Remember this as the face that launched 1000 ships

Hi, I'm Vicky. This is my F*cked up fairyale and I wouldn't have it any other way.

omgbuglen:

An inflatable lawn tent. Imagine laying in this while it’s raining.

omgbuglen:

An inflatable lawn tent. Imagine laying in this while it’s raining.

(via fuuckkofff)

nerdloftstore:

ATTACK ON TUMBLR
Nerd Loft has opened and in honor of this event we are starting an ATTACK ON TUMBLR! Giveaway!
RULES:
ONLY ONE REBLOG WILL COUNT FOR A BALLOT, BUT YOU CAN REBLOG MULTIPLE TIMES
FOLLOWERS GET 2 EXTRA BALLOTS ENTERED
LIKES DO NOT COUNT.
GIVE AWAY ENDS SEPTEMBER 2nd.
OPEN INTERNATIONALLY
4 LUCKY WINNERS WILL WIN THEIR CHOICE OF ONE OF THE FOLLOWING: 
ATTACK ON TITAN CADET NECKLACE
ATTACK ON TITAN RECON NECKLACE
THE UNRELEASED ATTACK ON TITAN GARRISON NECKLACE
THE UNRELEASED ATTACK ON TITAN MILITARY POLICE NECKLACE
ONE GRAND PRIZE WINNER WILL WIN THEIR CHOICE OF ANY “NERD LOFT” PRODUCT!
Winners will be notified by Ask/submit box on Sept 2nd, please keep your ask open. Winners will also be posted here on Nerd Loft’s tumblr. We will ship anywhere you are to get you your prize!
Good Luck!

nerdloftstore:

ATTACK ON TUMBLR

Nerd Loft has opened and in honor of this event we are starting an ATTACK ON TUMBLR! Giveaway!

RULES:

  1. ONLY ONE REBLOG WILL COUNT FOR A BALLOT, BUT YOU CAN REBLOG MULTIPLE TIMES
  2. FOLLOWERS GET 2 EXTRA BALLOTS ENTERED
  3. LIKES DO NOT COUNT.
  4. GIVE AWAY ENDS SEPTEMBER 2nd.
  5. OPEN INTERNATIONALLY

4 LUCKY WINNERS WILL WIN THEIR CHOICE OF ONE OF THE FOLLOWING: 

  • ATTACK ON TITAN CADET NECKLACE
  • ATTACK ON TITAN RECON NECKLACE
  • THE UNRELEASED ATTACK ON TITAN GARRISON NECKLACE
  • THE UNRELEASED ATTACK ON TITAN MILITARY POLICE NECKLACE

ONE GRAND PRIZE WINNER WILL WIN THEIR CHOICE OF ANY “NERD LOFT” PRODUCT!


Winners will be notified by Ask/submit box on Sept 2nd, please keep your ask open. Winners will also be posted here on Nerd Loft’s tumblr. We will ship anywhere you are to get you your prize!

Good Luck!

(via brokenblackrabbit)


The gaping flame-filled crater has been this way since 1971, when Soviet geologists tapped into a cavern of natural gas and decided to burn it off so it wouldn’t poison anyone. They thought it would take a few days. Four decades later, locals refer to this pit as the Door to Hell.
Greek Mythology… how I love you…
How many people actually know what To Write Love On Her Arms actually is? To Write Love on Her Arms (TWLOHA) is an American non-profit organization which aims to present hope for people struggling with self injury, suicide, depression, and addiction. It is a great organization and I recommend that If you are looking to join something with substantial meaning, this would be a good choice.

How many people actually know what To Write Love On Her Arms actually is? To Write Love on Her Arms (TWLOHA) is an American non-profit organization which aims to present hope for people struggling with self injury, suicide, depression, and addiction. It is a great organization and I recommend that If you are looking to join something with substantial meaning, this would be a good choice.

Something that never fails to bother me seems to be the cookie-cutter gender roles in which everyone around me tries to keep themselves falling into. If a man cries, why should anyone see him as any less masculine? If a girl wears comfortable clothes why she’s considered any less beautiful? 

To start, what it seems the norm for gender expression has become is the expectation that girls must be graceful and petite and guys should be tough, and emotionless. However, this is only one of the more recent developments, but in the past it only made sense for those values to stick. Women used to stay home and remain healthy so they could give birth and tend to any children running around the house and the men had to go out to provide and do manual labor which their bodies were better suited for anyway. Men went off to work every morning to provide for their families while the wives would stay home and cook, clean and take care of the children. “Not only was the wife always in a dress and high heels, but she was also in a constant state of happiness.” (Fredericks)

        Recently though, those roles are no longer needed because times have certainly changed. Women have fought for their own rights to become equals with men, and no longer stay at home, and are no longer seen as helpless; or are they? Nevertheless, older traditions still remain strong through all of the current changes. 

