Hello, my name is imi .。.:*・°☆

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Thu, 23 May 2013 06:32:54 +0100

5-nin-de-arashi:

abyarashi:

treasurewisesilliness:

princesstamii:

s-nn-mero:

Japan > Everywhere else

OMG! *m*

This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.

It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.

Reblogging again for THIS ↑↑↑↑

THIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE POST I’VE SEEN ON TUMBLR

Ah I need to go there so bad <3

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"When I wake up just before dawn and hear the throbbing voices of birds as they echo against the..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:11:50 +0100

“When I wake up just before dawn and hear the throbbing voices of birds as they echo against the silence, I am overpowered by yearning. When I ride in the dark on stark roads through dry, bald hills, I ache with desperate longing. I don’t know what I am longing for, maybe for some place of my own within these images, some place where I fit, instead of being the one human being still awake, the only thing moving across the hills in the arid darkness. Maybe that ache is loneliness. I haven’t found a name for the feeling yet, nor do I know exactly what awakes in me. But instinct warns me that it is too potent for me, that my soul is on the verge of cracking when I feel it that way. I cannot handle the sheer power of those wild emotions by myself. I have to find some way to share them. That is why I write. It’s instinctive. I just have to—because it is awake like lava in my blood, and sustains me.”

- Rachel Corrie, Let Me Stand Alone

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Wed, 22 May 2013 21:49:17 +0100

flower by likethestar

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Wed, 22 May 2013 19:38:41 +0100

http://salement.tumblr.com/post/17661751234

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Wed, 22 May 2013 17:27:42 +0100

"I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 15:16:35 +0100

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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

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- I don’t want to be a feminist anymore.

helloitsimi: I really really love this outfit （　´∀｀）☆

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:05:59 +0100

helloitsimi:

I really really love this outfit （　´∀｀）☆

jeronimoloco: #colors of #sunrise #singapore #sky #clouds #sea...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:55:01 +0100

jeronimoloco:

#colors of #sunrise #singapore #sky #clouds #sea #sgmemory #nofilter (at Wak hassan)

"For women, getting angry is socially unacceptable, even when the anger is over violence,..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:44:07 +0100

““For women, getting angry is socially unacceptable, even when the anger is over violence, discrimination, misogyny, and other forms of oppression. Anger is unacceptable because angry women are women in touch with their passion and power, especially in relation to men, which threatens the entire patriarchal order. It’s unacceptable because it forces men to confront the reality of male privilege and women’s oppression and their involvement in it, even if only as passive beneficiaries. Women’s anger challenges men to acknowledge attempts to trivialize oppression with “I was only kidding.” And women’s anger is unacceptable to men who look to women to take care of them, to prop up their need to feel in control, and to support them in their competition with other men. When women are less than gracious and good-humored about their own oppression, men often feel uncomfortable, embarrassed, at a loss, and therefore vulnerable.””

- Allan G. Johnson

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Wed, 22 May 2013 06:33:01 +0100

Sakura (by 8RUC3)

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mynameispronounceda-il-sa: Another part of our incredibly...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:49:29 +0100

mynameispronounceda-il-sa:

Another part of our incredibly productive revision session… Sorry for the faces I pull… You can hear Sylvie’s voice a lot more - her blog is alas-i-cannot-gym, and she’s lovely, you should all follow her - her blog is the colour of her guitar :)

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Hello, my name is imi .。.:*・°☆

otataki: 5-nin-de-arashi: abyarashi: treasurewisesilliness: p...

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"When I wake up just before dawn and hear the throbbing voices of birds as they echo against the..."

flower by likethestar

http://salement.tumblr.com/post/17661751234

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"I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my..."

helloitsimi: I really really love this outfit （ ´∀｀）☆

jeronimoloco: #colors of #sunrise #singapore #sky #clouds #sea...

"For women, getting angry is socially unacceptable, even when the anger is over violence,..."

Sakura (by 8RUC3)

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mynameispronounceda-il-sa: Another part of our incredibly...

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helloitsimi: I really really love this outfit （　´∀｀）☆