1. 10:58 30th Jul 2014

    Notes: 31143

    Reblogged from japhers

    Art tips:


    Just draw the damn hands.  Stop ending them at stumps at the wrist. Stop hiding them behind someone’s back.  Draw them.  Yeah, you’re probably bad at them, guess what? Everyone is.  And you’re not going to get better by not drawing them.

    So draw the damn hands.

  2. 10:57

    Notes: 99517

    Reblogged from cutepandita


    enough about sex positions has anyone discovered a reading position which doesn’t get uncomfortable after 5 minutes

  3. 10:57

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    Reblogged from ichasethatfeeling

    Tags: 2 Broke Girlsgifsgifsetbasically


    The American collegiate system in one gif set

    (Source: sandandglass)

  4. 10:49

    Notes: 974

    Reblogged from gravity-fallsconfessions




    My ex-wife still misses me…but her aim is gettin’ better!

    Her aim is gettin’ better!

    Y’see, it’s funny because marriage is terrible.

  5. 10:49

    Notes: 224859

    Reblogged from cutepandita


    my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words 

  6. graphitetroll:

    "Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"







    Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, "Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"

    I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.

    I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”

    Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.

    Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.

    It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.

    It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.

    Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:

    Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.

    Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.

    Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.

    Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”

    TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:

    1. You do not respect their rights as an individual.
    2. You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.
    3. You probably haven’t been listening to them.

    Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.

    Part of me is really excited to see that the original post got 200 notes because holy crap 200 notes, and part of me is really saddened that something so negative has resonated with so many people.

    "I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me "

    “’You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?’”

    I found these quotes particularly interesting. OP’s mother refused to listen when she tried to talk about her depression, but snooped through her things to see if she was depressed.

    It’s amazing to me that parents need to be told something that I GUARANTEE they experienced themselves. This is something that predates text messaging. You search your child’s room for drugs, and they will find a better hiding place for anything they may be worried about you finding - even if it’s as innocuous as candy. You try to snoop on their phone conversations with their boyfriend, and they will 1) Find a different way to communicate with him, and 2) Never communicate with YOU about their boyfriend.

    My parents doing this shit to me didn’t make me stop doing it and didn’t make me respect them any more. All it did was make me better at sneaking around.

  7. 06:12

    Notes: 68506

    Reblogged from graphitetroll


    a reminder to please please please let me know if i’ve been gross or something because forreal

    the struggle to unlearn shit is real as fuck and i make mistakes

    i’m not perfect and i still do gross shit and i’m working on being a better person and creating safe places for people

    i see so many posts that are like “ahhh a friend of mine did something gross and i don’t know how to tell them” like if i’m ever that person please let me know

    (Source: princxporkchop)

  8. 06:12

    Notes: 19234

    Reblogged from babebraham

    image: Download

  9. 05:49

    Notes: 1

    I’m watching one of Louis C.K.’s live shows on Netflix, and he’s doing this bit about a time he went to the airport.

    For those of you who don’t know, my parents are divorced. They’d been divorced ever since I was 5 years old, and when my mom’s side of the family decided to relocate from Minnesota to Arizona, she went with them. I think I was 7, by that time.

    Because of child custody laws or some such thing, three times a year, I had to visit my dad, my stepmom, and my stepsister. Naturally, my little sister and I did this by flying there. By ourselves. (it was really hard for my mom, but it got easier as we got older)

    Now, a few years ago, my little sister and I (much older; I was an adult and I THINK she was a teenager) got seated next to a 6-year-old kid, whose family was an aisle across from us. His mom told us “If he talks too much, just tell him to be quiet.”

    He DID talk quite a bit…but only because he had NOTHING to entertain himself. So you all know, it takes just under 3 hours to get from Minnesota to Arizona or vice versa. 

    Little Sister and I felt SO AWFUL for this kid; he had NOTHING to entertain himself for that amount of time! I gave him pages from my sketchbook for him to draw on, I remember, and my sister talked to him a lot. (his family didn’t even thank us for entertaining their son for 3 hours, which we DIDN’T HAVE TO DO)

    Thing is, when Mom tearfully sent me and my little sister to our dad’s when I was 8 and she was 5, she packed our little backpacks FULL of things to keep us entertained for 3 hours, and THEN some.

    Seeing Louis C.K.’s bit reminded me I just wanted to tell this story. But more than that, I wanted to give some advice.

    For any parents who might be following me who’ll have to take their children flying on a plane: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE bring along things to entertain your children! You can’t really expect them to just sleep for 3 hours or more! They will be bored to tears otherwise!