One instance in which this is very true would be the presence of the gay and lesbian. It’s slowly but surely becoming okay for them to be themselves, however there are still the older generations who object to this, as expected. But can someone answer me this, why is it that whenever something pops up in the news that isn’t the ordinary, being straight couples and conformity, it becomes controversial and a spectacle? Is it really that bizarre, and if so maybe one should come to expect that from a group labeled as “queer” and learn to accept this. 

Over the weekend I experienced something that I have never openly experienced before whilst walking around a pretty urban area with one of my best friends (who just so happens to be gay). We were talking to some teenagers that lived around the area, and one boy turned around and asked my friend whether he was gay or not; when my friend replied saying he was the other boy remarked “Oh, I’m just going to stay away from you then,” and walked to the other side of the group. Not only is that an almost barbaric viewpoint to have in modern America, but it is downright vaniloquence to out right say ‘I don’t accept your lifestyle to the point that I won’t stand next to you.’ Who is to say that a gay person is any less manly than a straight person? Is it because some gays just happen to be flamboyant, because if that is the case, me being a pretty huge tomboy is probable cause to call me a lesbian. 

The younger generation, such as my own, is caught up in all the new devices and gadgets to experience a new age of insensitivity (but technology destroying the emotions of todays youth is talk for another day) and being fed the stereotypes while blocking out anything that might be different or come from the outside. 

As a team, factors such as Music, TV, and very outdated cultural tradition contribute to gender identity being forced onto children in ways that should not be done, taking away their freedom to explore and become their own person easily. The fight to be an individual is long and hard, and paved with many obstacles presented as assumptions by those who do not understand their own beliefs. What exactly is masculine or feminine? Apart from genitalia, is there even a such thing? I don’t exactly know, Why doesn’t someone tell me…
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If you dont believe that what I am saying is still present today, try this activity. Take this list of adjectives and nouns, match them to either male, female, or neutral according to which they seem to mesh best with or pertain to more; and See what I am talking about. 
-Doctor
-Nurse
-Strong
-Beautiful
-Athletic
-Emotional
-Independent
-aggressive
- Handsome
- Soft
- Hero
…….There are many, many more…..

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Something that never fails to bother me seems to be the cookie-cutter gender roles in which everyone around me tries to keep themselves falling into. If a man cries, why should anyone see him as any less masculine? If a girl wears comfortable clothes why she’s considered any less beautiful?

To start, what it seems the norm for gender expression has become is the expectation that girls must be graceful and petite and guys should be tough, and emotionless. However, this is only one of the more recent developments, but in the past it only made sense for those values to stick. Women used to stay home and remain healthy so they could give birth and tend to any children running around the house and the men had to go out to provide and do manual labor which their bodies were better suited for anyway. Men went off to work every morning to provide for their families while the wives would stay home and cook, clean and take care of the children. “Not only was the wife always in a dress and high heels, but she was also in a constant state of happiness.” (Fredericks)

Recently though, those roles are no longer needed because times have certainly changed. Women have fought for their own rights to become equals with men, and no longer stay at home, and are no longer seen as helpless; or are they? Nevertheless, older traditions still remain strong through all of the current changes.

One instance in which this is very true would be the presence of the gay and lesbian. It’s slowly but surely becoming okay for them to be themselves, however there are still the older generations who object to this, as expected. But can someone answer me this, why is it that whenever something pops up in the news that isn’t the ordinary, being straight couples and conformity, it becomes controversial and a spectacle? Is it really that bizarre, and if so maybe one should come to expect that from a group labeled as “queer” and learn to accept this.

Over the weekend I experienced something that I have never openly experienced before whilst walking around a pretty urban area with one of my best friends (who just so happens to be gay). We were talking to some teenagers that lived around the area, and one boy turned around and asked my friend whether he was gay or not; when my friend replied saying he was the other boy remarked “Oh, I’m just going to stay away from you then,” and walked to the other side of the group. Not only is that an almost barbaric viewpoint to have in modern America, but it is downright vaniloquence to out right say ‘I don’t accept your lifestyle to the point that I won’t stand next to you.’ Who is to say that a gay person is any less manly than a straight person? Is it because some gays just happen to be flamboyant, because if that is the case, me being a pretty huge tomboy is probable cause to call me a lesbian.

The younger generation, such as my own, is caught up in all the new devices and gadgets to experience a new age of insensitivity (but technology destroying the emotions of todays youth is talk for another day) and being fed the stereotypes while blocking out anything that might be different or come from the outside.

