den-zenal:

pacata-bellum:

sheepoflunacy:

waddlebuff:

tinyitalia:

aiklahori:

- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing. 

Beautiful..

^^^^acurate gif use

Im crying so hard oh my gosh. :c

tears in my eyes noo

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chibird:

No matter what mistakes you make or bumps in the road you come across, you are not a failure. Don’t forget that. >v<

chibird:

No matter what mistakes you make or bumps in the road you come across, you are not a failure. Don’t forget that. >v<

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strawberrymyeolchi:

i started crying by the time the chorus came around. 

everybody, please watch this video. it’s not another cute romance or  break-up song.  the video very clearly shows that this is about Lee Michelle’s struggle to be accepted in very large part to her skin color. The child acting in this deserves every single award, as does Michelle. Both the song and the video hit really hard.

some important things to keep in mind:

- Michelle is half black and half Korean. Some people act like saying “African American” is better than black, but she’s never been to America. Afro-Hispanic people exist, African people exist —  not everyone black is African American.

-for God’s sake, PLEASE don’t comment on how amazed you are by her Korean.  She was born and raised in Korea. It’s her first language. Just because she doesn’t “look Korean” to you doesn’t mean she’s not.

- I skipped the first 1:30 of the video because watching a little girl run around in panic makes me anxious, personally. The song starts around 1:35, but parts of the beginning are really cool. I just couldn’t handle it.

- Michelle was also featured in the absolutely gorgeous Rewind by Double K. Please go support both songs!

I want this girl to get support and love from us. Please, check her out, reblog this video, support her with views, anything you can.  It’s clear that she has a struggle before her in the k-pop world despite her incredible talent, charisma, and beauty. It’s really inspiring that she is making that the root of her work.  As a person with brown skin, and also a person with a heart, this was really, really important to me.

(Source: myechi, via sleepdepravity)

professorsugoi:

the-bored-cat:

What does kindness get you? This.

image

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hell-on-high-heels23:

that odd moment when south park says something more beautiful and poetic than most television shows out there

no,like this guy here is the cutest fucking little ball of sunshine though.

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euro-trotter:

teamgold:

This College Girl Is A Teen Mom And She Has A Secret That No One Knows

Real thug tears

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"

When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”

When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.

When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”

(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)

When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.

I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.

No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.

I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.

So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:

In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.

"

— r.d. (via vonmoire)

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Tags: motivational

heyfunniest:

is this even a kid show

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Tags: motivational

livelikelarry13:

blackamazon:

ultralaser:

yabamena:

rectumofglory:

221cbakerstreet:

2brwngrls:

gnomebriela:

Most important NFL commercial to date!

MOTHERFUCKING WEELLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

BOOM

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT HOLY SHIT

BOOM

this again

all day every day

I’d like this played everyday till the name change . In Times Square , possibly projected onto  Mount Rushmore.

Whoa