And this is why we corroborate our information.
SO I CAN LIVE OFF MASHED POTATOES
IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYING
this was a large study spanning many years and is sometimes known as irelandHeyryanvoid, remember when Kevin tried this and got scurvy?
I remember that text conversation.
"So I might have scurvy. At the doctor’s office now."
"If you’ve somehow managed to get scurvy, I demand that you text me as a pirate, you son of a bitch."
Three hours later:
"…yarrr. I gots the scurrrrrvy."
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.
this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories
This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,
This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.
This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers…
this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.
I love this show forever.
Join Luis Prada on his long-overdue encounter with Kangaroo Black Voice and White Rihanna.
#4. Iggy Azalea Feat. Rita Ora — “Black Widow”
If rappers had to perform the skits they put on their albums in front of a crowd, the only laughs they’d get would come from the sound beer bottles make when they shatter against teeth. So a rapper opening their music video with a comedy sketch is like a chef serving a jar of fart as an appetizer. … From there, the video turns into a take on Kill Bill. Azalea waves a sword in a dojo for eight seconds and becomes a warrior. Then a ninja comes in and throws a dart at her face, which turns out to be an order to kill Michael Madsen.
Holy shit, I’m just reblogging this for “Kangaroo Black Voice.”
this dog is shit at being eeyore
I’m tired of talking about feminism to men.
I’m tired of explaining to men that the feminist movement will, in fact, benefit them as well as women. I’m tired of trying to hawk gender equality like I’m some kind of car salesman showing off a shiny new sedan, explaining all of its bells and whistles. I’m tired of smiling through a thousand thoughtless microaggressions, tired of providing countless pieces of evidence, tired of being questioned on every. Single. Damn. Thing.I’m tired of proving that microaggressions exist, tired of proving that I’m unfairly questioned and asked for proof. For a movement that’s centered around the advancement and empowerment of women, why do I feel like I’m supposed to spend so damn much of my time carefully considering how what I say and do will be taken by men?
I’m tired of men who insert themselves into feminist spaces with claims of hurt feelings. I’m tired of men who somehow manage to make every issue about them. I’m tired of men like the one who recently stopped by a friend’s Facebook thread in order to call feminism “c*nty”, then lecture the women involved for being too “hostile” in their responses to him. I’m tired of men telling me that my understanding of feminism and rape culture are wrong, as if these aren’t things that I have studied intensely. I’m tired of men who claim to be feminist allies, then abuse that position to their own advantage. I’m so fucking exhausted by the fact that I know that I will have to, at some point in this piece, mention that I understand that not all men are like that. I will have to note that some men are good allies. And all of those things are true! And all of you good allies get cookies! But honestly,I’m tired of handing out cookies to people just because they’re decent fucking human beings.
by Edward Gorey
Bling Bling - Junglepussy
Tonight’s getting ready music.
sugaryburns said: Do you know about any signs of depression?
Well, I’m not much of an authority, I have no training in psychology or psychiatry, but I’ve dealt with depression for a pretty big chunk of my life so I know the signs in me. If you’re looking to spot them in someone else, there are a few seemingly generally agreed upon warning signs.
- Loss of interest in activities they previously loved (not just growing out of one thing, but really being unable to ‘get into’ anything they like or really enjoy anything)
- Sudden changes in appetite or weight (rapid enough as to be unhealthy/upsetting) like suddenly binge eating on a regular basis, or not eating much at all, or eating listlessly and constantly
- Loss of energy/sleep changes, ie if they start barely sleeping or sleeping all the time
- Concentration problems, if they start forgetting everything or being unable to focus
- Reckless behavior. This was a big one for me in my depression, sometimes depressed people will feel like there’s no reason to be cautious or care about their own life or future, so they’ll suddenly just say ‘fuck it’ and start doing dangerous things
- You might notice a depressed person just stop caring about their appearance. That’s not to say that someone who doesn’t put any effort into their appearance has something wrong with them, but any time someone who previously took a great deal of pride in something and put a lot of effort into it suddenly stops caring about it, it might be a red flag. If someone normally carefully chooses their outfits and does their hair and then starts wearing a greasy sweatsuit for five days in a row, it could be a warning sign.
- Anger/Irritability in strange, unexpected outbursts
When in doubt, just talk to the person and ask them how they’re feeling. Sometimes something specific triggers a person’s depression and they won’t want to talk about that, but even if you don’t know the cause you might be able to find out if they’re really depressed or if they’re just having a bad week. All of the things above affect everybody from time to time. It’s when it lingers and starts to swallow them up over a period of time that it stops being ‘bummed out’ or ‘a bad spell’ and starts being really serious.
You can ask them if they’re feeling tired or achy, if they’re feeling helpless or hopeless about something, how they feel about themselves.
Some depressed people won’t want to seek help, and that’s understandable. Just be there as best you can for them. Every once in a while text them a reminder that says ‘Hey, thinking of you. Just wanted to let you know you’re super rad and having you as a friend makes my life better’ or something like that. Don’t pressure them into too many social situations if they don’t feel up for it, but be as available as you can, and just make it a point to remind them occasionally that they’re loved and they have worth and that if they’d like to talk, you’re there for them. Sometimes just knowing someone is there to talk is enough, even if they don’t feel like they can talk about it yet.
And most importantly, when you have a depressed person you care about in your life, make sure you keep up with self-care. Love yourself. Nurture yourself. Caring for others is super hard work, and it can be emotionally draining and drag you down. Make sure you have what you need and take time for yourself. Take a bubble bath and re-affirm that your needs and wants are valid and important, and that you do not come second to the people you’re caring for.
I hope this helps! Major love~
Before you chime in against the “white knights”, ask yourself this simple question: “Would what I’m about to say get me yelled at or punched in my stupid fucking face if I said it in real life?”
#4. We’re Incapable of Mature Conversations About Gender
There’s a baffling disconnect where gamers want to be taken seriously, but they also want to be able to call Quinn (or Anita Sarkeesian, or Brianna Wu, or Jennifer Hepler, or the woman who just chainsawed them in half in Gears of War) insults that the average convicted sex offender would consider over the line. They want to have their asshole cake and eat it too.
Well, guess what? If you can’t talk like an adult, then you have to keep sitting at the kids table. But I’ll let you in on another secret: it’s not hard to talk like a sane adult human.
Ferrari Sheppard of Stop Being Famous interviews Kenyan-born British-Somali award-winning poet Warsan Shire.
Shire talks about the the importance of memory and its connecting factor to human experiences, writing and seeking inspiration in the cinema, the writers and books that inspire her, and discusses her poetic career versus her personal life.
One of my favourite parts of the interview is when she beautifully and boldly declares that “everyone is deserving of love…” as one of the things that she is most sure of in this world.
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