As a team, factors such as Music, TV, and very outdated cultural tradition contribute to gender identity being forced onto children in ways that should not be done, taking away their freedom to explore and become their own person easily. The fight to be an individual is long and hard, and paved with many obstacles presented as assumptions by those who do not understand their own beliefs. What exactly is masculine or feminine? Apart from genitalia, is there even a such thing? I don’t exactly know, Why doesn’t someone tell me…
_____________________________________________________

If you dont believe that what I am saying is still present today, try this activity. Take this list of adjectives and nouns, match them to either male, female, or neutral according to which they seem to mesh best with or pertain to more; and See what I am talking about.
-Doctor
-Nurse
-Strong
-Beautiful
-Athletic
-Emotional
-Independent
-aggressive
- Handsome
- Soft
- Hero
…….There are many, many more…..

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After a good two and a half-or-so years of battling with anorexia on and off, I am proud to have overcome most signs of the disease and I’m completely fine speaking out and advocating against it. I have swung from a size two, to double zero, then to a five, a one, and back to a zero, and now I am in a comfortable and healthy size one/two for my height. 

           It seems like an out of body experience when I try talking about those times, almost like I am referring to a friend or family member, because I have grown so far the other direction that I can’t understand why I ever allowed myself to get that bad. It doesn’t seem like that person could’ve been me, because I’m a control freak, and falling into an eating disorder is definitely not being in control. At first maybe it is, but then it becomes the disorder controlling you. 

           I am so glad that I am out of that terrible repetitive cycle and that somebody noticed and stepped in, I knew I had an issue, but i would rather have the issue then be healthy. I kept a journal for a short period of time before I got help, hopefully this shows how out of control and powerless someone in that situation feels. It took about 1 hour to convert so I could copy and paste this document, but reading it now; it doesn’t even seem real to me that I could’ve written half of it. 
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December 5th 2009
Sometimes I just don’t know what’s wrong with me. I spend so much time each day looking at myself in the mirror, analyzing every single little thing I hate about myself, picking on every little detail and flaw about myself, and believe me, there’s A LOT. My eyes are too big, I’m too pale, my skin is terrible, my mouth is too big, my nose is ugly, my cheeks are fat, and of course, I myself am too fat. Every day, I spend at least most of the day thinking about how much I would give to not look like this, and the rest trying to hide it. I drag through most days feeling like im going to pass out I have strange and scary urges to take a ton of my mom’s hydrozycut pills every time I pass the kitchen, and I would give anything to be skinny.  I hate every aspect of myself, my personality, my voice, but mostly my appearance.  For the last 2 weeks,  I’ve been starving myself so much, and when I get to the point where I absolutely need to eat, I eat carrots or celery because they have so few calories, that they actually burn more calories from eating them then they contain.  Yet I still remain like this; this hideous, fat, ugly thing that I can’t escape. I stole my mom’s zentrex-3; a diet formula and I take it every day. I eat half of my breakfast in the morning so I can go for the rest of the day not eating some days because my mom makes me now. I tell my mom I buy lunch every day at school, obviously not though; I’d just gain tons of weight if I actually ate. Most days I come home and open a packet of ramen, dump everything out of it, and leave the wrappers out, so my mom doesn’t force me to eat that night. I come home from school dizzy and with a headache, I know what it’s from, and honestly I don’t care if its bad for me, as long as it makes me look skinnier. My friends always tell me I’m not fat, or that I’m pretty, but I know that’s a load of crap, they know something’s up with me and some comment, but trust me; im never going back to the way I was.  Sure guys hit on me and try to convince me im not fat, but guys my age seem to do anything for girls to let them in their pants.  But of course the starving doesn’t work, because I’m too weak to push through it, I fold and eat something, and just stay fat, or get fatter. I’d do just about anything to look beautiful, but anything just doesn’t seem to be working….
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It is pretty strange for me to read that again, because reading over it now brings back the feeling in a way, but at least now I can understand how insane i sounded. I was killing myself and didn’t care, and now I am back, and trying to take down places like PrettyThin.com, mianaland.com, and HouseofThin.com. which motivated me and many other people to keep up with these terrible impulses. They need to be stopped, and I am proud to not be that person anymore, and no one should have encouragement to feel the way I did, like these sick twisted websites are doing. They have recently been court ordered to put suicide prevention links on the sites, but to me, that is not enough justice at all, they need to be stopped.

After a good two and a half-or-so years of battling with anorexia on and off, I am proud to have overcome most signs of the disease and I’m completely fine speaking out and advocating against it. I have swung from a size two, to double zero, then to a five, a one, and back to a zero, and now I am in a comfortable and healthy size one/two for my height.

