he regrets it as soon as he says it
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.
The child wakes up, expecting to see a familiar face of terror before him, but what he sees is a white emptiness, gently carrying him away from the burning house.
It wasn’t the face of a monster, unlike the one in his home; who leave its painful marks on his fragile body, who hurt his mom until she died of grief, and unable to help him… no it was pale white, eyeless but he find it comforting.
“Just like those dummies in the mall where mom used to take me to…” he thought.
He held tightly on his ghostly savior, and close his eyes to sleep in his arms, as he was taken far away from his burning home, from the monster, and into the forest.
Tumblr, turning a terrifying urban legend into a misunderstood saviour.
OH I LIKE THIS MUCH BETTER
so let me get this straight
if Slender Man is a good guy who goes after child abusers and child molesters
IN SLENDER YOU ARE THE MONSTER
HE IS THE HERO AND YOU ARE THE DEMON HE’S HUNTING DOWN TO SAVE A CHILD
A CHILD WHO PROBABLY FEARS HIM AND DREW THOSE NOTES THAT BLEW AWAY IN THE WIND AND GOT STUCK ON TREES AND YOU HUNT HIM DOWN LIKE THE SCUM YOU ARE AND SLENDY SAVES THE DAY
IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW
THAT’S WHY YOU CAN’T WIN
On the twelfth day of finals my college gave to me,
Twelve screaming sessions
Eleven chapters to read
Ten students sobbing
Nine frozen pizzas
Eight days of no sleep
Seven shows on Netflix
Six open tabs
FIVE POTS OF COFFEE!!!!!
Four panicked calls
Three vehement denials
Two mental breakdowns
And a day of getting nothing done
…….. Yeah, so I should be studying. Instead, this happened.
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The trying times of finals week
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This is finals week
Students scream in the dead of night
This is finals week
Everybody groan and squeak
Scream and cry
Till your brain cells start…
y would u do that 2 a person ever
Oh my god :’(
Instead of saying motherfucker you can just say Oedipus
Half of our generation wouldn’t even understand that
yes you are right the thousands of notes on this post prove how ignorant our generation is. only you are intelligent. you are the chosen one.
only real Ancient Greek kids would understand
reblog if ur a tru 650BC kid
Until Thursday, this blog is a fuck you finals blog. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
I DONT CARE WHAT KIND OF BLOG YOU HAVE
EVERYONE NEEDS A DANCING FESTIVE CARLTON
festive Carlton is the best Carlton :) x
Ice everywhere, everything is freezing
Dad gets his attention, and says, “If she’s not having fun, you have to stop.”
He is two. He needs to hear this now, and so does she. And again, and again, and again, so that like wearing a helmet on the bike it is ingrained.
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