&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50260016710</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50260016710</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 10:46:26 -0400</pubDate><category>mothers' day</category><category>moms</category><category>disney</category><category>family</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>"Growing Up Wrong

You were not wrong in first grade
when Jordan Marshall gave you an ultimatum
and..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Growing Up Wrong&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You were not wrong in first grade&lt;br/&gt;
when Jordan Marshall gave you an ultimatum&lt;br/&gt;
and you chose to kiss him&lt;br/&gt;
so he would finally stop chasing you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You were not wrong in fifth grade&lt;br/&gt;
when you decided to explore your body&lt;br/&gt;
in ways no one would talk about,&lt;br/&gt;
even though your step-dad caught you&lt;br/&gt;
and taunted you.&lt;br/&gt;
You didn’t know what a lesbian was,&lt;br/&gt;
but the way his accusations danced around you&lt;br/&gt;
made you feel like it was the dirtiest thing you’d ever be called.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You were not wrong in sixth grade&lt;br/&gt;
when you wanted to go out with Derek Dunn,&lt;br/&gt;
and his response was to tell the entire grade&lt;br/&gt;
that you were too flat-chested,&lt;br/&gt;
so he’d fuck you and run.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You were not wrong in seventh grade&lt;br/&gt;
when you pushed your boyfriend away&lt;br/&gt;
every time he stuck his tongue in your mouth.&lt;br/&gt;
You were not a bad girlfriend&lt;br/&gt;
for trusting yourself more than you trusted him.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You were not wrong in eleventh grade&lt;br/&gt;
when you couldn’t stop thinking about Danielle Bakerson,&lt;br/&gt;
about how your entire life changed when you saw her in the school play,&lt;br/&gt;
even though your best friends abandoned you&lt;br/&gt;
and made sure you knew you were a “disgusting lesbian.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You were not wrong in your final teenage year&lt;br/&gt;
when you wanted to take your shirt off at the beach&lt;br/&gt;
and change your name to reflect your essence,&lt;br/&gt;
even though your childhood friends told you &lt;br/&gt;
they didn’t agree with who you were&lt;br/&gt;
as if your personhood were up for debate.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You have never been wrong,&lt;br/&gt;
for you have been taught that your body is not your own.&lt;br/&gt;
You have been cornered and poked and prodded and shamed.&lt;br/&gt;
You have been made to feel like you were made for someone else,&lt;br/&gt;
for anyone else,&lt;br/&gt;
for everyone else.&lt;br/&gt;
But darling,&lt;br/&gt;
you were made for you&lt;br/&gt;
and those who made you feel otherwise&lt;br/&gt;
have wronged you.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tyler Ford (&lt;a href="http://tylerthelatteboy.tumblr.com" target="_blank"&gt;tylerthelatteboy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For anyone who wants a personal, physical copy of this poem, it’s available on canvas panel in &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ThingsLeftUnsaid" target="_blank"&gt;my Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ThingsLeftUnsaid" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://tylerthelatteboy.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tylerthelatteboy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am sobbing. Sobbing…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatfemmeboy.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thatfemmeboy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50161733496</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50161733496</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 08:48:43 -0400</pubDate><category>tyler ford</category><category>trans</category><category>poetry</category><category>powerful</category><category>emotional</category><category>tw</category></item><item><title>Biggest lie told in schools: Bullying will not be tolerated.</title><description>Biggest lie told in schools: Bullying will not be tolerated. </description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50101642020</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50101642020</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 14:24:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness."</title><description>“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Virginia Woolf, &lt;em&gt;Selected Letters&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;violentwavesofemotion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50021892009</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/50021892009</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 13:22:56 -0400</pubDate><category>virginia woolf</category><category>poetry</category><category>thoughts</category><category>quote</category></item><item><title>
“Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/c56c8e6369d262639c45fd7ddeae13e8/tumblr_mlq0w1aNfw1qcruzoo1_r1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;“Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;- &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;small&gt;The Fault in Our Stars.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49860959193</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49860959193</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 12:21:32 -0400</pubDate><category>augustus waters</category><category>hazel grace</category><category>the fault in our stars</category><category>fan art</category><category>tfios</category><category>john green</category><category>okay</category></item><item><title>cosmiccrystals:

sweetupndown9:

