What does this say about me?
Today I was accused of doing laundry for fun.
While I don’t consider this activity fun,
It is a thing that sadly gives me pleasure.
Neatly folded sheets and towels,
shirts and socks with their edges just so..
Folding and pressing and smoothing wrinkles. I think I may have grown up to be a rather dreary old woman.
"People that grow up and get old were born that way!" - The Bishops Wife.
6:27 pm • 29 December 2013 • 4 notes
if jack jack can represent the world/christmas, this is how I feel right now.
(Source: jack-jack-attacks, via betweentheglossandreality)
11:40 pm • 24 December 2013 • 138,651 notes
Earlier this year I found out about the inhumane and abusive circumstances that exist in sweatshops where workers make much of the clothing we buy in malls, department stores, and online. My heart broke when I found out that the money I’ve spent on my own wardrobe has gone to companies that profit from exploiting children as young as 11 in sometimes life-threatening working conditions, and I made up my mind to do something about it!
I decided to start a project that would make it easier for people to shop ethically. The idea is, if we stop giving our money to corrupt brands, and start supporting ethical brands, then the tide will change and manufacturers will be forced to change with the trend. My goal was to create a comprehensive directory of ethically made fashion brands, an expansive archive of alleged culprits and sweatshop busts, and an up-to-date feed of the best trends and bargains ethical fashion has to offer. It has taken countless hours of research, but Black T-Shirt Campaign’s website is up and running - a one-stop shop for all of the easy ways the average person can actually help end one of modern-days worst crimes. I also have a twitter for human-trafficking facts, a tumblr for clickable outfit inspiration, and a facebook page to keep up to date with my best-of posts!
I’m a 20 year old girl with a dream of one day opening a residential treatment center for homeless kids who are too severely mentally unstable to be placed in foster care. Currently, I work full time at a grocery store, and it’s almost impossible to continue giving Black T-Shirt Campaign the attention it deserves. In order to be able to continue spending the time required to make Black T-Shirt Campaign a reputable source, (as well as raise awareness of the cause!) I have started an ethically-made t-shirt line. I screen-print the shirts myself! I need to raise 5.5K by Dec. 18 in order for the project to launch - and currently we’re falling pretty behind. I need your help in order to get the project off of the ground!
If you’d like to pre-order a t-shirt or support my Kickstarter in any way, click here!
If any of you are interested in helping me signal-boost black t-shirt campaign, this is the post to do so! I want to get this one as many notes as possible and I need your help! Please, please read and reblog. And thank you SO much to everyone who has reblogged in the past. We’re still pretty heavily behind on donations, but little by little we’re getting closer and I still have hope that I won’t have to give it up!
4:08 pm • 1 December 2013 • 129 notes
I love stories about brave men and women doing impossible things. They make me weepy inside.
5:13 pm • 20 November 2013 • 1 note
It takes me exactly this long to find something to wear.
but its worth it! your wardrobe looks perfect every time!
11:00 am • 17 November 2013 • 21,254 notes
Im over it. I really am. Completely and utterly beyond this. I do not want to do this any more, not even once more. Im just done.
11:47 pm • 9 November 2013 • 3 notes
frizzy-haired friends forever
(sorry Angela but I kept finding these pictures and the world needs to see how awesome we are)
Classic us, you can tell we’re in the middle of telling each other off.
Hey thats my dad.
5:02 pm • 17 October 2013 • 7 notes
My dog got adopted. Not my dog, I don’t have a dog. I just had a picture on Petfinder of a dog that I wanted, and instead of feeling glad that he got a home, I just feel a sense of loss that it wasn’t my home. I actually cried my self to sleep last night, it was a cry that had been building all month, and Boston getting adopted tipped the scales. Its silly really, I knew he would go, a dog like him wouldn’t last. I knew a dog was out of the question for me, I never even met him, all I had was a picture on the computer screen. But I “visited” his picture and thought about him, and prayed for him, and thought about him as “my” dog, and now he is someone else’s. I am a silly human.
10:27 am • 6 October 2013 • 3 notes