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parenting. you’re doing it right.
Beyond cute omg
i thought it was cute and then i realised what was on the tv and i melted
^^same omg
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hahahaha this is so cute! :’)
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"Susan is gorgeous, strong and clever. I didn’t expect to experience such a strong, radical feeling anymore.
Women are the real superheroes. Gwyneth and Hale Berry are friends of ours, but also many professionals who are struggling to make it in our industry. I’m an intermediary. My wife lives for cinema, but it’s amazing how she chose to put everything aside to have our first baby. I was a child in a particular era: there was drug, there was sexual freedom. My father lived all of this, and I lived it with him: I have always loved him. Last year, when Exton was born, I said to myself : never ask too many questions, never give too many answers. With my oldest son I managed to recover a bond: with the little I will be more present and mindful.
Our world doesn’t need Iron Man. It needs grants and daily aids. I have no objection if my character can make people dream, or make feel them stronger. But we must not forget the responsibility that we all have. As a father, I say this to parents; as Susan’s husband, I think about other couples. As a male I say: we have to help women to show their full strength. Because only they can give the right power to that superhero who they dared to daydream in their companion …"
Women are the real superheroes. Gwyneth and Hale Berry are friends of ours, but also many professionals who are struggling to make it in our industry. I’m an intermediary. My wife lives for cinema, but it’s amazing how she chose to put everything aside to have our first baby. I was a child in a particular era: there was drug, there was sexual freedom. My father lived all of this, and I lived it with him: I have always loved him. Last year, when Exton was born, I said to myself : never ask too many questions, never give too many answers. With my oldest son I managed to recover a bond: with the little I will be more present and mindful.
Our world doesn’t need Iron Man. It needs grants and daily aids. I have no objection if my character can make people dream, or make feel them stronger. But we must not forget the responsibility that we all have. As a father, I say this to parents; as Susan’s husband, I think about other couples. As a male I say: we have to help women to show their full strength. Because only they can give the right power to that superhero who they dared to daydream in their companion …"
— Robert Downey Jr. - How hard is it to grow up when you have “jr” in your name (via crazylittlethingcalledlovemb)
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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.
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“May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?”
I’m pretty sure this is why Tumblr gave us photosets.
To this day, I still have absolutely no idea if he actually did the right thing by shooting little Tiffany. His story was very convincing…
I totally bought that he was right.
I always though this was about not demonizing people based on how they look, instead focussing on what they do.
Wow
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