thehazyrealmmotel:

Man should I stay up to see the bloody moon
I’m so tired though because I’m a 45 year old working woman

You’re Only 45 Onceee

Last year some girls expressed deep concern at the fact that I still Sometimes wear scrunchies
and i get that, i guess, cause i usually reserve them for homely, sometimes sporty moments cause they are so much kinder to my hair

but last night a girl complimented my barrette, like my completely plain, blend-in-my-hair-as-much-as-possible barrette - saying it was something you really don’t see too much anymore and that it was cool that i Still did that

and I’m just like

What

what is this

therandomlifeofafandomgirl:

dumbfricker:

pensiveprincess:

why is that pine cone drinking

that’s a pangolin! it is like an anteater with heavy armor! they live mostly in southeast asia and curl up into a ball when threatened!

no it’s a pine cone

therandomlifeofafandomgirl:

dumbfricker:

pensiveprincess:

why is that pine cone drinking

that’s a pangolin! it is like an anteater with heavy armor! they live mostly in southeast asia and curl up into a ball when threatened!

no it’s a pine cone

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mmetre:

Keanu Reeves by Deborah Feingold.

just for today

mmetre:

Keanu Reeves by Deborah Feingold.


just for today

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I honestly can’t remember the last time i got home, and thought"mmm, i could really use a cold pop"looks like it’s just gonna be one of those kinds of summers (springs) though

I honestly can’t remember the last time i got home, and thought
"mmm, i could really use a cold pop"

looks like it’s just gonna be one of those kinds of summers (springs) though

That’s racist, Brenda.

after receiving five new messages upon waking, including a “you have no idea who i am or who i’m friends with”, i foolishly decided to try once more -

me: this does not have to do with who’s friends with who, i see this shit on my newsfeed, i may not know you but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t involve me. that doesn’t mean that your kind of idealism doesn’t affect others. and i seriously cannot navigate through fb without running into the arrogant spittle of racially ignorant people. you may not consider yourself a racist no, but this society is white supremist in its structure and its presence, and you are withholding it in your ignorance, i don’t know the inner workings of who you are, but i read what you wrote and i see you are still whining over the fact that you can’t do a thing that is oppressive, hurtful, and angering to countless human beings because you are white, you are throwing words back and forth in a repetitive manner but you are not choosing to listen or to understand - all you hear is “i can’t do this because i am white”, and that obviously bothers you. you are trying to act like race shouldn’t matter in this, when it is what shapes our entire society and if you want to combat That, fighting for the rights of white people to say nigger is completely and entirely the wrong place to start. this is not a post-racial society, there are wounds that have not begun to heal yet, in fact, the violent blows have not even ceased to fall.

him: So, because I was accidentally born a certain skin color, I’m told I’m not supposed to say a certain word. That’s racist, Brenda. That’s doing to white people what white people did to black people. You really think the answer to racism is more racism? I’m not responsible for the discrimination felt by black people in this country, and I’m baffled that you just lump me in with every other white person who ever lived. You ask me to not be racist while you can be racist towards me.
That makes sense? That’s logical? That’s the answer you want to go with? Because I still don’t get it. Explain to me how you’re not answering racism with more racism.






Cue the Aamer Rahman -Reverse Racism video!

because I’m done

These are foolish posts I know. but this is myspace today, and i’m just done
Like accidentally born a certain skin color done
thestartropics:
Brenda?

I just now saw thisand thought “Me?” before I saw your “Brenda?”(but I can’t figure out how to like things on your internet)

thestartropics:


Brenda?

I just now saw this
and thought “Me?” before I saw your “Brenda?”


(but I can’t figure out how to like things on your internet)

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Honestly,
somewhere around the 15th time in my adult life where I heard a white male talk about the oppressive, destructive, ignorance-harboring force that is “religion”, I had to start asking if they are actually just completely missing something or if it is  more a conscious effort to cover tracks


Sade – Lover's Rock (1,927 plays)

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"بين منطوق لم يقصد
و مقصود لم ينطق
تضيع الكثير من المحبة"

Between what is said and not meant

And what is meant and not said

Most of love is lost.

-Gibran Khalil Gibran

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The other night was pretty cool.

I was awoken from an epic dream by a Wild thunderstorm.
Thankfully, it was one of those dreams worth remembering, and I was just about to fall back asleep without getting to record it when I was jerked back to life by a great thunder and I realized that not only was it hailing but there was some Crazy lightning pattern taking place. My housemates woke up too, and Renae was so Positive that it must have been a transformer that was hit, because none us had ever seen such a pattern of flashes in lightning before. I ended up being the one to check (I’m not Typically the brave one), running out in my leopard print robe, into the wind and the rain (after the hail had passed) to look up and see that the flashing was definitely taking place in the clouds above (and not a transformer).
I was beautiful and memorable.

but also cause I had just had a weird sci-fi dream
one that I recorded that night in the dark and sleepiness. It was nine pages long (in sleep-writing though which is big and spread out. It starts out like:

"A man deep in space discovered an alien satellite, that was sending out broken signals. As he got closer the signal started to patternize, turning [the computer system here was circular but "turning" isn’t the right word, I’d have to draw it] faster and faster as he approached, until it stopped suddenly, and the signal exploded into darkness. He woke in a high-rise hotel back on Earth."

And ended like this: 
"I saw [a kid i barely know] and his girlfriend amongst the quiet hotel evacuees on the overly crowded roof. I mentioned to them that the presence causing this was from space, and they laughed. "No really" I explained to them, "My husband brought it back with him. And I can’t decide if I have to stop it, or if I need to stop us." I was feeling particularly brave I noted, realizing that I was standing in my underwear, talking to someone I barely knew, speaking freely of my ridiculous-sounding understanding of the matter. And I knew I was going back into that building to find the man who made it back to Earth with no memory as to how. And I had no idea what I was going to do,"

What happened in between is my story :}


It was my little sister’s birthday yesterday,

Everytime I go to my parents’ house and she’s studying the house has to be dead silent. I mean like if I am talking to a family member in another room in my voice, which is a quiet voice, she yells that she is studying.

And my parents start whispering and instruct everyone not to upset her, but I am bad at complying with things I think are ridiculous,

This is my peaceful solution.

I love my sister (don’t tell her I said this, we don’t talk in such ways), but/cause we are fights

more spring cleaning (over 13,000 photos…)

more spring cleaning (over 13,000 photos…)