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Disney, Family, and Girls: Megan Greenwell @megreenwell after seeing 'get out' in a very white crowd, all of us cheering wildly for chris, i keep remembering this, from elif batuman's 'the idiot. recognize it and laugh. I found myself remembering the day in kindergarten whe the teachers showed us Dumbo: a Disney movie about a puny, weind looking circus elephant that everyone made fun of. As the story u- folded, I realized to my amazement that all the kids in the class, even the bullies, the ones who despised and tormented the weak and the ugly, were rooting against Dumbo's tormentors. Over and over thry laughed and cheered, both when Dumbo succeeded and when biu things happened to the bullies. But they're you, I thought to myel. How did they not know? They didn't know. It was astounding, im astounding truth. Everyone thougbt they were Dumbo. Again and again I saw the phenomenon repeated. The mosta trary and tyrannical girls, the ones who started secret clubs to ostr youstillhateblacktranswomen: feamir: ithelpstodream: bringing this one back When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didn’t make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzel’s real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didn’t get it! She didn’t see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldn’t stand to have her “love” portrayed as evil. And she didn’t see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothel’s dependency on rapunzel’s magic hair. It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil. “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.
Disney, Family, and Girls: Megan Greenwell
 @megreenwell
 after seeing 'get out' in a very white
 crowd, all of us cheering wildly for
 chris, i keep remembering this,
 from elif batuman's 'the idiot.
 recognize it and laugh.
 I found myself remembering the day in kindergarten whe
 the teachers showed us Dumbo: a Disney movie about a puny, weind
 looking circus elephant that everyone made fun of. As the story u-
 folded, I realized to my amazement that all the kids in the class, even
 the bullies, the ones who despised and tormented the weak and the
 ugly, were rooting against Dumbo's tormentors. Over and over thry
 laughed and cheered, both when Dumbo succeeded and when biu
 things happened to the bullies. But they're you, I thought to myel.
 How did they not know? They didn't know. It was astounding, im
 astounding truth. Everyone thougbt they were Dumbo.
 Again and again I saw the phenomenon repeated. The mosta
 trary and tyrannical girls, the ones who started secret clubs to ostr
youstillhateblacktranswomen:
feamir:

ithelpstodream:

bringing this one back

When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didn’t make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzel’s real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didn’t get it! 
She didn’t see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldn’t stand to have her “love” portrayed as evil. And she didn’t see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothel’s dependency on rapunzel’s magic hair. 
It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil. 

“everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.

youstillhateblacktranswomen: feamir: ithelpstodream: bringing this one back When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of...

Disney, Family, and Girls: Megan Greenwell @megreenwell after seeing 'get out' in a very white crowd, all of us cheering wildly for chris, i keep remembering this, from elif batuman's 'the idiot. recognize it and laugh. I found myself remembering the day in kindergarten whe the teachers showed us Dumbo: a Disney movie about a puny, weind looking circus elephant that everyone made fun of. As the story u- folded, I realized to my amazement that all the kids in the class, even the bullies, the ones who despised and tormented the weak and the ugly, were rooting against Dumbo's tormentors. Over and over thry laughed and cheered, both when Dumbo succeeded and when biu things happened to the bullies. But they're you, I thought to myel. How did they not know? They didn't know. It was astounding, im astounding truth. Everyone thougbt they were Dumbo. Again and again I saw the phenomenon repeated. The mosta trary and tyrannical girls, the ones who started secret clubs to ostr youstillhateblacktranswomen: feamir: ithelpstodream: bringing this one back When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didn’t make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzel’s real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didn’t get it! She didn’t see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldn’t stand to have her “love” portrayed as evil. And she didn’t see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothel’s dependency on rapunzel’s magic hair. It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil. “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.
Disney, Family, and Girls: Megan Greenwell
 @megreenwell
 after seeing 'get out' in a very white
 crowd, all of us cheering wildly for
 chris, i keep remembering this,
 from elif batuman's 'the idiot.
 recognize it and laugh.
 I found myself remembering the day in kindergarten whe
 the teachers showed us Dumbo: a Disney movie about a puny, weind
 looking circus elephant that everyone made fun of. As the story u-
 folded, I realized to my amazement that all the kids in the class, even
 the bullies, the ones who despised and tormented the weak and the
 ugly, were rooting against Dumbo's tormentors. Over and over thry
 laughed and cheered, both when Dumbo succeeded and when biu
 things happened to the bullies. But they're you, I thought to myel.
 How did they not know? They didn't know. It was astounding, im
 astounding truth. Everyone thougbt they were Dumbo.
 Again and again I saw the phenomenon repeated. The mosta
 trary and tyrannical girls, the ones who started secret clubs to ostr
youstillhateblacktranswomen:

