TaviaMaeBradshaw

My newest tattoo. I love it. Lots of people seem to think...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 18:07:00 -0400

My newest tattoo. I love it.
Lots of people seem to think I’ll regret it, but they tend to be the same people who believe my veganism is a “phase”.

I got it just in time for the Toronto Veggie Pride Parade too!

Done by Timothy Strange at Way Cool Tattoos in Oakville, ON. (Canada)

Guys Are So Observant

Tue, 08 May 2012 22:33:04 -0400

Me: There's a salon in New York City that only takes clients with curly hair. I really wanna go!
Dad: Is your hair curly enough?
Me: Is that a joke?
Dad: Well, how should I know. You don't wear your hair down and curly very often.
Me: *"Are you serious" look*
Dad: Do you?
Me: LIKE EVERY DAY!!
Dad: You should tell your mother about this. She wouldn't even be surprised.

Start at the beginning. All good stories do. Actually, scratch that. Let’s start at the end....

Sun, 06 May 2012 22:56:03 -0400

Start at the beginning. All good stories do. Actually, scratch that. Let’s start at the end. We’re not going to pretend this is a good story. What the hell is at the beginning anyway? Lies and empty promises. That’s all you’ll find there. The end is where you find out who was screwing you over, who died for no reason, and that you were fucked right from the start. If every story began at the end, we might be okay. We could avoid all the bullshit, the heartbreak and the backstabbing. We could find the happy-endings and then live out the stories. Marry our prince charmings and then bump into them, spilling our coffees in the process, as strangers. Have our hearts ripped out by the jerk we’ve yet to meet and then decide to skip that one. Have 2’o’clock tea with another 83 year old woman and then stick up for the girl who will become out life long best friend. Graduate with honours, and then pick the best school. Become CEO, and then apply for the job. Cry over your dog’s death and then decide not to adopt him… Break your favourite pair of heels and then decide not to buy them… Fall and rip your prom dress and then decided not to go… If every story started at the end, everyone would play it safe. We would have no bad memories, but no life experiences either. We would miss out on that one amazing kiss by the boy who moved away. The best friend we made while attending the school you flunked out of. Buying your first car that you crashed later. If we all started at the end, life would be boring. If we all started at the end, I would never have taken the time to know you, believe me! And that would’ve been a pity. Despite all the shit you’ve polluted my life with, it would have been dull without you. If we started at the end, we’d all be content. But you can’t appreciate the sunshine, if you never have any rain.

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the..."

Thu, 03 May 2012 17:17:15 -0400

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

- Mark Twain

I confess, I’m messed up Dropping “I’m sorry” like you’re still...

Thu, 03 May 2012 17:03:02 -0400

I confess, I’m messed up

Dropping “I’m sorry” like you’re still around
And I know you dressed up
“Hey kid, you’ll never live this down”

I MISS THEM! <3

Fall Out Boy was such a huge part of my life for so long, it was hard to watch them break up and change.. Patrick looks amazing, but Pete pretty much self destructed. Joe and Andy seem fine. Andy will forever be my favourite vegan! (LL) These guys changed my life in so many ways and got me through so many things, I owe them more thanks than anyone else in the world.

Thank-you for saving me.

Thank-you for showing me the truth.

Thank-you for everything.

The Difference Between Love & Marriage

Thu, 03 May 2012 16:50:48 -0400

What is Love?

One day, Plato asked his teacher, “What is love? How can I find it?” His teacher answered, “There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love.” Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands, having picked nothing. His teacher asked, “Why did you not pick any stalk?” Plato answered, “Because I could only pick one, yet I could not turn back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick any in the end.” His teacher then said, “And that is love.”

What is Marriage?

On another day, Plato asked his teacher, “What is marriage? How can I find it?” His teacher answered, “There is a thriving forest in front. Walk forward without turning back, and chop down only on tree. If you find the tallest tree, then you have found marriage.” Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was only an ordinary tree. His teacher asked, “Why did you chop down such an ordinary tree?” Plato answered, “Because of my previous experience. I walked halfway through the forest. This time, I saw this tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I chopped it down and brought it back. I did not want to miss the opportunity.” His teacher then said, “And that is marriage.”

Decide it’s too hard. I dare you. Make a mistake and blame someone else. Run to the mountains...

