You have this kind of pull, like gravity.
I’m so lucky that I fell into your orbit.

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Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say ‘going through the motions’—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind.

This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.

Leslie Jamison, “The Empathy Exams” (via The Believer)

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The idea to display the pets inside the store started in Singapore as a collaboration between Ikea and two animal shelters, according to Business Insider. Together they formed the project Home for Hope.

Find out which state in the United States will be adopting rescue pet displays in Ikea stores here.

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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch, Sustainable Landscape Construction (via funeralfaerie)

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RIP Supreme Court

(source Advocate)

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Ruth Bader Ginsburg Writes Scathing 35-Page Dissent In Birth Control Case ›

my favorite justice 

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.

Jonathan Carroll (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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David Levithan, Every Day

Do not tell me
I am “tiny”
like it is the most wonderful compliment,
like you are offering me a crown,
here she comes,
a socially acceptable size,
kneel at her dainty feet and twig-like thighs.
I want to fill the room.
I want to expand and absorb everything
in my path.
I want to be strong,
I want to be powerful,
I do not want to be tiny.

Michelle K., It’s Amazing What the Years Change. (via michellekpoems)

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Red Son Wonder Woman, by Gerald Parel

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Dogs man … just, dogs


You all need to have this on your dash :D

*-* I love dogs

joie de vivre

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