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Guided by the Light of the Moon


We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.

"I don’t want my ears pierced."

"I don’t want any earrings."

The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.

She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”

Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’

We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.

Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’

Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.

Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.

No means no, yeah, right.

Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”


from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

(via k-pagination)


Stopped by his star.


You know, if you watch the lion king closely, you can find a lot of simbalism.


In the show, Lucy visits the doctor and discovers she is pregnant. She is all set to tell Ricky when he comes home that afternoon, but he is called back to the club before she has the chance. She finally decides to visit the nightclub that evening and give Ricky the news during the middle of his show. Ricky is just finishing a musical number when the maître d hands him a note.

Ricky walks from table to table singing “Rock-A-Bye Baby” and asking each couple, “Was it you?” While he’s doing this, Lucy comes in and sits down at an empty table. When he gets to the table where Lucy is sitting, he gives her a pantomime, “Hi”, between the words of the song and jokingly asks, “You?” Lucy slowly nods her head, “Yes.” Ricky gives her a wink, walking away as he sings the next verse of the song and suddenly he does a tremendous double take and rushes back to Lucy’s side.

On the night of the filming, Lucy and Desi got to this point in acting out the script. And then, the strange thing happened. Suddenly, they remembered their own real emotions when they discovered at last they were going to be parents. And both of them began crying. It was one of the most touching moments I have ever seen.
-Jess Oppenheimer, producer and head writer of I Love Lucy 

If this story doesn’t make you tear up a little, it’s okay. I’m sure the wizard will give you a heart. I’d like to point out they had numerous miscarriages before they finally had their first child.







No, but what gets me in this movie

is that every woman is beautiful to Giselle.

Women who wear suits and aren’t cute and petite. Women with wide hips and large rear ends and small breasts. Women who are black and white and every other ethnicity she came across, I’m sure. Women with straight hair and natural hair and grey hair. Older women and middle-aged women and young women.

Everyone is beautiful to Giselle. There’s no reason anyone wouldn’t be beautiful. There’s no reason beauty should ever be just one thing, that being a princess should ever be just one thing.

Everyone is a princess to Giselle, and if one of the princesses politely corrected her and said they were a prince she’d probably nod earnestly and talk about how dashing and handsome they looked too.



"I don’t care
if you messed up today
or if you mess up tomorrow
or if things didn’t go as planned
and you didn’t win all of your battles
this is not a straight road
this is not an easy journey
so I don’t care
what I do care about is you
and your health
and you are trying
and you are strong
so don’t let today stop you
let it help you to learn
because things won’t always be easy
but you will get there
you will recover."

(via wanderess-nomad)


1. Contrary to popular belief, waking up early isn’t going to drastically alter your life or effect how you’re feeling. So sleep till noon and relish in the way laying in bed all day makes you feel a little more human.

2. Drinking your coffee ‘black’ doesn’t make you cooler or more sophisticated than the rest of us who load in milk and sugar.

3. Being unimpressed by everything makes you look like a twat. Get excited, be overly passionate about something. Enthusiasm is fun.

4. Hating yourself isn’t romantic.

5. Eat whatever you want. your friend’s a vegan? Awesome. Listen to her talk about how great she feels because of it while you tuck in to some chocolate cake. Tell her you feel just as great.


More Reminders- Charlotte Geier (via aquilum)


shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes

A. Anne. Ang. Angie. Angel. Angela. 19.

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