These Women Are About To Tell...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z2ME8sR-bnY?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cosmiccrystals.tumblr.com/post/42972082640/sweetupndown9-these-women-are-about-to-tell-you" target="_blank"&gt;cosmiccrystals&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sweetupndown9.tumblr.com/post/42942735720/these-women-are-about-to-tell-you-some-things-that" target="_blank"&gt;sweetupndown9&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These Women Are About To Tell You Some Things That Are Absolutely None Of Your Business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Holy shit women on fire. This video gave me chills. If you do nothing at all today - watch this!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;this shit is fucking A+++++++++++++++++ omg perfection &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49472353734</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49472353734</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 19:57:27 -0400</pubDate><category>these women are about to tell you some things that are absolutely none of your business</category><category>sex</category><category>reproductive health</category><category>rape</category><category>abortion</category><category>feminism</category><category>feminist</category><category>Sexual Harassment</category><category>piercings</category><category>tattoos</category><category>beautiful</category><category>women</category><category>strong</category><category>this is my body</category><category>sexism</category><category>harassment</category><category>lgbt</category><category>respect</category><category>equality</category></item><item><title>"“Don’t you know that slavery was outlawed?”
“No,” the guard said, “you’re wrong. Slavery was..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;“Don’t you know that slavery was outlawed?”&lt;br/&gt;
“No,” the guard said, “you’re wrong. Slavery was outlawed with the exception of prisons. Slavery is legal in prisons.”&lt;br/&gt;
I looked it up and sure enough, she was right. The Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution says:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Well, that explained a lot of things. That explained why jails and prisons all over the country are filled to the brim with Black and Third World people, why so many Black people can’t find a job on the streets and are forced to survive the best way they know how. Once you’re in prison, there are  plenty of jobs, and, if you don’t want to work, they beat you up and throw you in a hole. If every state had to pay workers to do the jobs prisoners are forced to do, the salaries would amount to billions… Prisons are a profitable business. They are a way of legally perpetuating slavery. In every state more and more prisons are being built and even more are on the drawing board. Who are they for? They certainly aren’t planning to put white people in them. Prisons are part of this government’s genocidal war against Black and Third World people.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assata (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://michellehuxtable.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;michellehuxtable&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tell my students this every single semester. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://notesofanativesister.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;notesofanativesister&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49461310634</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49461310634</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 17:25:23 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/88f46d6692c6f1493e3f7c07643073c7/tumblr_mm2l7qLUUv1qa0x0do1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49352326974</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49352326974</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 07:21:47 -0400</pubDate><category>rape</category><category>rape culture</category><category>victim blaming</category><category>social media</category><category>victims</category><category>news media</category><category>survivors</category><category>crime</category><category>slut shaming</category></item><item><title>sandandglass:

Obama’s one-liners during his speech at the White...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/8e26bf15f5d7a07877860aac373ddf57/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bdd747a2f8c0745fcc006e746d3652d1/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/53bc4e2130dfe292403cd2a049bb3915/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2d95061187037d273d452ea00cfb2267/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/54fa50c9e09ee32102df624434c505dd/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o5_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/125f919fa5cd89d9b69d31332a62609b/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o6_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e7a198bce2f20415f07a922bb0a096dc/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o7_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5525f0b0f2d63abac7f8954380dea2d6/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o8_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/ae227bfe37765062aff8eb168c5ae046/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o10_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1e81379554beea6d8b0b807374706eb7/tumblr_mlysxdvPNe1qc8jh0o9_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sandandglass.tumblr.com/post/49085148915/obamas-one-liners-during-his-speech-at-the-white" target="_blank"&gt;sandandglass&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obama’s one-liners during his speech at the White House Correspondents Dinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49131772918</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49131772918</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2013 19:00:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a6c8b8ea3c0c9ac0cfc2a3459135cdfb/tumblr_mlvq1imYjy1rdiw7ao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49008768327</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/49008768327</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 10:48:51 -0400</pubDate><category>makeup</category><category>beautiful</category><category>eyeshadow</category><category>bright</category><category>fun</category><category>pink</category><category>blue</category><category>green</category></item><item><title>"When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional,..."</title><description>“When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stevie Nicks (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://birdofthesummer.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;birdofthesummer&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/48963855017</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/48963855017</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 19:46:00 -0400</pubDate><category>stevie nicks</category><category>feminism</category><category>sexism</category><category>being a woman</category><category>misogyny</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/c4179e4b66bb032c8575754747aa837b/tumblr_mlfdgqqgyr1qltuf1o3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/59604356f6a9e38970ba10d583003719/tumblr_mlfdgqqgyr1qltuf1o4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/eb3a946400aabeca5066ae77b5b87c58/tumblr_mlfdgqqgyr1qltuf1o1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4e60886e46c86e274991e84948c197df/tumblr_mlfdgqqgyr1qltuf1o2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/48847393286</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/48847393286</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 07:40:16 -0400</pubDate><category>nicki minaj</category><category>beautiful</category><category>sexy</category><category>blonde</category><category>woman</category><category>pink</category><category>angry</category><category>get out</category></item><item><title>tearsforqueers:

itsmeagan:




The original story of the little...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzq4o99Oki1qbyloqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzq4o99Oki1qbyloqo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tearsforqueers.tumblr.com/post/48838033238/itsmeagan-the-original-story-of-the-little" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;tearsforqueers&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;The artwork is too great not to reblog. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I want this painted on my wall.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;actually, it’s believed that hans christian anderson wrote this for a man who could not return his love, much like the prince’s lack of reciprocity for ariel’s feelings &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/48847211190</link><guid>http://thingsfromotherthings.tumblr.com/post/48847211190</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 07:34:47 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
