aries: 1st type – cute, bubblegum eternal child 2nd type – impulsive antagonist 3rd type – seductive risk taker
taurus 1st type – earthy artist 2nd type – mature and maternal figure 3rd type – gluttonous pleasure seeker
gemini 1st type – childlike clown 2nd type – sophisticated socialite / academic 3rd type – disorganised basket case
cancer 1st type – aggressive, moody sensitive 2nd type – empathetic counsellor 3rd type – martyred worrier
leo 1st type – exuberant performer 2nd type – wants to save the world 3rd type – hates themselves openly
virgo 1st type – self critical nervous wreck 2nd type – cool and composed problem solver 3rd type – exemplary server
libra 1st type – lonely, dependant, and sensitive relationship seeker 2nd type – formidable leader, justice seeking and moral 3rd type – airy flirter and artist
scorpio 1st type – brooding, silent, angry at the world, unstable 2nd type – curious, fascinating emotional lover, interested in the world and complex 3rd type – powerful magnetiser, arousing and seductive
sagittarius 1st type – uncontrollable and impulsive trickster 2nd type – philosophical and wise guide 3rd type – travel hungry, life absorbing wanderer
capricorn 1st type – consumed labourer, contributing and sacrificial 2nd type – lazy and lethargic, melancholic and paranoid 3rd type – regal leader, success story, overcomer of obstacles with grace
aquarius 1st type – introverted and misunderstood outsider 2nd type – playful child, interested by everyone and everything, cool and kind 3rd type – eccentric madman, drunk professor
pisces 1st type – spiritual temple, compassionate comforter 2nd type – addicted daydreamer incapable of dealing with reality 3rd type – gossipy trickster, two faced and complex
If this gets 50 notes I’ll tell you guys how I ran an underground sex ed class and helped put a pedophile in jail during second grade
Okay, so my mom has always been super open about health stuff and when I was just starting elementary school she got me a bunch of those American Girl books about your body and your feelings and they were really informative and truthful and I really liked them. One day I was talking to a friend about one of them and we started reading it and she was asking a ton if questions and seemed really excited and interested by it and I answered questions and explained stuff. We talked about the books during recess and eventually more girls joined in until we were a group of about 10-15 seven year-olds talking about puberty and sex and a lot of things that most adults don’t The thing about those books is that they look really innocent with cute drawings and there are chapters about brushing your teeth and stuff; but what most people don’t expect is that there’s a lot of health stuff about puberty and mental illness and drugs and a lot of really important stuff that everyone should know. The teachers didn’t care because the books looked super innocent and they thought were talking about proper brushing habits or something. We’d go sit down and read a chapter and I’d add some other stuff that my mom had told me and then we’d just talk and ask questions. It was kind of like group therapy but with sex ed. This was all okay until one of the boys saw a page with a ton of boobs on it (the page was demonstrating a breast exam) and he told the teacher. So they found and I got suspended and I wasn’t allowed to bring any more of those books into school.
Closer to the end of the year, one of the second grade teachers was revealed to be a pedophile when one of his students said that he tried to touch her inappropriately and then three other girls came forward with the same story. After he was arrested, the girl told me that she said what he did because we had talked about what to do in that exact situation. Because of our group she knew that she probably wasn’t the only one and she knew that it was wrong for him to do that and that she wouldn’t get in trouble if she told someone and that she probably wouldn’t have said anything if she hadn’t read those books.
I started doing it again the next year. No one stopped me.
Bless.
Reblogging again in hope someone could give me those books’ names
I believe it’s this one! Fits the description and the back cover even has the brushing girl.
There’s a series of books! ^^
The American Girl books are really, really good. They talk about things honestly but simply, and cover a lot of important stuff. 11/10 for those books.
These books were the only sex ed I had as a young girl. These were a door to reading bigger, badder texts and getting involved in activism…
100% recommend you buy these for sisters, daughters, nieces. 110%
Don’t buy Angelus pain’t on Amazon, it’s like $6.99 an ounce. Buy it direct from their online store the poster above linked, the single ounce bottles are $2.95 there. Also, a little goes a long way, unless you have something HUGE to paint, you can probably do it with a small bottle. I barely dented the one I got doing all the black on this;
this post has fucked me up more than any other on this site
Okay but no, do you understand what happens to a caterpillar once it’s in its cocoon? It completely turns into goo. That’s right, GOO. The damn thing dissolves and the reforms into the butterfly. Even crazier, the wings of the butterfly are already inside the caterpillar, ready to go, just waiting to float around in some goo and then be a beautiful butterfly. The craziest part?!? A study was done where some caterpillars were exposed to a certain smell and then given an electric shock so eventually the caterpillar associated the smell with the shock. Well after those little hairy noodles came out of the their cocoons as butterflies, they exposed them to the smell again and the butterflies reacted super negatively, as if they were being shocked. A.K.A. not only is there wings floating around in that goo cocoon, there is also a brain, the same, unaltered brain as the caterpillar. The butterfly can recall its days as a caterpillar even after basically being turned into soup. And then it all somehow gets its shit together to be a stupid majestic little beast, and I can’t even remember where I put my damn phone.
just moving along like everyone else 