veganvibez:

marannechan:

Some kids placed strong firecracker in the mouth of this animal and made sure he could not open it. The world is like this. To these kids it must have been a macabre fun for a few minutes and then they continued with their life like nothing happened.To this animal, his life ended during those minutes, with a pain so deep that is better to forget.If you are against the mistreatment of animals, share this so that more people see what we are capable to do and how inhumane we could be.Friends, I’m really sorry if this picture hurts you, I got hurt while posting too. I’m sharing this because of that I hope if some one near you tries to do these kind of things, you will at least try to tell them that this is really harsh. Will you?*Reblog* if you are against mistreatment of animals

everyone who reblogs this better be vegan because mistreatment of animals goes beyond mistreatment of just species recognized as “pets”.


oh my gosh…this make am me want to puke.
cute
"These are forms of male aggression that only women see. But even when men are afforded a front seat to harassment, they don’t always have the correct vantage point for recognizing the subtlety of its operation. Four years before the murders, I was sitting in a bar in Washington, D.C. with a male friend. Another young woman was alone at the bar when an older man scooted next to her. He was aggressive, wasted, and sitting too close, but she smiled curtly at his ramblings and laughed softly at his jokes as she patiently downed her drink. ‘Why is she humoring him?’ my friend asked me. ‘You would never do that.’ I was too embarrassed to say: ‘Because he looks scary’ and ‘I do it all the time.’

Women who have experienced this can recognize that placating these men is a rational choice, a form of self-defense to protect against setting off an aggressor. But to male bystanders, it often looks like a warm welcome, and that helps to shift blame in the public eye from the harasser and onto his target, who’s failed to respond with the type of masculine bravado that men more easily recognize."
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Why it’s so hard for men to see misogyny (via ethiopienne)

BOOOM.  Read this if you are a dude, please.

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Yesssssss.

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"If men’s kindnesses toward women were really only kindnesses, a man would be pleased if another man or woman offered these kindnesses to him. He would be pleased if another man or woman lit his cigarette or pulled out his chair for him. He would be pleased to derive his income, prestige, power and even his identity from his partner. He would take pride in another man’s or woman’s offer to walk him to his car at night. But in fact, “one of the very nasty things that can happen to a man is his being treated or seen as a woman, or womanlike." -
(Frye 1983, p. 136).”

Dee L.R. Graham (1995), Loving to Survive

(via quoilecanard)

Yeah!  This reality hit me a few months ago when a teenage boy at work said to another teenage boy, “ladies first!” in order to insult him.  Chivalry is not about respect or kindness.

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increduloss:

A friend of mine went to Paris, and this was outside of the apartment she was staying at. 😊🌺

👌
So, after training my replacement at the office for a couple days

I’m realizing how much I don’t want to leave because I like her so much as a person.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned her? I think I have, but she’s Italian and speaks English and German, as well. She’s almost 40, but so well-travelled and intelligent about world affairs. She’s lived in Switzerland (and Germany and Italy, obviously) and I just don’t want to stop talking to her.

I told her about my possible plans to move to France in the next 5 years or less, and she was telling me about the economy and taxes and the cost of living. She said a student visa would be the best way to go about it since, with that, I could move there without a job.

She’s so awesome, though. I’m really glad she’s my replacement. 😁

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vegan-vulcan:

klingondays:

fightingforanimals:

cumqueenxvx:

Once you go vegan, you’ll start to realize that everyone you know suddenly has an uncle who owns a farm

And nobody on tumblr ever goes to McDonalds or anywhere else that abuses animals, because they buy all their shit from their ‘local farm’.

And they all know a friend who tried to go vegan and almost died.

And they all have a degree in nutrition and a super rare disorder where they will die if they don’t eat big macs and pepperoni pizza

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lgbtqute:

anarcho-celt:

stay-human:

fallintoyourarmstonight:

All you need to know

I almost spit milk all over my keyboard. 

Isreal, UK and USA confirmed for ass hole states.

I am actually ashamed to be living here
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aloneveganreed:

rapunzelie:

chocolatemermaidya:

rapunzelie:

do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals

it’s called makeup

you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops

With long socks.

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Anonymous said: Weird question, but this is something my friend made me do once when we were bored and had nothing to say: Could you write a letter to your favourite food? (so like for me it'd be, Dear Spinach, I am sorry I was a dick to you when I was seven, I love you and you taste hella nice.) If you don't want to that's good too, I just wanted to see what other people would say

adviceforvegans:

THIS IS THE MOST FUN ASK I’VE EVER HAD, OH MY GOD! 

Dear tuna,

For 19 years, you and I had a beautiful relationship. You were there for me so often. You sustained me and provided for me. Then…I changed. It wasn’t you, it was me. I couldn’t do it any more. You and I, we just weren’t working out. I couldn’t live with the guilt, the sadness. You were a burden. You just weren’t making me happy any more. I’m sorry.

I still see you sometimes. I smell your familiar scent or I see you sat on my kitchen counter. We had some good times. But things change. I changed. 

I’m sorry if you felt betrayed when you saw me with the tin of chickpeas. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. Chickpeas just fulfil me in a way that you never could. I have all the benefits from chickpeas but without that god awful guilt. I hope that you can accept this. 

I know that you spend time with my mum and even my cats. I wish you wouldn’t. It’s only harder for the two of us. 

I wish you well, tuna. 

Yours Sincerely,

Mary

This was adorable.

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