feamir:

ithelpstodream:

bringing this one back

When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didn’t make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzel’s real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didn’t get it! 
She didn’t see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldn’t stand to have her “love” portrayed as evil. And she didn’t see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothel’s dependency on rapunzel’s magic hair. 
It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil. 

“everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.

youstillhateblacktranswomen: feamir: ithelpstodream: bringing this one back When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified o...

Bad, Drugs, and Food: The LAD Bible 2 hrs LADOIbi When you break out of prison and find out about McDonald's monopoly... 20th Century Fox Television WH Photography ldr Like Comment →Share Top Comments 12,516 shares Wentworth Miller Today I found myself the subject of an Internet meme. Not for the first time. This one, however, stands out from the rest. In 2010, semi-retired from acting, I was keeping a low-profile for a number of reasons. First and foremost, I was suicidal This is a subject I've since written about, spoken about, shared about. But at the time l suffered in silence. As so many do. The extent of my struggle known to very, very few. Ashamed and in pain, I considered myself damaged goods. And the voices in my head urged me down the path to self-destruction. Not for the first time. I've struggled with depression since childhood. It's a battle that's cost me time, opportunities, relationships, and a thousand sleepless nights In 2010, at the lowest point in my adult life, I was looking everywhere for relief/comfort/distraction. And I turned to food. It could have been anything Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. But eating became the one thing I could look forward to. Count on to get me through. There were stretches when the highlight of my week was a favorite meal and a nevw episode of TOP CHEF. Sometimes that was enough. Had to be. And I put on weight. Big f--king deal. One day, out for a hike in Los Angeles witha friend, we crossed paths with a film crew shooting a reality show. Unbeknownst to me, paparazzi were circling. They took my picture, and the photos were published alongside images of me from another time in my career. "Hunk To Chunk." "Fit To Flab." Etc. My mother has one of those "friends" who's always the first to bring you bad news. They clipped one of these articles from a popular national magazine and mailed it to her. She called me, concerned. In 2010, fighting for my mental health, it was the last thing I needed. Long story short, I survived. So do those pictures. I'm glad. Now, when I see that image of me in my red t shirt, a rare smile on my face, I am reminded of my struggle. My endurance and my perseverance in the face of all kinds of demons. Some within. Some without. Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist. Anyway. Still. Despite. The first time I saw this meme pop up in my social media feed, I have to admit, it hurt to breathe. But as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning. And the meaning I assign to this/my image is Strength. Healing. Forgiveness. Of myself and others. If you or someone you know is struggling, help is available. Reach out. Text. Send an email. Pick up the phone. Someone cares. They're waiting to hear from you. Much love . -W.M. drethelin: legally-bitchtastic: funniest-stuff: Great lesson in empathy, you never know what someone is going through. “And I put on weight. Big f–ing deal” is gonna be my new mantra Wentworth Miller is really good
Bad, Drugs, and Food: The LAD Bible
 2 hrs
 LADOIbi
 When you break out of prison and find out about McDonald's monopoly...
 20th Century Fox Television
 WH Photography
 ldr Like Comment →Share
 Top Comments
 12,516 shares

