i had a dream last night that i was working at starbucks and steve rogers walked in and ordered an iced americano and i said “one iced americano for the iced americano" and then i woke myself up by laughing too hard at my own joke
“Nobody says anything about that”
His autopsy reports did show that his skin colour was changed by the condition, not artificially.
It fucking kills when people to this day still say he bleached his skin so he wouldn’t be black anymore. No. He suffered from vitiligo, a condition that steadily reduces melanin in your skin until you’re essentially white. It’s not treatable and there really is no cure. And it just. Ugh.
five sets of two hands, fingers spread wide
my best friend lying next to me squeaks out
“never have I ever masturbated”
a chortle and a shrug between the boys as they flick down their obligatory fingers
and I can’t help but feel a twinge in my stomach as my pinky follows suit
the silence in the room is thick and grey and suddenly sliced by
have you ever experienced fun?
I pull away a hair caught in my scarlet lipstick
in my reflection I see my table mate from english class
behind me she blinks twice and scoffs
“who are you trying to impress?”
the bathroom door is closed behind her before I can ask
the last time she did something to impress herself.
before a trip to the mall
one of my friends spends two hours
perfecting her bronzer
and choosing the perfect pair of shoes
the other rubs in dry shampoo
and is out the door in less than five minutes
they are two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.
my father calls me beautiful through a mouthful of popcorn
as I pour a glass of milk to accompany my now third piece of leftover birthday cake
he plants a kiss on my cheek and I grin as I wipe it away.
she asks me what to do to start loving herself
and I send her away to my full length mirror
and demand to only speak to her
when she’s found something to adore
the way I did with my knobby knees
and tiger-striped hips
and big square teeth
fifteen minutes go by
and she finally points to the freckles on her nose
splits into a grin
the one that makes everyone weak in the knees
and I watch the lightbulb go off above her head
as she realizes
it’s never been her job to hate her body
i tell my sister she looks cute today
and the look on her boyfriend’s face
when she blurts out “damn right I do!”
I used to worry that I’d never find someone who loved me at all
and now my biggest fear
is finding someone who can adore me as much as I’ve come to.
CultureHISTORY: The Ferguson Protests - #NMOS14
In light of Mike Brown’s murder, and the police occupation of Ferguson, something extraordinary is happening. With the help of #BlackTwitter, social media, the spotlight of national attention and the impassioned citizens of Ferguson, a protest movement is taking shape and it is important to bear witness.
First there was the #IfTheyGunnedMeDown thread which was reported in the NY Times & LA Times, the #DontShoot thread of photos (some above), and tomorrow a National Moment of Silence across the country for the victims of police brutality.
Thursday, August 14th – #NMOS14 - 4:00P (PT) / 6:00P (CT) / 7:00P (ET). Check cities/location here.
The issue of police brutality against communities of color is a decades-old problem. But with new technology, everyone has access to more information and these cases are getting more attention. Plus, in the last four weeks, four unarmed black men have been killed by policemen across the country. Along with Mike Brown in St. Louis, Eric Garner in New York, John Crawford in Dayton, OH and Ezell Ford in L.A. Yes, it’s time for a movement.
This is fucking bullshit right here.
No, not the Ferguson crisis happening because that is important and critical, but this fucking post right here.
Some people use tumblr as a getaway from the world around them. Sometimes this is quite vital to them. So you can’t fucking blame a person for not reblogging current news posts if it means protecting their goddamn mental health.
I’m all for educating oneself about what’s going on currently, and I encourage that people at least make themselves aware of what’s happening where and why. But don’t you dare fucking hate a person because they are doing what’s best for themselves and their mental health. We’re not being fucking ignorant. We’re aware. We’re informed, which is the most a lot of people can do from in front of their computers and desks, but don’t you fucking judge people for not reblogging something or whatever.
What’s happening is terrible, yes, but hating people for not putting their mental states at risk is also fucking terrible and disgusting.
I’m fucking pissed off at a whole fucking lot of you. Bye.
This is important, because there’s a difference between someone ignoring whats going on because they don’t care, and someone trying to protect their mental health so that they don’t spiral down even worse from all the negativity that’s going on.
If you harass, attack, put blame on someone because they’re trying to keep themselves from falling into a very, very bad pit of anxiety/depression/any other mental health issue that could stem from any of this, then you are horrible.
I understand that what’s happening in Ferguson is inexcusable, hell I’m reblogging what I can to spread awareness or news or anything of the sort because it’s not right at all. But people with mental health issues who are badly affected by what’s happening there and need to tumblr savior/post block what is happening should not be shamed for doing so, because what good does it do to put someone’s mental (and maybe even physical state) at risk as well with what’s happening?
it does no good at all.
So please just be aware that there are people out there who do genuinely care, but need to be safe for there own personal reasons and have to stay clear of what is happening, please.
Tag your posts, be conscious of and respectful of other people who are triggered by the events that are occurring.
'Cause everyone needs a flower crown Carlos :3
R.I.P Robin Williams, the world lost a ray of light today