5 things to quit this week: - Trying to please everyone - Fearing change - Living in the past - Putting yourself down - Overthinking
no homo but that moment u step into a patch of sunlight and ur body had forgotten what it was like to feel warm.. im in love
Animals are here with us, not for us.
Jenny Brown (via celestinevibes)
Concept: you do not complete me, you remind me that I’m whole
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#justiceformuslims
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.
Have a great day x
Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this.
I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this
why are the artists on ink master allowed to say shit like “i hate tattooing dark skin” like just bc you’re bad at your job doesn’t mean you get to be openly racist
indigenous artists have been successfully tattooing dark skin for thousands of years & here comes your white ass saying tattoos aren’t made for dark skin 👀
Being a woman is hard af.
No boobs? Damn. Grow some. Boobs? Cover yourself. You’re so vulgar. No ass? Everyone will laugh at you for it. Ass? Well, better cover yourself cause you don’t wanna draw attention to that booty, right? Short? You need to wear those heels. Tall? Damn. You cannot be taller than men. Also, never wear heels. Skinny? Gotta gain weigh cause no one likes bones. Chubby? Eat healthy!!!! Nobody likes fat bitches. You like makeup? Hell no. Taking you swimming on the first date. No makeup? Please, take care of yourself. Don’t be so lazy.
We, women, are constantly shamed for everything so we, as well, might do whatever we want.
Why don’t any pet pigs come through my drive thru 😭😭