 Wentworth Miller
 Today I found myself the subject of an Internet
 meme. Not for the first time.
 This one, however, stands out from the rest.
 In 2010, semi-retired from acting, I was keeping a
 low-profile for a number of reasons.
 First and foremost, I was suicidal
 This is a subject I've since written about, spoken
 about, shared about.
 But at the time l suffered in silence. As so many
 do. The extent of my struggle known to very, very
 few.
 Ashamed and in pain, I considered myself
 damaged goods. And the voices in my head
 urged me down the path to self-destruction. Not
 for the first time.
 I've struggled with depression since childhood. It's
 a battle that's cost me time, opportunities,
 relationships, and a thousand sleepless nights

 In 2010, at the lowest point in my adult life, I was
 looking everywhere for relief/comfort/distraction.
 And I turned to food. It could have been anything
 Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. But eating became the one
 thing I could look forward to. Count on to get me
 through. There were stretches when the highlight
 of my week was a favorite meal and a nevw
 episode of TOP CHEF. Sometimes that was
 enough. Had to be.
 And I put on weight. Big f--king deal.
 One day, out for a hike in Los Angeles witha
 friend, we crossed paths with a film crew shooting
 a reality show. Unbeknownst to me, paparazzi
 were circling. They took my picture, and the
 photos were published alongside images of me
 from another time in my career. "Hunk To Chunk."
 "Fit To Flab." Etc.
 My mother has one of those "friends" who's
 always the first to bring you bad news. They
 clipped one of these articles from a popular
 national magazine and mailed it to her. She called
 me, concerned.
 In 2010, fighting for my mental health, it was the
 last thing I needed.

 Long story short, I survived.
 So do those pictures.
 I'm glad.
 Now, when I see that image of me in my red t
 shirt, a rare smile on my face, I am reminded of
 my struggle. My endurance and my perseverance
 in the face of all kinds of demons. Some within.
 Some without.
 Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I
 persist.
 Anyway. Still. Despite.
 The first time I saw this meme pop up in my social
 media feed, I have to admit, it hurt to breathe. But
 as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning.
 And the meaning I assign to this/my image is
 Strength. Healing. Forgiveness.
 Of myself and others.
 If you or someone you know is struggling, help is
 available. Reach out. Text. Send an email. Pick
 up the phone. Someone cares. They're waiting to
 hear from you. Much love . -W.M.
drethelin:

legally-bitchtastic:

funniest-stuff:
Great lesson in empathy, you never know what someone is going through.

“And I put on weight. Big f–ing deal” is gonna be my new mantra

Wentworth Miller is really good

drethelin: legally-bitchtastic: funniest-stuff: Great lesson in empathy, you never know what someone is going through. “And I put on weig...

Children, Life, and Love: Today......my daughter stole something. Yes, my sweet, perfect, and innocent little 4 year old girl took something from a store that she did not pay for..... Now, to be fair, this thing that she stole couldn’t have been more than a dollar....two dollars max, but I found myself conflicted about what to do. Should I let it slide like no big deal? Should I throw it away and simply tell her why that is wrong? Or......should I do the hard thing and be the parent even though I knew it would be hard, embarrassing, and emotionally difficult for my daughter? You see in 2018 we have too many parents that care too much about being their children’s friend. They care too much about shielding them from the real world and real consequences....... It’s not my job to be my daughters friend....it’s my job to be her PARENT! So we got in the car and went back to the store. I held my daughters hand as we walked back to the same cash register that we had just been to, and I stood by her as her little hand sat that tiny little toy back on the counter. I helped her deal with her little tears and walked her through the correct way of saying she was sorry and explaining why this was a big deal that can not be repeated. I watched as other people looked at us....and how some had some resentment towards me for doing this at all. I also watched as my daughter learned a lesson.....I watched as she grew just a little at that moment.....I watched her do the right thing! She won’t be little like this for long.....so I choose to love her enough to teach her what a good person is and does. I am a Father......a Daddy.....a Teacher✔️ The END *For my 4 year old daughter doing the right thing and standing up for what’s right......that little toy still came home with us. This time purchased the RIGHT way! daughter daddysgirl daily life truth
Children, Life, and Love: Today......my daughter stole something. Yes, my sweet, perfect, and innocent little 4 year old girl took something from a store that she did not pay for..... Now, to be fair, this thing that she stole couldn’t have been more than a dollar....two dollars max, but I found myself conflicted about what to do. Should I let it slide like no big deal? Should I throw it away and simply tell her why that is wrong? Or......should I do the hard thing and be the parent even though I knew it would be hard, embarrassing, and emotionally difficult for my daughter? You see in 2018 we have too many parents that care too much about being their children’s friend. They care too much about shielding them from the real world and real consequences....... It’s not my job to be my daughters friend....it’s my job to be her PARENT! So we got in the car and went back to the store. I held my daughters hand as we walked back to the same cash register that we had just been to, and I stood by her as her little hand sat that tiny little toy back on the counter. I helped her deal with her little tears and walked her through the correct way of saying she was sorry and explaining why this was a big deal that can not be repeated. I watched as other people looked at us....and how some had some resentment towards me for doing this at all. I also watched as my daughter learned a lesson.....I watched as she grew just a little at that moment.....I watched her do the right thing! She won’t be little like this for long.....so I choose to love her enough to teach her what a good person is and does. I am a Father......a Daddy.....a Teacher✔️ The END *For my 4 year old daughter doing the right thing and standing up for what’s right......that little toy still came home with us. This time purchased the RIGHT way! daughter daddysgirl daily life truth

