Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.
Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.
This is so incredibly precious, this actually makes me tear up with happiness!
In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood [sexual] victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest.
Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.
― Lundy Bancroft
(Male civilization will do anything and everything to shield men from accountability for their crimes.
Anonymous asked: Ok so? Yeah there's a few pretty south asian people in the media but in general y'all tend to be the ugliest group of people on earth lol, sheesh learn how to take a compliment. It's a good thing that your turned out pretty whilst being born into one of the ugliest races on the planet
srsly, please get your head outta your ass and look around. you’re honestly embarassing yourself, being a total tool.
like y’all white ppl got
you are beyond gone, my friend.
that’s not even a compliment!!!!! that’s some bullshit you’re throwing at me, or anyone else for that matter. if you think that’s a compliment, telling me i’m pretty “for a south asian” i’d rather your lame bitch ass keep it to yourself. if someone’s attractive, then they’re just that: attractive. not attractive for a…..
you forreal are just so ignorant and messed up, smfh i pity you. i don’t understand how ppl like you still exist on this earth w/ this fucked up mindset thinking you can go around and tell ppl that they’re pretty for a…… person. i don’t have to be WHITE or have WHITE mixed in me to be considered beautiful, nor does anyone else. fuck your norms and standards, and get your bitch ass off my blog, and don’t you dare come back w/ this bullshit.
intentionally mix up zelda and link mispronounce “anime” refer to anime as “japanese kids cartoons” pronounce pokemon as pokey-mon respond to everything they say with “oh yeah my baby brother likes that!”
I am a nerdy boy and I assure you the only reactions you would get from this are crying or outbursts of rage
you act like your tears aren’t EXACTLY what i want
An African-American film producer in Beverly Hills for an Emmy pre-party was handcuffed and detained for around six hours on Friday night as police believed he fit the description of a suspect in a nearby bank robbery.
Charles Belk said he left a restaurant alone to refill a parking meter when he was suddenly surrounded by six police cars “handcuffed very tightly, fully searched for weapons, and placed back on the curb,” he wrote on his Facebook page with an accompanying photo of him sitting on the curb as two police officers stand close by.
I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?