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No matter how much madder it may make you, get out of bed forcing a smile. You may not smile because you are cheerful; but if you will force yourself to smile, you’ll end up laughing. You will be cheerful because you smile. Repeated experiments prove that when man assumes the facial expressions of a given mental mood — any given mood — then that mental mood itself will follow.

Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.

In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:

“The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.”

In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.

PBS: Language as Prejudice - Myth #6: Women Talk Too Much (via misandry-mermaid)

The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mood of happiness, but in allowing happiness to change its form without being disappointed by the change; for happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up.

meajoraswrath:

Someone can be asexual and not aromantic. Just because someone isn’t having sex doesn’t mean they can’t have a romantic relationship.

Someone can be aromantic but not asexual. Not all sex has to have romance attached to it.

Someone can be both aromantic and asexual and still have a fulfilling life because to assume someone needs to be in a relationship and/or have sex in order to be happy is really shitty.

Imagine your girlfriend taking photographs of you, not selfies, not “outfit of the day”, no Instagram bullshit. Actual photos. When you wake up, when you look at her, when you’re making love, when you’re cooking, when you’re taking a shower. Imagine if your girlfriend did that. This is a person who loves creating a visual documentation of the person she loves. You would cry at every picture she took because you know it’ll be purer than any other visual representation of yourself.
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On this special day, i wish you all the very best, all the joy you can ever have and may you be blessed abundantly today, tomorrow and the days to come! May you have a fantastic birthday and many more to come… HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you’re not going to be very happy. If someone bases his happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to Paris, that person isn’t going to be happy much of the time. If, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness.

Loneliness has been a stale white shirt crumpled
at the far end of the desert,
and I hope you don’t wear it for too long.
You make me so brave, even from a distance.
I wish my heart could grow arms to embrace you at night,
I wish that it could hang with one arm loose at your neck
and one wrapped around your waist
as you slept,
like a tangled cape.
I wish there were a way for me to manifest this as a tangible thing -
even an ornamental cat, or a lost earring, but the only thing there is
is you and me,
and sometimes it’s nearly enough.
Don’t feel lonely too hard or too long. You walk
like love, dressed in dark, blundering and strong,
and I hope you keep it up.
you walk like love | ishani jasmin  (via invisibees)

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I remember the first boy I kissed after you.
I wish I hadn’t.

As he was moving over me I thought about you
and how these were not your hands nor your lips
and how he didn’t know how to navigate my body
into the familiar orbit of limbs that I had come to know,
How to trace my face with his hand like he meant it
while looking into my “fucking beautiful green eyes”.
He didn’t know what color my eyes were
but his obligations told him I was beautiful
and I have never felt less so.

I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t help but choke
on the scent that was not yours.
I would know, because I’ve kept your shirt
behind my pillow for some months now.
It’s starting to smell like me, but thats okay,
because some days I still smell you in my skin.

He probably mistook my cringing for a smile
but you never had to wonder.
I didn’t want to look, even in the darkness
and maybe that made it easier,
because I can scarcely remember his face.
I do remember yours the day I left though,
and I remember that I had sworn this time,
I would not waste myself on careless company.
That after you, I would not rush to fill the void.

But I sit here
and can’t recall the color of his eyes.

09.08.14 sincerely-conscience some things never change
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