Today......my daughter stole something. Yes, my sweet, perfect, and innocent little 4 year old girl took something from a store that she did...

Bad, Family, and Friends: I found myself reflecting on life this morning.... More specifically about how BIG life really is and how we forget that life can change in a moment. I thought about all the things that I thought were huge deals that weren’t and how what seemed like the end in sooo many ways during sooo many circumstances were just the beginning. I thought about a broken heart as a teenager and how I thought my life was over....😂😂😂 I thought about being fired from Sonic at 17 and that my professional career was over!😂😂😂 I’ve thought many times I’m not good enough and I honestly never will be.....I think we ALL do! I thought about my entire military career and how I truly thought that was it for me.....nothing wrong with it in any way, but that was truly the plan for 12 years....... Then in an instant.....it all changed and life had a different plan in store all together. I thought about friends and family that are no longer here. I thought about how unfair it all seems and thoughts of why them instead of me kick in.....I also thought about how much they would have loved to see what is happening. The point is simply this..... Life is fluid and ever changing! Sometimes it changes for the good and sometimes it changes for the bad......the point is to keep going! Where you are now (Good place or bad place) is EXACTLY where you are supposed to be and it’s preparing you for your next place and your next step! Take your chances, live in your moments, and LIVE YOUR LIFE!!! Trust me.....it’s worth it! -Graham🇺🇸 life real daily freedom blackriflecoffee tattoo
Bad, Family, and Friends: I found myself reflecting on life this morning.... More specifically about how BIG life really is and how we forget that life can change in a moment. I thought about all the things that I thought were huge deals that weren’t and how what seemed like the end in sooo many ways during sooo many circumstances were just the beginning. I thought about a broken heart as a teenager and how I thought my life was over....😂😂😂 I thought about being fired from Sonic at 17 and that my professional career was over!😂😂😂 I’ve thought many times I’m not good enough and I honestly never will be.....I think we ALL do! I thought about my entire military career and how I truly thought that was it for me.....nothing wrong with it in any way, but that was truly the plan for 12 years....... Then in an instant.....it all changed and life had a different plan in store all together. I thought about friends and family that are no longer here. I thought about how unfair it all seems and thoughts of why them instead of me kick in.....I also thought about how much they would have loved to see what is happening. The point is simply this..... Life is fluid and ever changing! Sometimes it changes for the good and sometimes it changes for the bad......the point is to keep going! Where you are now (Good place or bad place) is EXACTLY where you are supposed to be and it’s preparing you for your next place and your next step! Take your chances, live in your moments, and LIVE YOUR LIFE!!! Trust me.....it’s worth it! -Graham🇺🇸 life real daily freedom blackriflecoffee tattoo

I found myself reflecting on life this morning.... More specifically about how BIG life really is and how we forget that life can change in ...