1. R.I.P. The 2,976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35,000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit.

     


  2. Stretch marks

    Honestly, stretch marks turn me on. I think I know why. I think it’s because the stretch marks remind me of how, when a fig gets really ripe and sweet, the skin cracks and reveals the zig zags of flesh underneath. The contrast tells a story. It shows how the juicy fruit just burst open because it could no longer contain all that goodness. That’s what I think of whenever I see stretch marks on a hip or thigh or arm or breast or belly. It makes me think, “delicious curves.”

     

  3. thisiseverydayracism:

    afro-dominicano:

    mysoulhasgrowndeep-liketherivers:

    whiteguiltconfessionals:

    Update #Recall4Mike 982 registered Ferguson voters are needed to recall the officials (mayor, police chief and police that protected Darren Wilson). Boost this and let’s make it happen! Make sure it gets to Ferguson, they hold the Power in this!

    This is Not a game, This is a GAME CHANGER!

    -M

    Fuck them up Ferguson

    BOOOOST!!!

    SIGNAL BOOST

     


  4. It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
    — Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?   (via samardic)

    (Source: durianseeds, via hathawayrozas)

     

  5. audacitymadethequeen:

    thepoliticalfreakshow:

    The True Trayvon Martin

    • He didn’t eat pork bc his father didn’t. Once his uncle fixed pork chops; they smelled so good,he called them “beef chops” & ate 1.
    • He was passionate about aviation.
    • When he volunteered at a soup kitchen for. The first time, he was astounded by the US hunger crisis.
    • He loved his little cousins birthday parties. Even as a teen, he wasn’t too cool for Chuck E. Cheese.
    • He was modest about saving his father from dying in a house fire. His father called him his best friend bc of it.
    • Hoodies made *him* feel safe. Like so many teens (and adults), he wore them as a protective shell, a security garment.
    • He called his dad, “My ol’ boy.” Lord, how he loved his dad.
    • When folks wanted to tease him, they said, “Boy, you too skinny to take a breath.” And he’d just smile.
    • If he wanted to hang out with his cousins and they had chores, he helped so they could finish faster.
    • His uncle said they never had to ask him to do something twice.
    • At 17, he was still into BMX bikes. He could cat-walk wheelie.
    • The tattoo on his wrist read, “Sybrina.”
    • The tattoo on his chest read, “Cora” — his grandmother’s name.
    • I’m going to stop here. But just claim one of these memories I tweeted. Carry part of this boy with you, write him on your heart.
    • Write the beautiful details of all the black children you meet on your heart. That’s where they’ll be safest.
    • I feel like this stuff is important.

    All facts about Trayvon are from this Esquire article.

    I will never forget Trayvon. Never.

    (via borntoexist)

     


  6. Good news bad news best news

    sparkafterdark:

    The good news:

    image

     I found my favorite old jacket while sorting through my old stuff

    The bad news:imageThe last time I wore it I was nine years old

    The best news:

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    I am the anime now

    (via werewolvesandstarships)

     

  7. solidarity-xvx:

    Good riddance, ya fucking bigoted old hag.

    (Source: lil-chingona, via youngblackandvegan)

     

  8. unfuckyourhabitat:

    UfYH basic cleaning checklists!

    A number of people have asked for bare bones schedules for what should be cleaned and when. Please keep in mind that these lists are in no way meant to be comprehensive, and that your needs will vary as far as tasks and frequency. This is meant as a starting point to forming good routines to keep on top of the mess.

    Downloadable .pdf versions of these checklists are available at unfuckyourhabitat.com.

    (via mypetitmal)

     


  9. kappa773:

    teamfreesexuality:

    proudlyinsane:

    timelord-and-fishcustard:

    There’s a difference between

    image

    image

    and

    image

    The fact that we all know what this means really says something about our social lives

    you should all go to your blogs and hover over them

    You should

    (via nohalloweencandyforwhitepeople)

     


  10. Here is how the story goes: Boy meets girl. Boy decides he’s in love with girl. Boy chases girl. Girl says she’s not interested. Boy keeps chasing her. Girl says she’s still not interested. Boy keeps grinding away at her until she wears down and finally says ‘yes.’ They are happily swept away on a wave of romance.

    The end.

    Here’s another version: Boy meets girl. Boy decides he’s in love with girl. Boy chases girl. Girl says she’s not interested. Boy keeps chasing her. Girl says she’s still not interested. Boy keeps grinding away at her. She still says ‘no.’ Boy rapes girl. Girl falls in love with boy. They are happily swept away on a wave of romance.