Tue, 01 May 2012 17:56:30 -0400

Decide it’s too hard. I dare you. Make a mistake and blame someone else. Run to the mountains to hide and shout your guilt from the top! Humans aren’t perfect creatures but we shame each other until we all believe that lie is true. As long as one person is more screwed up that me; So long as one person’s life is more doomed than mine; You tell yourself until you feel just the slightest bit better. Pull those around us down beneath us until we’ve all hit rock bottom. Scream a little louder so your father will hear you. Cry a little longer so your mother will miss you. Screw up like them both so your children will hate you too. Find some individuality in this world and then watch it slip away as they tell you it’s wrong. You’re wrong. You’re a freak. No one could love someone like you, how dare you think such a thing! Don’t you ask that girl to the prom, she’d never go with you. You’ll only embarrass yourself and heaven forbid someone notice that you’re not fucking perfect! Don’t even go at all. No one will miss you anyway. Skip graduation while you’re at it. You’re not going anywhere anyway. Sit in the corner as I walk across the stage. Bow your head as I take my diploma. Bury your face as I smile for the camera. Wake up again. It’s a new day but it all feels the same. Everything feels the same. It always feels the same! Nothing ever changes. Stare at yourself in the mirror just long enough to realize you’re not going to talk yourself out of it this time. Your phone rings. Ignore it. It rings again but nobody matters now. It rings one last time but you can’t hear it any longer. You drown yourself in water. And I drown myself in you.

"First they came for the communists, and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a communist. Then they..."

Tue, 01 May 2012 14:26:43 -0400

“

First they came for the communists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a Jew.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

”

- Martin Niemöller. “First They Came…” (via rainbowblakelock)

Everyone is unhappy.

Tue, 01 May 2012 13:21:29 -0400

Everyone is unhappy.

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Tue, 01 May 2012 00:14:52 -0400

"Crying doesn’t indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that..."

Tue, 01 May 2012 00:14:21 -0400

“Crying doesn’t indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you’re alive.”

- Unknown

I don't know who to alert, so I thought of you - I felt like you would have something to say about this. I'm referring to what I just posted on our GSA blog.

Tue, 01 May 2012 00:09:07 -0400

I really wish messages came with a date and time so I knew what this was referring to… :/ Sorry.

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Tue, 01 May 2012 00:01:59 -0400

Picture stolen from: http://dream-s-k-i-n-n-y.tumblr.com/ Quote...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 22:11:21 -0400

Picture stolen from: http://dream-s-k-i-n-n-y.tumblr.com/

Quote stolen from: https://twitter.com/#!/PageStephenson

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the..."

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 21:13:12 -0400

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

- Oscar Wilde

"Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one who inflicts pain for the..."

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 19:24:21 -0400

“Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one who inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.”

- Mark Twain

"It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind,..."

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 18:56:29 -0400

“It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.”

- Rose Kennedy

Girl With One Eye

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 16:00:05 -0500

She told me not to step on the cracks

I told her not to fuss and relax

Well, her pretty little face stopped me in my tracks

But now she sleeps with one eye open

That’s the price she paid

I took a knife and cut out her eye

I took it home and watched it wither and die

Well, she’s luck that I didn’t slip her a smile

That’s why she sleeps with one eye open

That’s the price she paid

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eye,

Get your filthy fingers out of my pie.’

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eye,

I’ll cut your little heart out ‘cause you made me cry.’

I slipped my hand under her skirt

I said don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt

Oh, my reputation’s kinda clouded with dirt

That’s why you sleep with one eye open

That’s the price you paid

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eye,

Get your filthy fingers out of my pie.’

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eye,

I’ll cut your little hear out ‘cause you made me cry.’

You made me cry

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eye,

Get your filthy fingers out of my pie.’

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eye

Get your filthy fingers out of my pie.’

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eye,

Get your filthy fingers out of my pie.’

I said, ‘Hey, girl with one eyes,

I’ll cut your little heart out ‘cause you made me cry…’

-Florence + The Machine

Blinding

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 16:00:05 -0500

Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state

A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

No kiss, no gentle world could wake me from this slumber

Until I realize that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids

Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack

All around the world was waking, I never could go back

‘Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open

And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboards

Synapse slipping through the hidden door

Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboard

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboards

Synapse slipping through the hidden door

Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboard

Synapse slipping through the hidden door…

-Florence + The Machine

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Mon, 05 Mar 2012 22:41:42 -0500