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i am a woman of color. you and i, we don’t have the same experiences, nor would i ever try to equate them. but months later i still feel the sting of betrayal and no matter how you try to couch your words as meaningless and spoken carelessly, i don’t understand how they could be anything but.

she told me that there were elements of an abusive relationship. acknowledging that makes me hurt a little inside. she also told me that when she showed it to her guy, he read jealousy in all that vitriol. i stared at her in shock and disbelief. where i come from, i’ve almost always felt like the village failure. what’s there to be jealous of? but then i realized that when all the people whom you resented for being so blissfully unconscious of their privileges are also the ones who actually worked their asses off to come here… and you didn’t, jealousy is really the least of your worries. some irony that is, though, right?

but ever since then, oh how things have changed. for six months i was so frustrated that i wasn’t learning more and getting better. but sometimes you really do need to cut ties to make room for the good. i’m sure as hell not fluent in french but sometimes i can fool ‘em and when i can’t, hey, that’s what the red lipstick’s for.

versatilequeen:

daniellemertina:

spartanbitch:

realest shit i ever heard

Rihanna is on point with this one. 

I needed to read this.

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grumpytoad:

sweatandink:

There there…

*melts*

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jadedmalice:

c-conda:

• Truth.

This guy knows what’s up.

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ambassadorabroad:

The edge of the Sahara at sunrise, outside Merzouga, with the Algerian border about 10km east.  

forever heartbroken that we aren’t going to make the trip :(

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fatflagrantfeminist:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

beam-meh-up-scotty:

Kanye West getting deep on twitter

SOLID.

this is why I love this man. 

Okay, if you don’t love Kanye, I question you and will forever until you learn.
I’ve never had a man ask me straight up if it was okay to use the word “bitch” even endearingly.
Not once.

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i have known a lot of ugliness this year. there’s a lot of baggage that hit me with full force because i never saw it coming. stuff i’m wary about discussing with the suits upstairs because i don’t want to feel any more vulnerable or indebted to them. so much of that changed anyway, once i moved out of agdal. sometimes i wish i could throw away the plane ticket and find a flat in sale or something instead, but as it is akkari-kebibat is wonderful too. after class today, i went to the neighborhood souk, marveling at being able to wander around without any strangers leering at me. i got lunch, two potato fritters and a really deliciously spiced chicken sandwich at a cart just on the outskirts of the souk. i’m not at all outgoing in nature, but somehow it felt completely normal to perch on a stool and crack jokes with the sandwich guy and th eother customers like i’m their little sister. then again, in this part of town, i’m everybody’s little sister. it’s how i know that sometimes, it only takes a mile of love to heal a thousand miles of pain.

afrosinspace:

nappyminds:

Today this Asian girl stood up and told a white girl to shut her paper lips up. 

ME casually in the back, clapping it up.

PAPER LIPS DOE

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paper-snow-a-ghost:

craftyjai:

ride-the-vibes:

This is JASON FYLES and he goes to my university (Newcastle University, North East of England) He is 19 years old, 5’8, ginger hair and slim. He was last seen in the Sandyford area at 2:45am on Thursday morning and has not been seen since. He was wearing a blue shirt, grey cardigan, beige chinos and brown ankle boots. Everyone in uni is so worried about him along with his family and friends. We are coming together as a university to appeal for his safe return. It is thought that he lost his friends on the night out and tried to make his way back by himself. Please, I am begging for you to REBLOG THIS, even if you don’t live in Newcastle, or England. Every REBLOG means that someone else will see his face, they will know who we are looking for, and your followers could be the one to know his whereabouts. Stay safe Jason, we’re looking for you. 
THIS WILL NOT RUIN YOUR BLOG! 

Local news report

PLEASE. Nobody reblogged my own post on this which I posted an hour or so ago so I’m wondering if nobody will now. This guy is my friend. If I have ever sent you a nice ask or reblogged something of yours and it made you happy for a second (or even if I haven’t; this is about helping him, not doing me a favour) for God’s sake just help now, help to find my friend Jason. You want me to make him human to you?

• Once we all grew beans in pots as part of a Biology experiment- the experiment failed miserably and made the whole lab stink, but his was the only bean that grew and he was actually pretty proud about it
• He learned to knit as part of a school project where he had to learn a creative skill, and when a couple of people teased him about it he said “gender is a social construct” and carried on knitting like a badass
• He loves the scene in The Great Gatsby where Gatsby throws all his silk shirts around and he and I used to giggle over it together
• Once I asked him if he had a string of tinsel I could use in a photoshoot and he brought me a big cardboard box full of tinsel and fairy lights because he’s a helpful and lovely guy

He’s HUMAN and he needs our HELP and just PLEASE PLEASE FUCKING REBLOG THIS??? He’s been missing for four days now- when he went missing he would have been wearing his contact lenses and he won’t have had his (very thick) glasses with him so by now he’ll have had to take his contacts out and throw them away and he won’t be able to see well and oh God just please signal boost this

I reblogged this earlier but there are thousands of you who see my posts so it’s worth putting it out there again

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i was going to be responsible and start on school stuff, but i decided to go cry instead. moving 4000 away from home wasn’t scary at all; after wishing and hoping for so long, it felt like most logical, natural choice i could have made. but the thought of going back to school in the fall? nah, man. i’m scared shitless. dropping everything to go to a country that i knew basically nothing about, that feels like a piece of cake in comparison.

likearoadthroughmountains:

jerikson:

jayheartless:

Loved her. 

I always gotta reblog this

I fucking love Ms. Grotke and this show.

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