slavicinferno:

Chinese doctors bowing down to a 11 year old boy diagnosed with brain cancer who managed to save several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated in shortly before his death.

slavicinferno:

Chinese doctors bowing down to a 11 year old boy diagnosed with brain cancer who managed to save several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated in shortly before his death.

(Source: reddit.com)

finnickanniefannied:

i just want a someone to see me and go “yes” and keep thinking “yes” for a very long time

dellgrl04:

obsessedwithspn:

let’s face it - you’re either a dick person or a cock person, and it’s pretty unbearable to read a fanfic with the wrong expletive describing a penis

Oh my GOD

givinginandsigningup:

drawingblanksclassic:

rape-and-pillaging-the-internet:

twowhovianhearts:

jacksgettingfitter:

This is my nephew. Just in case it escaped your attention, he is dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.Yesterday I was out for lunch with some of my family, including my nephew who I hadn’t seen for a few months. He was very excited to see me and I was him.As soon as we sat in the restaurant, he started pulling out some princess figurines (which he had amusingly named Rihanna and Gaga), and he was explaining to me how beautiful they were. He told me he wished he could be as beautiful as them even though he was a boy.This kind of comment was nothing new for him.After we all started eating, I noticed he was facing away from us. He turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek and refused to say what was wrong. This was very out of character for him. He was usually so attention seeking and theatrical, and incredibly intelligent for his age.After a while he put his head into his arms on the table and started crying a lot more. I leaned into him and asked what was wrong again.He whispered really quietly to me “I don’t want to be weird.”I responded to him saying “Weird? I’m weird. Weird is good, weird is different!”"But I don’t want to be different, it’s wrong," he replied through tear-stained fingers.Angry, I started “Let me tell you what’s wrong. You are five years old and people are already telling you what you should and shouldn’t say. Or what you should and shouldn’t wear. You’re crying because somebody decided what boys are supposed to do and what girls are supposed to do, and nobody should differ from that. Well, let me tell you a little something about normal…It used to be normal to laugh at people because they had different coloured skin. It used to be normal to bully somebody if they were a boy and they loved another boy, or a girl who loved another girl. It used to be normal to pick on someone for being too fat or too skinny. It used to be normal to pick on different, and the worst part is that a lot of that stuff is still going on.Why would you want to be normal, you’re extraordinary! If anybody tells you that you can’t be a beautiful princess, you put on that fucking dress because you are beautiful and you are a little weird, but nobody normal ever made a fucking bit of difference in the world. You wear whatever the hell you want, and like whatever the hell you like, because it’s people like you that are going to make a real, lasting change.
The world needs a lot more weird and a lot less normal.”And he understood exactly what I meant. He lunged in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek before uttering under his breath “What does ‘fucking’ mean?”I love that kid more than I’ve ever loved anything. Don’t make his generation fight our battles. Shaming of every variety needs to end now, we should be celebrating different, not condemning it. Not just for society as it is now, but for society as it will be.How many more tears do we need our children to cry?

YOU ARE A HERO AND I LOVE YOU


Toughen up or act normal.  It’s simple.

Excuse me, but I have a really,  REALLY hard time believing that he wasn’t led to this by someone in his family pushing it on him. Kids that age are mostly seeking approval. If he’s carrying around dolls named Rhianna and Gaga, how does he know those names? You’re telling me he chose to seek out those singers on his own? I can guarantee that someone is shoving shame for being a boy onto him somewhere in his home. Five year olds are not old enough to even process what a gender role is. So as much as a question as it should be about how he got the idea in his head that he might not be normal,  you need to honestly ask if someone told him being a boy meant he’d grow up to hate women, cause wars, oppress everyone in the world, and that he couldn’t be attractive as a boy. That’s what some feminism shit does, is fundamentally fucks up boys by telling them they’re going to grow up to be evil

Could you please stop reading too much into this in an attempt to turn this into your own fucking pet political issues.

givinginandsigningup:

drawingblanksclassic:

rape-and-pillaging-the-internet:

twowhovianhearts:

jacksgettingfitter:

This is my nephew. Just in case it escaped your attention, he is dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Yesterday I was out for lunch with some of my family, including my nephew who I hadn’t seen for a few months. He was very excited to see me and I was him.

As soon as we sat in the restaurant, he started pulling out some princess figurines (which he had amusingly named Rihanna and Gaga), and he was explaining to me how beautiful they were. He told me he wished he could be as beautiful as them even though he was a boy.

This kind of comment was nothing new for him.

After we all started eating, I noticed he was facing away from us. He turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek and refused to say what was wrong. This was very out of character for him. He was usually so attention seeking and theatrical, and incredibly intelligent for his age.

After a while he put his head into his arms on the table and started crying a lot more. I leaned into him and asked what was wrong again.

He whispered really quietly to me “I don’t want to be weird.”

I responded to him saying “Weird? I’m weird. Weird is good, weird is different!”

"But I don’t want to be different, it’s wrong," he replied through tear-stained fingers.

Angry, I started “Let me tell you what’s wrong. You are five years old and people are already telling you what you should and shouldn’t say. Or what you should and shouldn’t wear. You’re crying because somebody decided what boys are supposed to do and what girls are supposed to do, and nobody should differ from that. Well, let me tell you a little something about normal…

It used to be normal to laugh at people because they had different coloured skin. It used to be normal to bully somebody if they were a boy and they loved another boy, or a girl who loved another girl. It used to be normal to pick on someone for being too fat or too skinny. It used to be normal to pick on different, and the worst part is that a lot of that stuff is still going on.

Why would you want to be normal, you’re extraordinary! If anybody tells you that you can’t be a beautiful princess, you put on that fucking dress because you are beautiful and you are a little weird, but nobody normal ever made a fucking bit of difference in the world. You wear whatever the hell you want, and like whatever the hell you like, because it’s people like you that are going to make a real, lasting change.


The world needs a lot more weird and a lot less normal.”

And he understood exactly what I meant. He lunged in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek before uttering under his breath “What does ‘fucking’ mean?”

I love that kid more than I’ve ever loved anything. Don’t make his generation fight our battles.

Shaming of every variety needs to end now, we should be celebrating different, not condemning it. Not just for society as it is now, but for society as it will be.
How many more tears do we need our children to cry?





YOU ARE A HERO AND I LOVE YOU

Toughen up or act normal. It’s simple.

Excuse me, but I have a really, REALLY hard time believing that he wasn’t led to this by someone in his family pushing it on him. Kids that age are mostly seeking approval. If he’s carrying around dolls named Rhianna and Gaga, how does he know those names? You’re telling me he chose to seek out those singers on his own? I can guarantee that someone is shoving shame for being a boy onto him somewhere in his home. Five year olds are not old enough to even process what a gender role is. So as much as a question as it should be about how he got the idea in his head that he might not be normal, you need to honestly ask if someone told him being a boy meant he’d grow up to hate women, cause wars, oppress everyone in the world, and that he couldn’t be attractive as a boy. That’s what some feminism shit does, is fundamentally fucks up boys by telling them they’re going to grow up to be evil

Could you please stop reading too much into this in an attempt to turn this into your own fucking pet political issues.

How to Draw

loveyouheichou:

1. You have no talent

2. Mr. Tentacles has all the talent

3. If you are lucky, some of Mr. Tentacles’ talent may rub off on you