Text 29 Dec 1 note To all 56 followers of mine…

PLEASE FOLLOW MY OTHER BLOG:
www.mynauticalfantasy.tumblr.com
I DO NOT USE THIS ONE ANYMORE.

Text 21 Nov Guise. Srsly.

IF YOU FOLLOW THIS BLOG, I DO NOT USE IT ANYMORE. I USE MY SECONDARY ACCOUNT: www.mynauticalfantasy.tumblr.com
IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE FOLLOWING ME, PLEASE CLICK THAT LINK RIGHT THERE AND FOLLOW THAT ACCOUNT. PLEASE AND THANK YOU, LOVELIES.

Text 2 Oct Followers

I do not use this blog anymore, so if you wanna follow still: www.mynauticalfantasy.tumblr.com
Kay. Thank you all

Photo 8 Jun 53,446 notes ohmybrolden:

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Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, MeredithWe put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. Love, God Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this.

TEARS.

Excuse me while my heart explodes

literally in tears right now


;A;

Awww ;w;

:’3

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ohmybrolden:

askvalex:

twilight-psycho:

hamsterinmypants:

white—washed:

freshcountryair:

tyleroakley:

do-not-toy-with-my-emotions:

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: 

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. 

I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. 

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: 

Dear Meredith, 

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away. 

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. 

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. 

Love, God 

Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this.

TEARS.

Excuse me while my heart explodes

literally in tears right now

;A;

Awww ;w;

:’3

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Photo 17 May 76,651 notes stfuconservatives:

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trubr0wn:

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[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]
staghunts:

“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this. 

I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER. 

i will always reblog this. because if this woman were white, the mass-erasure of this image and story would not be happening. and that just speaks volumes to me. the bigotry that contributes to this woman’s constant harassment is the same bigotry that led to the erasure of this story in order to ‘protect’ this man. they are COMPLETELY connected. this is a vicious cycle that perpetuates anti-blackness and the degradation and silencing of black women and women of color as a whole.

oh look trubr0wn just deployed more truth bombs.

i am the truth bomb terrorist.

FUCK YOU TUMBLR. I will reblog this every god damn twelve hours. You will NOT erase this woman’s story just because HONY is a bigot who is full of shit. Tumblr staff is full of shit. They are ALL full of shit. And fuck every single one of you shitty people for thinking that you’re going to win. You will NOT.
Hey this disappeared off my tumblr how strange
anyway, here it is again, supporting this lovely lady who has to put up with this crap just because she exists and goes outside, and to call shame on a society that would actually force her to put her arm around the creep who just upped his price after she told him that she wouldn’t whore for him
Here it is, calling attention to the FACT that the aggressor, the perpetrator of this outrage was the one protected, and the victim is just supposed to disappear
To that I say no
no
Open season on Black women is OVER.

I’m going to back up my Tumblr.
But I just want to see if Tumblr will ignore the e-mail I just wrote to them getting unwanted messages by users I’ve told to leave me alone and will send me another e-mail about “violating copyright,” if not try to delete my blog for reblogging this picture and story that needs to be seen and heard.
I’m not claiming ownership of anything, BTW.  Picture, story behind the picture, and the erasure of the picture copyrighted2012 by humansofnewyork.tumblr.com .  And reblogging this picture has an educational reason behind it — to show how black women are dehumanized, and then silenced if they ever speak out.

Tumblr deleted this post from everyone’s blog. Here it is again. And people have saved copies to their computers, including me. Story’s not going away. The internet is forever.
-Jess


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stfuconservatives:

cruelyouth:

ceepolk:

thinkspeakstress:

trubr0wn:

invisibleblackunicorn:

trubr0wn:

madamethursday:

[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]

staghunts:

“This one is very serious, guys:

I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”

“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.

“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 

“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 

Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 

“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.

As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.

When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”

“It happens a lot?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”

“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.

“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”

Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*

Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this. 

