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But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day/Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Apr 24

I’m talking with a boy. He’s at that age when the edges of the man he will become are just starting to press against his baby-round face. He’s got his first opinions and ideas and jokes, which are horrible, because there is nothing that boys his age love more than corny jokes. There is a whole industry of knock-knock-joke books for boys this age. Everything about him is gangly; his voice and his limbs fit awkwardly, like hand-me-downs. He’s young enough that his smile is easy, and he is the kind of boy who finds reasons to smile in everything: the cracking of his voice, a fire-engine siren, the fact that a grown-up is talking to him and listening to what he says. When I talk with kids like this, our conversations always seem to go the same way:

“So you’re telling me these are all the books published last year for kids?” they ask me. “That’s a lot of books. That’s more books than I could read in a year.”

There was something missing. I saw that these characters, these lives, were not mine.

“Yep, it’s a few thousand.”

“And in all of those thousands of books, I’m just not in them?”

“Well…um…yes.”

“Are there books about talking animals?”

“Oh, sure.”

“And crazy magical futures?”

“Absolutely.”

“And superpowers? And the olden days when people dressed funny? And all the combinations of those things? Like talking animals with superpowers in magical futures … but no me?”

“No you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re brown.”

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I work in education and we discuss literacy rates and the “education gap” a lot. A LOT. But a huge factor no one considers is that students don’t see themselves represented in the content used to teach them. If you want children to feel connected with what they learn, stop forcing them to memorize books and stories in a “cannon” that only ostracizes them.

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It’s Hardly Noticable: Photographs That Represent the Feeling of Anxiety

Photographer John William Keedy has had to deal with an anxiety disorder for some nine years now. Never feeling like he quite fit in, and at times so nervous around crowds that he would only go to the grocery store when he was certain it was empty, he’s intimately familiar with the type of neurotic behavior a condition like his can encourage.

His photo series It’s Hardly Noticeable is an exploration of these neurotic, obsessive and strange behaviors that manifest as part of anxiety-based mental disorders.

The series also takes a long hard look at normalcy, and what it means to be normal.

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oh man, i literally said what the fuck these photos are distressing me and started scrolling past them really fast until i saw the title of the piece. that’s so strange. like i really got anxious, especially the milk one. damn.

The milk one stressed me out too. Ugh anxiety.


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oh man, what would it be like if i didn’t have migraines all the time? if i wasn’t happy when they fell on weekends so at least i didn’t miss school? if i didn’t occasionally wake up surprised that i didn’t have one? if i didn’t have to keep prescription meds on me at all times? if i wasn’t worried about missing important events ‘cause i’d be in bed vomiting? if i didn’t have to talk to every professor and negotiate accommodations? if i didn’t have to decide between potentially having a 3-day migraine or taking meds and feeling drowsy and out of it for the next few (sometimes super important) hours? if i wasn’t constantly trying to figure out what my triggers were to add to a seemingly never-ending list? if i didn’t feel anxious about traveling? if i didn’t worry about how to disclose this stuff to an employer and how that would affect my work? if i didn’t have to constantly reschedule doctor/dentist/therapy appointments, meetings, dates, and hangouts with friends? if i didn’t feel like i was making up some kind of excuse every time i called in sick to work or missed a deadline or was absent in class or ~flaked out~ on a thing? hmmmm…

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A flower for you, my lady.

Sloths are what happens when coconuts come alive

That…that is the best descriptions of sloths ever.

aww

wondurs:

trebaolofarabia:

amanderegg:

rawtranquility:

A flower for you, my lady.

Sloths are what happens when coconuts come alive

That…that is the best descriptions of sloths ever.

aww

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buckangel:

Amazing beautiful photos of trans women from Paris 1960s. Check out the whole article here.

This is actually the cutest damn picture ever. Those cheeky smiles are perfection. 

lavenderlabia:

buckangel:

Amazing beautiful photos of trans women from Paris 1960s. Check out the whole article here.

This is actually the cutest damn picture ever. Those cheeky smiles are perfection. 

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