#ideals

philslendy:

datdestinyd:

My mother is a die-hard conservative Republican. When I told her I had registered to vote, she rolled her eyes at me. When I asked why, she told me that “the worst thing for America is young, stupid liberals voting.” Liberals in the U.S. outnumber conservatives. The only reason Republicans win is because more of them vote. If you want us to win this upcoming election, get to the polls and vote, especially if you’re voting for Bernie Sanders in the primaries. Hillary has a lot more money and name recognition than Bernie does, so the primaries will be very important. Even if Bernie doesn’t win the primaries, Hillary being president will be a lot better than Donald Trump or Jeb Bush running this country further into the ground. Abstaining from voting in the general election because you don’t like Hillary will give the Republicans a victory on a silver platter and that is the worst thing that could happen right now.

Reblogged this twice. I don’t even live in the US.

Also, voting for the lesser of two evils IS beneficial to your cause, no matter what it is.  When you vote, they take data on your demographic.  If you haven’t noticed yet, politics is a game to get the most votes.  If they see that more young liberals are involved and interested in how our country is being run, they’ll start catering campaigns towards us, rather than white old guys.  

vmbvrdvwn:

There just wasn’t enough sex happening in my relationship and I knew it wasn’t normal. I wanted to write it off as low sex drives and depression which, it part is, but I want to talk about another huge part: My submission. I wasn’t surrendering all of myself to him. I can keep submission in my heart and soul but what about actions? He needs to see what I feel. He needs to experience what I’m feeling to bring out his natural dominance. And how can I call myself submissive if I’m not actively responding to his needs and expectations? This brings another thing into play- narrowing down my small tumblr universe of bdsm into even more specific set of personal instructions as a submissive. These have proven to be magnificently rewarding in a spiritual way. Cook. Clean. Cute. Cock. Comply. It’s so simple. Cook for him. Clean for him. Be cute for him. Satisfy him. Be there for him. Anticipating his needs. I was slacking in all of these areas. All of them. I cooked when I craved something specific but let him take on all the cooking at home. One more thing for him to worry about when he gets off work. It was a hard switch to make, MEAL PLAN. The first few nights I made dinner he stood behind me and kissed my neck and I was ever so satisfied. It’s so basic, cooking, but I was actively avoiding something I could easily take on in my household to improve my relationship. Cleaning was next. Sure I would pick up after myself and not be a living tornado of household destruction, but I LET him clean the house. He would clean clean clean and I would sit back and watch him do it. I thought it brought him personal satisfaction. Wrong. He works full time I work part time. What the fuck. I should be actively taking on a bigger role just out of principle. So it was decided that I would make an effort for him to see me cleaning for him to have nothing to clean. Suddenly I noticed him playing guitar more and getting on his video games. I was so pleased to see him relaxing in this manner. Why was I holding him back from his hobbies? It wasn’t intentional to make him suffer from lack of time you know, but it was something I could change and so I did. I started cleaning. Next was my stone cold style. I wear black and no one was going to convince me otherwise. What a silly girl I was. Who cares what I’m wearing when he is around. All I want is for him to be all over me. If that’s what I want I should be what he wants. So I ditched the black and started being “cute.” This meant full bottomed panties and simple tshirts. No more fancy lingerie. I was hoarding a collection of sexy items that never got to see the light of day because he just wasn’t interested. Here I am thinking it’s me, as a person, but it’s not. Like he’s a man. He wants what he wants. If I’m not looking appealing sexually how am I to turn him on? If I want his hands on me I have to be what he wants to own. Own. This is how I get to the cock. I was missing it so much. I had turned him away so hard by my vision of what was supposed to be happening in our lives. Those little ginormous changes made him take me. TAKE ME. We started fucking almost immediately after I started cooking regularly and switching into panties at night time. It’s all I wanted and I had it in front of me the whole time. I was pushing it away by not realizing that I wasn’t really being there for him. Not giving him space to be a man. Not letting him grow as a person as he was always taking care of me. I am happy to say that I am trying to change. I want him. I want to be what he wants. I choose to surrender to what he needs.

Devotional Training.

if only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies, how very different our ideals of beauty would be.