It seems like an out of body experience when I try talking about those times, almost like I am referring to a friend or family member, because I have grown so far the other direction that I can’t understand why I ever allowed myself to get that bad. It doesn’t seem like that person could’ve been me, because I’m a control freak, and falling into an eating disorder is definitely not being in control. At first maybe it is, but then it becomes the disorder controlling you.

I am so glad that I am out of that terrible repetitive cycle and that somebody noticed and stepped in, I knew I had an issue, but i would rather have the issue then be healthy. I kept a journal for a short period of time before I got help, hopefully this shows how out of control and powerless someone in that situation feels. It took about 1 hour to convert so I could copy and paste this document, but reading it now; it doesn’t even seem real to me that I could’ve written half of it.
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December 5th 2009
Sometimes I just don’t know what’s wrong with me. I spend so much time each day looking at myself in the mirror, analyzing every single little thing I hate about myself, picking on every little detail and flaw about myself, and believe me, there’s A LOT. My eyes are too big, I’m too pale, my skin is terrible, my mouth is too big, my nose is ugly, my cheeks are fat, and of course, I myself am too fat. Every day, I spend at least most of the day thinking about how much I would give to not look like this, and the rest trying to hide it. I drag through most days feeling like im going to pass out I have strange and scary urges to take a ton of my mom’s hydrozycut pills every time I pass the kitchen, and I would give anything to be skinny. I hate every aspect of myself, my personality, my voice, but mostly my appearance. For the last 2 weeks, I’ve been starving myself so much, and when I get to the point where I absolutely need to eat, I eat carrots or celery because they have so few calories, that they actually burn more calories from eating them then they contain. Yet I still remain like this; this hideous, fat, ugly thing that I can’t escape. I stole my mom’s zentrex-3; a diet formula and I take it every day. I eat half of my breakfast in the morning so I can go for the rest of the day not eating some days because my mom makes me now. I tell my mom I buy lunch every day at school, obviously not though; I’d just gain tons of weight if I actually ate. Most days I come home and open a packet of ramen, dump everything out of it, and leave the wrappers out, so my mom doesn’t force me to eat that night. I come home from school dizzy and with a headache, I know what it’s from, and honestly I don’t care if its bad for me, as long as it makes me look skinnier. My friends always tell me I’m not fat, or that I’m pretty, but I know that’s a load of crap, they know something’s up with me and some comment, but trust me; im never going back to the way I was. Sure guys hit on me and try to convince me im not fat, but guys my age seem to do anything for girls to let them in their pants. But of course the starving doesn’t work, because I’m too weak to push through it, I fold and eat something, and just stay fat, or get fatter. I’d do just about anything to look beautiful, but anything just doesn’t seem to be working….
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It is pretty strange for me to read that again, because reading over it now brings back the feeling in a way, but at least now I can understand how insane i sounded. I was killing myself and didn’t care, and now I am back, and trying to take down places like PrettyThin.com, mianaland.com, and HouseofThin.com. which motivated me and many other people to keep up with these terrible impulses. They need to be stopped, and I am proud to not be that person anymore, and no one should have encouragement to feel the way I did, like these sick twisted websites are doing. They have recently been court ordered to put suicide prevention links on the sites, but to me, that is not enough justice at all, they need to be stopped.

I am the Story Teller












Walk between the fantasy,My distortion and reality,When will you come to see,The chain that keeps us from getting free?Tied to this ice-glazed land,In your pocket is a bottle of sand,Pull it out; It will lend you a hand,It is sand of sleeping; I’ll be damned.Freedom is fatal, Fall as you try,I stole your wings, Now you can’t fly.
Truth is honest, But it is better to lie,Resistance is futile, Now you can die.Life is torture, I release you to hell,Jump off the moon, We can say you fell,
Rejection by the stars, Now the truth I should yell,Life is your story book, for only me to tell…                                                  By Vicky HiltonDedicated to a good friend of mine 

©Copyright 2009 Victoria M. Hilton all rights reserved Family Friend Poems Publishing Inc.
I am the Story Teller

Walk between the fantasy,
My distortion and reality,
When will you come to see,
The chain that keeps us from getting free?
Tied to this ice-glazed land,
In your pocket is a bottle of sand,
Pull it out; It will lend you a hand,
It is sand of sleeping; I’ll be damned.
Freedom is fatal, Fall as you try,
I stole your wings, Now you can’t fly.
Truth is honest, But it is better to lie,
Resistance is futile, Now you can die.
Life is torture, I release you to hell,
Jump off the moon, We can say you fell,
Rejection by the stars, Now the truth I should yell,
Life is your story book, for only me to tell…
                   

                               By Vicky Hilton

Dedicated to a good friend of mine

©Copyright 2009 Victoria M. Hilton all rights reserved Family Friend Poems Publishing Inc.