April 2012
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et tu, dionyse? →
unlubricated-anal-sex:
[[MORE]]white bros who are liberal when they want to be bros who are saviors who are gods who rescue the downtrodden who heal wounds with their white man tears who are heroes when they want to be bros who defend their right to choose to be an ally and to at any given time not be bros who defend their bros bros who defend all bros bros who defend rape jokes and slurs bros...
I got bored of tumblr so I opened up a new tab and went to tumblr
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bigundies:
i want to start living sustainability and wear hemp clothing and do yoga and be super calm and serene and sit on porches drinking my organic fair trade tea and dye my hair with berries or some shit but i also really want to eat all the mcflurries in the world and only exercise when i’m riding my bike late at night and own a closet full of denim vests and to never have to touch dirt...
On Being an Armenian-American, Genocide, and a...
unlubricated-anal-sex:
[TW: genocide, murder, rape] I have never wanted to think about this, let alone have I ever talked about this. I deny it every year on the 24th of April. I try my best to block it out. My mother told me a story eight years ago today when I was ten, when she decided I was old enough to know the truth. I wasn’t old enough. I’m still not. I don’t think I ever will be. But...
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glossylalia:
Currently “2012: The Summer Of Doing Hoodrat Shit With My Friends” will bump the following:
212: Azealia Banks
Bad Girls: MIA
Look At These Hoes: Santigold
I’ma Read: Zebra Katz ft NJena Redd Foxx
*immediately creates playlist*
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Sufjan Stevens Renames Kitchen Appliances
alexhasa:
Perishables! Come Congregate in the Cold! Little Hot Waves, Or, Let’s Get Brain Cancer While We Wait For The Popcorn Mix Your Drinks! (Stir! Whip! Purée!) A Configuration of Whisks Which, When Activated, Allow Sufjan Stevens to Cook a Fluffier Omelette Toaster (For the Toastless)
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why won’t tumblr let me upload photos
just let me be a shameless vain shithole
jerk
peroxides:
Imagine a world where a black woman walks up to a white man and says “Damn boy, you got a flat arse. I like that. I got a case of that artic chill. Talk to me Viking Warlord. Prince of Briton or Germanic decent”
Anyway, what I’m tryna say is when will it be my turn to racially fetishize white men??? WHEN?
the time is now
vveaboo:
instead of burnblogs we should have learnblogs to educate us in the dangers of identity theft and human trafficking
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Everyone calm down, this is totally fake. →
resmc:
““Why should women be paid equal to men? Men have been in the working world a lot longer and deserve to be paid at a higher rate. Heck, I’m a working mom and I’m not paid a dime. I depend on my husband to provide for me and my family, as should most women… and if a woman does work, she should be happy just to be out there in the working world and quit complaining that she’s not making as...
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groovymuttations:
you know you’re a 1600s kid when Sabrina the Teenage Witch was a girl being burned at the stake in town square
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My desi father's encouragement after I broke up...
(it was the first, proper break-up to have occurred in my life, I was probably 18 or so, it was a cold, bitter winter and I was lying in bed, crying my eyes out and hugging my pillow for the past week and a half without eating a morsel of food)
Dad: May I enter your room, Holy Princess?
Dad: Ha ha, stop crying. Foolish girl.
Dad: Astaghfirullah. What is that smell? Did you burn something?
Dad: It is the smoke rising from your head to see me this positive, yes?
Dad: Okay. Okay. No more to joke.
Dad: I am a Muslim, Pakistani father. I never liked the idea of you being with him but I said, "Let it be, yaar. She is young. She is free. I still love her. She is my baby princess." Wipe your snot. So I was okay with him being with you. But it hurts me a lot more to see you like this.
Dad: You are not chubby anymore. What kind of diet is this, hmm? Ha ha, I made funny joke.
Dad: (pushes my hair behind my ear) Allah created hearts to break and heal every now and then. That is why we are humans. If we did not hurt, we wouldn't be who we are today. But having a broken heart means you have two options: To heal it and become invincible. Or to mope away and become a pathetic shadow of the person you once were. What would my little girl do?
Dad: She would eat lotta chips. Ha ha ha.
Dad: Okay, sorry. She would fight back and win her strength to become who she was and will be forever. You are going to meet someone amazing. Boys are idiots. I thank Allah for not giving me sons. They are foolish donkeys. Daughters are warriors. You are my warrior. When you were born, I had tears. I was so scared. I did not want anyone to hurt my baby. Today he hurt you. Allah will take revenge. But you take your time to heal and know that I am always here for you even if my English is not too good.
Dad: That boy was a bastard, foolish dog from hell. Bastard.
Dad: I love you.
Cooking in Heels: A Memoir Cookbook →
iamgrey:
HOLY SHIT. Former sex worker trans woman of color’s book about food, community, and identity. I AM SUPPORTING THIS. YOU SHOULD, TOO!
ABOUT THIS PROJECT
A family that cooks and eats together, stays together. In Cooking in Heels, first time author Ceyenne Doroshow takes tradition to heart with over 50 recipes designed to be easy and inexpensive for the whole family to enjoy. As a...
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blnandrsn:
fic where there’s realistic development, realizations and progressions of relationships
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straightwhiteman:
i dont like getting yelled at i literally stand there and burst into tears
#same #if someone takes a mildly angry tone with me I start crying
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Ugh ugh ugh
I promised to come help out with tech stuff at the talent show tonight, but I kind of feel like shit and I really don’t want to go? I mean of course I’m going anyway, because I like being dependable, but like. I don’t know.
I really love being involved with tech, because I can be a part of things without actually being noticed or whatever. The only things I do are...
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