Mightier Than The Sword

surprisebitch:

thank you

surprisebitch:

thank you

(Source: queenmerbabe, via princess-jell0)

all-the-daisies-in-her-hair:

sammy-got-pimped-for-pie:

In honor of back-to-school.

wow

all-the-daisies-in-her-hair:

sammy-got-pimped-for-pie:

In honor of back-to-school.

wow

(via mnemogui)

its-awesome-turtle-time:

nonstupidname14:

castleforeverx:

YES.YES.YES. People need to realise this 

This belongs more on Facebook than it does on tumblr.

i think you’re missing out on some of tumblr then… but it should be on facebook too, it should be on every social media site!

(Source: ikantenggelem, via true-life-of-a-fabulous-fangirl)

tamponangel:

brain-food:

Preachhhhh

IMPORTANT

tamponangel:

brain-food:

Preachhhhh

IMPORTANT

(via myndabadger)

and this is why I’m a bigger Dreamworks fan; try again Disney

(Source: assassinandthecaptain, via theseakoala)

killerbunniestudios:

healthybdsm:

lorrainelola:

My friend wrote this article on Reddit and it is now going viral everywhere. She really did nail it. Reblog the shit out of this and spread it like wildfire!

yoooooooooooooooooo
-Maria

-slow clap-

killerbunniestudios:

healthybdsm:

lorrainelola:

My friend wrote this article on Reddit and it is now going viral everywhere. She really did nail it. Reblog the shit out of this and spread it like wildfire!

yoooooooooooooooooo

-Maria

-slow clap-

(via mnemogui)

White supremacy is the “ethnic” section of the hair aisle. It’s the “African-American” section of the bookstore that’s mostly romance novels for some reason. It’s the prison-industrial complex. It’s Angelina Jolie as Cleopatra.

It’s the fact that most of the wealth and power in the western world sits squarely in the hands of white people. It’s any part of society that treats white as the default and everything else as “other.”

White supremacy is a holdover from the days of colonialism and slavery, but it’s been largely upheld by people who either pretend it’s not there, consciously sustain it, or reinforce it to survive. Respectability politics falls in the latter category.

clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead:

mathishard:

clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead:

Strippers getting mad at pole dancers part 3748 of an unlimited series

Why hate tho? Strippers is athletes too.

We’re hating bc the dead stripper at the bachelor party is a joke used in more than a handful of tv shows and movies, cuz friends thought it would be funny to accuse the stripper of stealing, cuz Chris rock jokes about keeping his daughter off the pole and there are jokes about don’t name your daughter Bambi if you don’t want her to know her way around a pole.
We hate cuz these girls separate themselves from strippers by declaring us talentless, by reassuring themselves and potential audiences that they don’t have daddy issues like we do, they weren’t abused like we were, that they’re artists and we are dumb sluts who shuffle around a pole.We hate because they do pole dancing for a hobby, sanitizing it through the above mechanisms, while we lose jobs, children, admittance to university, and family members for the way we pay rent.
We hate because police joke during raids that if you rape a sex worker, is it rape or theft?
We hate because if we’re assaulted, we can’t go to the cops and know we’ll be taken seriously, let alone get fair treatment.
But go on, talk about how it’s all equal and it’s all sporting.

clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead:

mathishard:

clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead:

Strippers getting mad at pole dancers part 3748 of an unlimited series

Why hate tho? Strippers is athletes too.

We’re hating bc the dead stripper at the bachelor party is a joke used in more than a handful of tv shows and movies, cuz friends thought it would be funny to accuse the stripper of stealing, cuz Chris rock jokes about keeping his daughter off the pole and there are jokes about don’t name your daughter Bambi if you don’t want her to know her way around a pole.

We hate cuz these girls separate themselves from strippers by declaring us talentless, by reassuring themselves and potential audiences that they don’t have daddy issues like we do, they weren’t abused like we were, that they’re artists and we are dumb sluts who shuffle around a pole.

We hate because they do pole dancing for a hobby, sanitizing it through the above mechanisms, while we lose jobs, children, admittance to university, and family members for the way we pay rent.

We hate because police joke during raids that if you rape a sex worker, is it rape or theft?

We hate because if we’re assaulted, we can’t go to the cops and know we’ll be taken seriously, let alone get fair treatment.

But go on, talk about how it’s all equal and it’s all sporting.

