On the left we have the lyrics from Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines. On the right we rape survivors participating in Project Unbreakable, showing the various things that were said to them by their rapist.
i think this is the most powerful photoset i’ve ever seen on tumblr.
Reblogging until you understand why this song is so vile
The Magic Begins → Favorite Patronus
Hermione Granger’s Patronus, the otterHermione’s Patronus is an otter, Rowling’s favourite animal. In Brian Jacques’ Redwall series, otters are depicted as kind, intelligent creatures on land and sea. However, when it comes to defending their abbey home, they are fierce and strong warriors. [x]
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her."
— Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via golden-notes)
However it originated, though, the usage of “because-noun” (and of “because-adjective” and “because-gerund”) is one of those distinctly of-the-Internet, by-the-Internet movements of language. It conveys focus (linguist Gretchen McCulloch: “It means something like ‘I’m so busy being totally absorbed by X that I don’t need to explain further, and you should know about this because it’s a completely valid incredibly important thing to be doing’”). It conveys brevity (Carey: “It has a snappy, jocular feel, with a syntactic jolt that allows long explanations to be forgone” “It has a snappy, jocular feel, with a syntactic jolt that allows long explanations to be forgone”).
But it also conveys a certain universality. When I say, for example, “The talks broke down because politics,” I’m not just describing a circumstance. I’m also describing a category. I’m making grand and yet ironized claims, announcing a situation and commenting on that situation at the same time. I’m offering an explanation and rolling my eyes — and I’m able to do it with one little word. Because variety. Because Internet. Because language.
Reblogging. Because linguistics.
I’d say that’s a hell of a spoopy crack in my pumpkin.
UPDATE: A KID JUST CAME BY AND POINTED AT THE PUMPKIN SAYING “PWISONOH ZEWO HAS ESCAPED PWISONOH ZEWO HAS ESCAPED” AND I GAVE HIM LIKE 25 PACKETS OF M&MS
UHM HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT
WELL THAT TOOK ALL OF TWO SECONDS TO REBLOG. HOLY SHIT I CAN’T EVEN. I. CAN. NOT. EVEN.
I would have sex with this music.
I wasn’t going to reblog it because I thought I reblogged too much Doctor Who music and there are only so many times you can reblog I am the Doctor but NOPE I WAS WRONG THERE ARE NEVER TOO MANY TIMES TO REBLOG IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S LIKE THIS
SALVATION HAS COME