I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER. 

i will always reblog this. because if this woman were white, the mass-erasure of this image and story would not be happening. and that just speaks volumes to me. the bigotry that contributes to this woman’s constant harassment is the same bigotry that led to the erasure of this story in order to ‘protect’ this man. they are COMPLETELY connected. this is a vicious cycle that perpetuates anti-blackness and the degradation and silencing of black women and women of color as a whole.

oh look trubr0wn just deployed more truth bombs.

i am the truth bomb terrorist.

FUCK YOU TUMBLR. I will reblog this every god damn twelve hours. You will NOT erase this woman’s story just because HONY is a bigot who is full of shit. Tumblr staff is full of shit. They are ALL full of shit. And fuck every single one of you shitty people for thinking that you’re going to win. You will NOT.

Hey this disappeared off my tumblr how strange

anyway, here it is again, supporting this lovely lady who has to put up with this crap just because she exists and goes outside, and to call shame on a society that would actually force her to put her arm around the creep who just upped his price after she told him that she wouldn’t whore for him

Here it is, calling attention to the FACT that the aggressor, the perpetrator of this outrage was the one protected, and the victim is just supposed to disappear

To that I say no

no

Open season on Black women is OVER.

I’m going to back up my Tumblr.

But I just want to see if Tumblr will ignore the e-mail I just wrote to them getting unwanted messages by users I’ve told to leave me alone and will send me another e-mail about “violating copyright,” if not try to delete my blog for reblogging this picture and story that needs to be seen and heard.

I’m not claiming ownership of anything, BTW.  Picture, story behind the picture, and the erasure of the picture copyrighted2012 by humansofnewyork.tumblr.com .  And reblogging this picture has an educational reason behind it — to show how black women are dehumanized, and then silenced if they ever speak out.

Tumblr deleted this post from everyone’s blog. Here it is again. And people have saved copies to their computers, including me. Story’s not going away. The internet is forever.

-Jess

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Photo 14 May 395,314 notes panem-hogwarts-dauntless:

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:THIS DESERVES A BILLION FUCKING NOTES.
OMG. I am not ever not reblogging this. People need to be heard. 

Everytime I will reblog. People NEED to see this.

Forever reblog.

READ THIS. Take a few seconds, and just read this. Then reblog it. Then think about it hard.

I would honestly rather this on my blog than a bunch of meaningless pictures of fruit

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o-ptimistic

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absolutelylaughable:

:THIS DESERVES A BILLION FUCKING NOTES.

OMG. I am not ever not reblogging this. People need to be heard. 

Everytime I will reblog. People NEED to see this.

Forever reblog.

READ THIS. Take a few seconds, and just read this. Then reblog it. Then think about it hard.

I would honestly rather this on my blog than a bunch of meaningless pictures of fruit

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Link 22 Apr 90,614 notes Catch Me If You Can: Cross what you have done/is true»

Cross what you have done/is true

Appearance

  • I have/had piercings besides the ears.
  • I want piercings besides the ears.
  • I have a scar.
  • I tan easily.
  • I wish my hair was a different color.
  • I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
  • I have/want a tattoo.
  • I can be self-conscious about my appearance.
  • I have/had braces
  • I have more than two piercings.

Embarrassment

  • Disney movies still make me cry sometimes.
  • I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
  • I’ve glued my hand to something.
  • I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose
  • I’ve had my pants rip in public.
  • I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health

  • I’ve gotten stitches.
  • I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.
  • I’ve had my tonsils removed.
  • I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
  • I’ve had chicken pox.