    The end.

    And another: Boy meets girl. Boy decides he’s in love with girl. Boy chases girl. Girl says she’s not interested. Boy keeps chasing her. Girl says she’s still not interested. Boy keeps grinding away at her. She still says ‘no.’ Boy murders girl and is filled with manpain and regret, but she deserved it for being frigid.

    The end.

    Truth, or fiction?

    All three of these scenarios play out more or less constantly in pop culture, with some variations — the first might as well be Twilight, while the second describes any number of rape-romances produced by the dozens every day, and the third scenario plays out all too frequently in pop culture as well. But they’re also closely mirrored by events in real life — that first scenario in particular is viewed as a highly romantic one, and in some cases as a relationship ideal, something girls should be excited about, something boys should strive for.
     

  11. coldswarkids:

    edwardspoonhands:

    thelegendofkungjew:

    doxian:

    d-dinosaur:

    rknjl:

    newvagabond:

    NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

    NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

    URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

    <SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

    NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

    EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

    PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

    SURVIVE

    NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

    REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

    PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

    EVOLVE

    NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

    FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

    PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

    STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

    NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.

    THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.

    TIME DOES NOT EXIST.

    BE.

    (Source: agirlandhisplatypus, via runtitarun)

     


  12. Anonymous said: why do black people use you in the wrong context? such is "you ugly" instead of "you're ugly" I know u guys can differentiate, it's a nuisance

    miniprof:

    rsbenedict:

    prettyboyshyflizzy:

    you a bitch

    It’s called copula deletion, or zero copula. Many languages and dialects, including Ancient Greek and Russian, delete the copula (the verb to be) when the context is obvious.

    So an utterance like “you a bitch” in AAVE is not an example of a misused you, but an example of a sentence that deletes the copular verb (are), which is a perfectly valid thing to do in that dialect, just as deleting an /r/ after a vowel is a perfectly valid thing to do in an upper-class British dialect.

    What’s more, it’s been shown that copula deletion occurs in AAVE exactly in those contexts where copula contraction occurs in so-called “Standard American English.” That is, the basic sentence “You are great” can become “You’re great” in SAE and “You great” in AAVE, but “I know who you are” cannot become “I know who you’re” in SAE, and according to reports, neither can you get “I know who you” in AAVE.

    In other words, AAVE is a set of grammatical rules just as complex and systematic as SAE, and the widespread belief that it is not is nothing more than yet another manifestation of deeply internalized racism.

     

  13. tomoatmeal:

    They built the world’s largest salad. The whole thing was set up in a park about an hour away from our home so my wife Diane convinced me that it might be fun to go see it.

    "Deb and Gary are going this afternoon and so I thought we’d ride over there with them."

    "Will there be any left?"

    "Oh, it’s not to eat," said Diane. "It’s like an art piece. The Guinness World Records people will be there."

    On the way over, I started to talk about a Cobb salad I had at this place near my office that was pretty big.

    "I usually eat only about half of it."

    "Well, I’m sure this one is much bigger than that," said Gary.

    "Jesus Christ, Gary. I wasn’t implying that I thought the Cobb salad I had was bigger than this salad. It’s just that all of this giant salad business has me thinking about large salads I’ve had before. God!"

    "It was a joke," said Gary. "Calm down."

    But I could tell from the muscles in his face that Gary was lying. Deb quickly chimed in with a request to hear about more of the big salads I’d had, but I was over it. The mood had been ruined.

    "Forget it," I said. "Let’s just get this thing over with."

    The salad was huge. According to a series of laminated signs, we learned that all of the produce had come by way of donations from local farmers and then a college in New York had commissioned a handful of artists to construct a gigantic ceramic bowl to put everything in.

    We took pictures and afterwards I bought a t-shirt at the gift shop. It was powder blue with a graphic of the gigantic salad pasted right on the front. On the back was the date and city.

    In the car, Gary said that the salad on my t-shirt just looked like a regular-sized salad.

    "Bullshit," I said. "It’s huge."

    "Well maybe it’s huge because you know that it’s huge," said Diane. "But to someone who doesn’t know what it is, I can see how it looks like a regular salad."

    I looked at it again and realized that they were right. How could I have allowed myself to be seduced by the context of such a limited reality? The only place a gigantic salad can truly exist is sitting there right in front of you! Even photos were a stretch. I stifled my anger and humiliation with short breaths and concentrated on the scenery so as not to rip the t-shirt in half in a blind rage.

