“and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love” Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via feellng)

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I’m only sharing tweets for those who are not on twitter and can’t see how passionate and outraged journalists are as they tweet from #Ferguson.

If you are on Twitter, here’s a good roster of people to follow if you want to keep updated.

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This made me wanna cry!

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1. Don’t try to piss quietly. Nobody in a public restroom thinks you’re knitting in your stall. They came to piss, just like you. And if you have to take a dump, do it. Get over your fear of public toilets. It’ll make life a lot easier.

2. Masturbate. Masturbate a lot. Talk about it with your friends. You’ve got the right to make yourself feel good and brag about it just like all the boys with extra large kleenex packages on their desks.

3. If you want the large fries, get the large fries. Hunger and appetite are nothing to be ashamed of, just human. Don’t ever feel guilty for eating in front of others. You need to nourish your body to stay alive. We all do.

4. Laugh as loud as you have to, no matter if you snort or gasp or literally scream.

5. Fart when you have to.

6. Always remember you weren’t born to visually please others. Forget the phrase “what if they think it’s ugly”. If you think it’s lovely, it is lovely. You wanna wear it, wear it!

7. Speak your mind! You can learn to do so without insulting others or shoving your opinion down other people’s throats.

Seven Simple Ways To Free Yourself, from girl to girl  (via ichfuehlmich-funky)

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"Gulabi Gang" is a gang of women in India who track down and beat abusive husbands with brooms.

this is too thug not to reblog

damn u go gurls




"Gulabi Gang" is a gang of women in India who track down and beat abusive husbands with brooms.

this is too thug not to reblog

damn u go gurls

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The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)


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A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."


There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

I’m just gonna keep reblogging this because this is truly how white America works. Like people have their weddings on plantations, Blackface was and still is a major source of entertainment and the biggest movie of all time was Gone With the Wind. White America will kill Black people and then smile and laugh and enjoy their day it sickens me that we’re treated this way.


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Anonymous said: these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"







lmfaoooooooooooooo Yes!

How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.

i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?

i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…


Thank you anonymous.



An epiphany while walking to the store in the rain, standing at a light to cross the street and an old Korean man stood next to me looking me up and down like I’m crazy because I didn’t have an umbrella in the rain (I live in S. Korea, btw).

I’m surrounded by the belief that beauty is wrapped up in size, and the lightness of your skin. Needless to say I don’t fit in the category of beauty in this country, so standing on the belief of my beauty has rested on my own shoulders. Admittedly, this has not been the easiest journey; I cried once because of the horrible things someone I didn’t know said about me and I said I would never allow anyone to make me cry because I don’t fit in their category of beauty. I’ve been working on it, and working on it, and working on it.

However, whenever I feel I’ve reached a level of calm another jackass comes around and helps me realize I still have work to do on myself because I allowed their comment to affect me. My current situation is as follows, I’m surrounded by people who are broken, with low self esteem, and no real goals. Through observation I’ve noticed that they thrive on gossiping and putting others down because of their low self-esteem and shallow outlook on life, beauty, and all that makes living worthwhile.

So, after sitting through conversation after conversation and dealing with these life lessons on a variety of lessons in a variety of situations, from various people I realized -

People desire to break you down when they are intimidated by your strength, your spirit, your soul. You have in you what they lack, they see this when you can’t, so they attack the part of you they know hurts you. Often what hurts us the most is our outward appearance or feeling of self-worth on some level (the not good enough area of our personality) - so, they attack that which they know hurts to darken what they know is stronger. It’s like that movie “In Her Shoes” with Cameron Diaz. She slept with her sisters love interest, the sister catches her and highlights obvious detrimental and negative traits in her personality and Cameron says “Well, you’re fat!” - and the sister started laughing because that was all she had.

My point is that I know this has been said before, I know I’ve heard this before but for some reason as stood on the corner with the Korean man looking me up and down - something clicked.

Any aspect of you that you question ppl will attack. Mine is my weight, and trust in my abilities (the smart enough area) - this and most of last year I’ve been challenged to believe in myself, to believe in my beauty, to believe in being smart enough, and to not allow people who are intimidated by my strength to have any power over an iota of emotion that I feel about myself.

So, I needed to hold on to this moment so the next time I’m sitting in a conversation and a person attempts to activate the button that makes me question myself, I know not to allow people in that space.

The healing and growth continues!😏

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