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kikuul:

The way she tried to handle her keys omfg

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Anonymous asked: these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"

thepoetspace:

incogneeco:

whiteoppression:

famphic:

anthotny:

postracialcomments:

lmfaoooooooooooooo Yes!

Lmao!
How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.

i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?

i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…

I’m not racist, blacks just need to stop complaining
Living in the past and white people blaming
I work hard, no handouts for every little fraction
If white privilege isn’t fair, then how is affirmative action?

This post is everything

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"I have often found it curious that many Western women fail to notice the forces that make them dress as they do, yet they pity Muslim women wearing the hijab, unaware that covering their heads is sometimes a choice that educated women make on their own."

- Between Two World by Zainab Salbi (via librarianreadseverything)

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rightfullypink:

Vintage Halloween Costumes 

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"Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter, my fingertips touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours."

- Frida Kahlo; The Diary Of Frida Kahlo (via dieworten)

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awkwardnarturtle:

i-mahu:

There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.

This is the best description ever

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thepoetspace:

msdeonb:

thuginsince95:

She said it!!!!

Wellllllllll

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lennepkade:

BECAUSE IT’S SO MUCH FUN, JAN!

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