barefoot wondering
I'm British.
28.
Figuring it out.
a london girl living in wales.
an English and Media teacher.
i like blurry photos. cobblestoned streets. fields of long grass. sarcasm. funny people. feminism. independent artists. and beetroot sandwiches.
All photos that aren't mine can be clicked on.
All the photos that are mine can't.
My other blog: rhian caroline
I’m not going to ask you to stop whatever you’re doing and reblog this. But it would mean a lot if you did. This says so much…
This is from one of VG’s (Norwegian newspaper) TV commercials. It’s one of the most powerful commercials I have ever seen.
This is a powerful ad. You would not believe how “normal” relationships with domestic violence look from the outside.
This is so true and disturbing.
“In terms of purposefully trying to create humour in a novel that is fundamentally tragic, for an audience that is mostly YA, I struggle with. I struggle with it because the empty platitudes that are trying so hard to be subverted in this novel, are still being created. It is still suggesting there can be lightness and humour within the terminally dark - and it is suggesting it to people who have never experienced the terminally dark.”
My full The Fault In Our Stars review is heeeeere.
SHIIIIITTTTTTT. *SHRILL FANGIRL SCREAMING!!!!!*
The Internet has already made this.
(Source: how-ood)
The twin boys were identical in every way but one. Wyatt was a girl to the core, and now lives as one, with the help of a brave, loving family and a path-breaking doctor’s care.
It’s 4 am and somebody needs to explain why I decided to drink coffee at 8pm and why Lilly married James and not Snape.
These things (literally) keep me up at night.
very many - the middle east.
Whilst I would never suggest my syndrome is a ‘woman’s issue’ (especially with a dad that has M.E.) this little fact here:
“Chronic fatigue syndrome is four times more likely to affect women than men”
really makes me want to say a lot of stuff about disrespect for the fatigue we live with, for being told ‘oh it’s that time of the month!’, for being treated by a lot of medical professionals as though we were Victorian women suffering from ‘nerves’. I don’t talk a lot of my illness- it is as much a part of me as my blue eyes, but this article is worth reading. Especially for douchebags who still insist it is a mental illness.