(via myndabadger)

vivemarco:

DAMN

vivemarco:

DAMN

(via mnemogui)

“the next time he
points out the
hair on your legs is
growing back remind
that boy your body
is not his home
he is a guest.
warn him to
never outstep
his welcome
again”

—   rupi kaur  (via sarita-aline)

(via sarita-aline)

miraguey:

the—false-shepard:

It’s not a big secret that I have depression and I struggle with it a lot. In the past two weeks my body has ached, I’ve been eating once a day (and getting sick if I eat more than that), I either sleep for 4 hours or 12, and my mood has been erratic. With that said, this isn’t some ploy to gain sympathy, I don’t need your sympathy, it’s merely an insight into why this text meant so much to me after waking up fully aware that I was in for a bad day. Depression isn’t being sad for a few hours over something silly.  Depression isn’t something that can be fixed by “just being happier”. It’s a chemical imbalance that affects everything you do. You’re stuck in your own head and there’s a stigma that follows it that makes you feel crazy. Asking for help makes you feel like a burden-especially when you don’t know how to help yourself or want you want, and even more so when you need help so often. It’s hard to feel like the people in your life are there because they want to be and not just because they’re scared to leave. It’s hard to know that there are people that actually love you and want you around. I don’t talk to this friend often and this text made me realize that love is there even if I don’t hear it. I see it, and that’s what matters. I’ve fished all the careless people out and I’m left with those who genuinely care about me. It means the world to hear those things though. If you know someone with depression, show your love. Say it, write it, give it. Just make sure they know.

miraguey:

the—false-shepard:

It’s not a big secret that I have depression and I struggle with it a lot. In the past two weeks my body has ached, I’ve been eating once a day (and getting sick if I eat more than that), I either sleep for 4 hours or 12, and my mood has been erratic. With that said, this isn’t some ploy to gain sympathy, I don’t need your sympathy, it’s merely an insight into why this text meant so much to me after waking up fully aware that I was in for a bad day. Depression isn’t being sad for a few hours over something silly. Depression isn’t something that can be fixed by “just being happier”. It’s a chemical imbalance that affects everything you do. You’re stuck in your own head and there’s a stigma that follows it that makes you feel crazy. Asking for help makes you feel like a burden-especially when you don’t know how to help yourself or want you want, and even more so when you need help so often. It’s hard to feel like the people in your life are there because they want to be and not just because they’re scared to leave. It’s hard to know that there are people that actually love you and want you around. I don’t talk to this friend often and this text made me realize that love is there even if I don’t hear it. I see it, and that’s what matters. I’ve fished all the careless people out and I’m left with those who genuinely care about me. It means the world to hear those things though. If you know someone with depression, show your love. Say it, write it, give it. Just make sure they know.

(via the-white-in-my-eyes)

queermarcobodt:

"you’re too young to know what your sexuality is" said the straight person to a queer teenager 

"he’s such a ladies’ man" said the straight person about a 6 month old baby that doesn’t know what a lady is

(via mnemogui)

mig14:

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;	 
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;	 
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,	 
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:	 
    But O heart! heart! heart!	        
      O the bleeding drops of red,	 
       Where on the deck my Captain lies,
          Fallen cold and dead.	 
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;	 
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;	  
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;	 
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;	 
    Here Captain! dear father!	 
      This arm beneath your head;	 
        It is some dream that on the deck,
         You’ve fallen cold and dead.	 


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;	 
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;	 
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;	 
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;	 
    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!	 
      But I, with mournful tread,	 
        Walk the deck my Captain lies,	 
          Fallen cold and dead.

mig14:

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

(via true-life-of-a-fabulous-fangirl)

ukpuru:

blood—sport:

Important things from Igbohistory Instagram. European colonialism has, and still continues to dismantle the myriad of sophisticated social constructs upheld by so many African ethnicities, by presenting Africa as a unit by choosing to ignore the huge ocean of differences between ethnic groups, let alone countries.

Interesting fact: Many African ethnic groups, kingdoms, and states were referred to as ‘countries’ before the rise of colonial powers throughout Africa. They were okay as ‘countries’ when slaves and other goods were being traded. You’ll hear of the Ebo country, Benin Country, Whydah Country and so on when reading pre-1850 writing. If you label a kingdom or a state a ‘tribe’ this those what is described above but also implies there was no major or important political organisation. ‘Tribe’ made/makes indigenous African states and ethnic affiliations sound petty and unimportant. Imagine calling the Edo or Songhai people a tribe when their empires have wielded more power than most of the world ever has? But why would you call them countries when you’re trying to impose your own country on them?

(via towardthelight)