Shannon out and about

The blog of a Borderline.

First world problems

Doing a crossword and being stuck on one word for ages and not looking in the back because you don’t want to cheat. As it’s still there taunting me. 😣

psychofactz:

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

Don’t you just love being ignored.

youmatterlifeline:

Reblog this for suicide prevention.

youmatterlifeline:

Reblog this for suicide prevention.


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nothings-great-anymore:

housewifeswag:

I love this outfit.

I love her.

(Source: daerysa, via choosepositivity)

earthandanimals:

Baby Tapir

Source

(via saritawolf)

unamusedsloth:

The cutest burritos you will ever see.

(via andromedas-stars)

maudvdlx:

boner—garage:

Someone give this man a medal

(Source: sizvideos, via andromedas-stars)

carladoll6:

thegodmolecule:


here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
 

This is so sweet.

carladoll6:

thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 

This is so sweet.

(via finding-the-edges)

cute flower questions

Daisy:

How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Carnation:

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Jasmine:

What color looks best on you?

foxglove:

Name three facts about your family?

Allium:

What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom:

If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily:

If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia:

Favorite holiday dish?

Oxlip:

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?

Primrose:

Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil:

What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose:

Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia:

Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony:

What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip:

For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Myrtle:

Do you like going on airplanes?

Hibiscus:

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia:

Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy:

What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea:

Starbucks order?

Violet:

Do you like where you're from?

Locust:

What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron:

What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace:

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia:

Favorite kind of candy?

Aster:

Would you rather be cold or hot?

Marigold:

Do you listen to what's on the radio?

Heliconia:

Do you like when it rains?

Azalea:

What's a movie you cried while watching?

Dandelion:

Do you think you're important?

I'VE NEVER DONE ONE OF THESE BEFORE BUT IT WOULD BE SUPER COOL IF YOU SENT ME ONE !!