Travel

  • I’ve been to Florida.
  • I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day.
  • I’ve been on a plane.
  • I’ve been to California.
  • I’ve been to Asia.
  • I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
  • I’ve been to Vanuatu or the Mystery Islands.
  • I’ve been to the Caribbean.
  • I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences

  • I’ve gotten lost in my city.
  • I’ve seen a shooting star.
  • I’ve wished on a shooting star.
  • I’ve seen a meteor shower.
  • I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
  • I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
  • I’ve slapped someone.
  • I’ve kissed someone underwater.
  • I’ve chugged something.
  • I’ve crashed a car.
  • I’ve been skiing.
  • I’ve been in a musical.
  • I’ve auditioned for something.
  • I’ve been on stage.
  • I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
  • I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
  • I’ve pranked someone.
  • I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

  • I’ve been threatened to be arrested.
  • I’ve broken a law.
  • I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.
  • I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
  • I’ve snuck out.
  • I’ve lied about my whereabouts.
  • I’ve cheated while playing a game.
  • I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death

  • I’m afraid of dying.
  • I hate funerals.
  • I’ve seen someone/something die.
  • Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.
  • I have attempted suicide.
  • I’ve thought about suicide before.
  • I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism

  • I own over 5 rap CD’s.
  • I’m obsessed with anime/manga.
  • I collected comic books.
  • I own a lot of makeup.
  • I own something from Pac Sun.
  • I own something from The Gap.
  • I own something I got on E-Bay.
  • I own something from Abercrombie.
  • I thrive on compliments.
  • I thrive on hate.

Random

  • I can sing low key.
  • I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
  • I open up to others easily.
  • I watch the news occasionally or always.
  • I don’t like to kill bugs.
  • I sing in the shower.
  • I’m a morning person.
  • I’m a sports fanatic.
  • I twirl my hair.
  • I care about grammar.
  • I love to spam friends.
  • I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.
  • I bake well.
  • My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.
  • I would wear pajamas to school.
  • I like Martha Stewart.
  • I laugh at my own jokes.
  • I eat fast food weekly.
  • I’ve not turned something in and still got an A in a certain class.
  • I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.
  • I’m really ticklish.
  • I like white chocolate.
  • I bite/used to bite my nails.
  • I’m good at remembering names.
  • I’m good at remembering dates.
  • I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People

  • ..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.
  • ..called me fat.
  • ..have said I’m skinny.
  • ..have said I’m ugly.
  • ..have said I’m pretty.
  • ..have spread rumors about me.
  • ..force me to eat.
  • ..say I eat too much.
  • ..say I eat too little.

Eating

  • I’ve lost weight.
  • I’ve gained weight.
  • I’m at my thinnest.
  • I’m at my biggest.
  • I’ve lost weight and kept it off.
  • I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.
  • My weight affects my mood.
  • I diet.
  • I’m vegan/vegetarian.
  • I exercise.
  • I’ve fainted from exhaustion.

Family

  • I’ve sworn at my parents.
  • I’ve planned to run away from home before.
  • I’ve run away from home.
  • I have a sibling less than one year old.
  • I want kids in the future.
  • I’ve had kids.
  • I’ve lost a child.

Relationships

  • I’m engaged.
  • I’m married.
  • I’m single.
  • I’ve gone on a blind date.
  • I have/had a friend with benefits.
  • I miss someone right now.
  • I have a fear of abandonment.
  • I’ve gotten divorced.
  • I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back
  • Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.
  • I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
  • I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
  • I’m a cuddler.
  • I’ve been kissed in the rain.
  • I’ve hugged a stranger.
  • I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

  • I regularly drink.
  • I can’t swallow pills
  • I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.
  • I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point.
  • I have/had anxiety problems.
  • I shut others out when I’m upset.
  • I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset about something personal.
  • I have taken/take anti-depressants.
  • I’ve slept an entire day before.
  • I’ve plotted revenge.

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Photo 16 Apr 5,018 notes dolliecrave:

Faith in a christian point of view, is to have a good opinion of God.

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dolliecrave:

Faith in a christian point of view, is to have a good opinion of God.

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Photo 14 Mar 3 notes seasoneddopeness:

REBLOG: IF YOU WOULD ANSWER

seasoneddopeness:

REBLOG: IF YOU WOULD ANSWER

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