    Gary had made me look like a fool twice in a span of mere hours and I desperately needed to restore balance. That night, I sat in my study and replayed the day’s events in my mind. Surely, Gary had to have slipped up somewhere and said or done something dumb.

    "Diane," I said. "Wake up."

    "God, what time is it?"

    "Remember when we first saw the salad? Remember what Gary said?"

    "I don’t know."

    "He said that the salad was so big, that he’d need a pitchfork to eat it! Remember?"

    She thought about it. “I guess. I really don’t remember.”

    "He did say it! Ha! What an idiot!"

    I clapped my hands together.

    "Because, Diane. The ingredients were standard-sized ingredients. It was only the salad itself that was huge."

    "So."

    "So why the pitchfork?! Does Gary suddenly have a gigantic head with such a gigantic mouth that a regular fork won’t do? God, he’s so stupid! Isn’t he stupid, Diane?"

    "I don’t know what your problem is with Gary."

    "I don’t have a problem with Gary! I just have a problem with an idiot who thinks that large portions automatically correlate with large utensils. I mean, Christ Diane! What an idiot!"

    I could see that my wife wanted me to leave, but I wasn’t done yet.

    "Why, that would be like thinking that…" I paused, a grin plastered to my face, and tried to think of a similar example containing both a large food item and another large utensil. But it wouldn’t come to me.

    "It would be like what?" asked Diane.

    "Nothing! I’ll think of it later."

    In the early hours of the morning, Gary was awakened by an anonymous phone call from the payphone outside of a nearby liquor store.

    "Hello?"

    "If someone gave you a gigantic sundae, you’d probably try to eat it with a snow shovel!"

     Click.

    (via foxnewsofficial)

     


  14. tentaclethearpist:

    its 20 fucking 14 can we stop pretending that online activism and general awareness campaigns “dont do anything” before i got on tumblr i was a racist sexist anti-feminist piece of garbage whos greatest understanding of any social issue was discrimination against white gay men and that trans people were “men trapped in womens bodies”

    obviously something fucking right is going on so why dont you stop being pessimistic little shits.

    (Source: ghostruto, via foxnewsofficial)

     


  15. Anonymous said: What are the signs of emotional abuse?

    mental-health-advice:

    mental-health-advice:

    Abusive Expectations - Makes impossible demands, requires constant attention, and constantly criticizes.

    Aggressing - Name calling, accusing, blames, threatens or gives orders, and often disguised as a judgmental “I know best” or “helping” attitude.

    Constant Chaos - Deliberately starts arguments with you or others. May treat you well in front of others, but changes when you’re alone.

    Rejecting - Refusing to acknowledge a person’s value, worth or presence. Communicating that he or she is useless or inferior or devaluing his or her thoughts and feelings.

    Denying - Denies personal needs (especially when need is greatest) with the intent of causing hurt or as punishment. Uses silent treatment as punishment. Denies certain events happened or things that were said. Denies your perceptions, memory and sanity by disallowing any viewpoints other than their own which causes self-doubt, confusion, and loss of self-esteem.

    Degrading - Any behavior that diminishes the identity, worth or dignity of the person such as: name-calling, mocking, teasing, insulting, ridiculing,

    Emotional Blackmail - Uses guilt, compassion, or fear to get what he or she wants.

    Terrorizing - Inducing intense fear or terror in a person, by threats or coercion.

    Invalidation - Attempts to distort your perception of the world by refusing to acknowledge your personal reality. Says that your emotions and perceptions aren’t real and shouldn’t be trusted.

    Isolating - Reducing or restricting freedom and normal contact with others.

    Corrupting - Convincing a person to accept and engage in illegal activities.

    Exploiting - Using a person for advantage or profit.

    Minimizing - A less extreme form of denial that trivializes something you’ve expressed as unimportant or inconsequential.

    Unpredictable Responses - Gets angry and upset in a situation that would normally not warrant a response. You walk around on eggshells to avoid any unnecessary drama over innocent comments you make. Drastic mood swings and outbursts.

    Gaslighting -A form of psychological abuse involving the manipulation of situations or events that cause a person to be confused or to doubt his perceptions and memories. Gaslighting causes victims to constantly second-guess themselves and wonder if they’re losing their minds.

    Love, Salem

    This is our most reblogged post! I can’t believe how many notes it has. This is also very important.