The fist official pictures of The Avengers: Age of Ultron.

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halftheskymovement:

Maha was only 12 when she was forced to marry her 23-year-old husband due to financial difficulties and fear of sexual assault. At 13, she is now one month pregnant and hasn’t been in school since she was 10 years old."I didn’t want to get married. I am still young, and I wanted to finish my studies," she says.Maha is one of thousands of girls forced into early marriage due to the extreme poverty and increasing fears of sexual violence among Syrian refugee communities. Data collected by UNICEF shows a quarter of all Syrian refugee marriages registered in Jordan now involve a girl under the age of 18."Since I got married I don’t feel anything," says Reem, 15. "I do feel sad when I see other girls from my neighbourhood going to school. Whenever I see a woman who has become a doctor or a lawyer or has finished her education I get upset."Read more via Al Jazeera.

halftheskymovement:

Maha was only 12 when she was forced to marry her 23-year-old husband due to financial difficulties and fear of sexual assault. At 13, she is now one month pregnant and hasn’t been in school since she was 10 years old.

"I didn’t want to get married. I am still young, and I wanted to finish my studies," she says.

Maha is one of thousands of girls forced into early marriage due to the extreme poverty and increasing fears of sexual violence among Syrian refugee communities. Data collected by UNICEF shows a quarter of all Syrian refugee marriages registered in Jordan now involve a girl under the age of 18.

"Since I got married I don’t feel anything," says Reem, 15. "I do feel sad when I see other girls from my neighbourhood going to school. Whenever I see a woman who has become a doctor or a lawyer or has finished her education I get upset."

Read more via Al Jazeera.

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Point

I’m with an old friend, at the moment, that I won’t ever see… But now I can’t help but be close to tears. I don’t want to cry anymore. I was doing so good but I’ve lost now… I feel so pathetic. What do I do? I have no point in life and things become meaningless without someone to share them with. I knew I wasn’t a good kid but now I’m even worse. I’m lost in my thoughts and I’m stuck here.
Oh how my family would be disappointed in the daughter and sister they raised. They raised me different. I know they did but I am so lost… I feel I’m at the Point of No Return.

gaywrites:

After all the hype, it has finally been confirmed that on Monday, President Obama will sign an executive order banning workplace discrimination against LGBT employees of federal contractors and the federal government.

A refresher, in case you missed all this the first time around:

The executive order has two components: It prohibits federal contractors from discriminating against employees based on sexual orientation or gender identity — a move that affects 24,000 companies employing roughly 28 million workers, or about one-fifth of the nation’s workforce — and it explicitly bans discrimination against federal employees based on their gender identity. …

To the relief of the LGBT community, there is no sweeping religious exemption in the executive order. Obama is simply adding the categories of sexual orientation and gender identity to an existing executive order that protects employees of federal contractors from discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex or national origin. President George W. Bush amended that executive order in 2002 to allow religiously affiliated federal contractors to prioritize hiring employees of their particular religion, however, and Obama is keeping that language intact.

Systemic anti-LGBT employment discrimination is one of the next major hurdles we need to jump. This won’t establish universal workplace equality, but it’s quite a start. 

All I Could Think

I forgot I was letting go, even though you seem to believe I already have. But so you know, I haven’t, if you couldn’t tell by the first sentence. I just… Forgot. Or maybe I don’t want to. Because all I could think today when I saw the girl with black Doc. Martens, ripped fishnet stockings showing faded scars, piercings here and there on her face, a black tank-top with words I can not decipher, several bracelets and wristbands, some eye makeup, and her bright coloured hair cut short with half of it shaved holding the girl with light blue shorts, All-Star Converse shoes, a brightly coloured crop-top with some stereotypical “inspirational white girl quote” on it, a few bracelets of quotes and bands on either wrist, a shiny naval piercing, a few facial piercings along with multiple ear piercings, light makeup, and her light hair messily tied up’s hand… was, “That could be us.” But I still can’t tell if I miss you or just the memories you left me with.

Traces

echoes-of-me:

I’ve been staring up at stars
Since I was a teen
Not big screen personalities
Those never fascinated me
But rather twinkling bits
Nightly dreams seen
I spent hours
Tracing lines between lights
Knowing you could see
The exact same sights in your sky
I wrote letter after letter
But you never replied
I never knew
                         But I should have
You never spent hours
Neck craned skyward
  Finding art
    Reading history
       Seeking reasons

Sometimes I’m glad
You never read my confessions

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I write

bianchiblue:

with no thoughts
to speak
I think
with no sound
to write
I speak
with no words
to think
I write

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