• 23rd August
    2014
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  • 23rd August
    2014
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lennon-in-the-sky-with-timelords:

So my cousin was in a gay pride parade and everything in her outfit and makeup was rainbow but she was wearing red contacts and while marching, a protester behind her yelled “You’re going straight to hell” and she turns around to face him with her fuCKING blood red eyes and she says “well duh, I got a kindom to run” and the protester nearly fucking passed out that is her legacy I want to be like her

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  • 23rd August
    2014
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the-robot-condese:

tiny-little-nebula:

taloa-nashoba:

thatthirstyniggafromclass:

misconceptions about strippers. 

pussy preach more sense than the fuckin government.

I want to break necks when people shade strippers. Let’s see your janky ass get out there and look that cute in 6 inch heels for 8 hours, smiling the entire time, stroking egos, pretending a dude’s breath doesn’t smell like a rotten animal.

Truth.

My sister has a Masters in Education. She got a job at one of the poorest schools in the city, but didn’t make enough money to pay to keep her tiny house heated through the Oregon winter or buy enough food or take her dog to the vet (first person who drops the word rehome gets a kick in the face.) so she quit and the only job she could get because she’s “overqualified” to work at Fred Meyers was at a strip club because she minored in ballet. I think people forget that stripping is like any other job: you have to have some experience.

And all those crumpled one dollar bills? 20% of that goes back into the club because strippers are renting the stages they dance on. Sometimes it’s more.

Despite all of that, my sister makes more money than she ever did because she works 80 hour weeks and literally never takes a day off. She teaches classes to drunk white girls, she does private parties, she does entertainment for conferences and shows. 

When I had to go to the ER last February and got a bill for $800 that I couldn’t pay, my sister sent me money so I wouldn’t be sent to collections. 

My sister is the classiest motherfucker in a pair of six inch heels. Anyone who calls her a dumb slut or a hoe gets their shit wrecked.

that’s the best thing i ever just heard get said

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  • 23rd August
    2014
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morphia-writes:

oliviatheelf:

hippist:

finding-peace-within-me:

no words

finally someone put up the whole thing, tragically beautiful

I know someone will ask, so this is from the movie Watchmen. The entire movie has nothing to do with this scene, really, considering it’s about heroes. But it is a beautiful opener. 

If you think Watchmen had nothing to do with this scene ‘because it’s about heroes’ then you totally missed the point of the movie.

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  • 22nd August
    2014
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  • 22nd August
    2014
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  • 22nd August
    2014
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I asked you, once, to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. Where was his infinite fucking patience then? It’s not right, it’s not fair! We’ve paid our debt. Don’t you think it’s time? Don’t you think it’s time we went home?

[ get to know me meme | (4/5) favourite movies | Dogma ]

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  • 22nd August
    2014
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nabyss:

badass-bharat-deafmuslim-artista:

showland:

Enough said.

I fucking hate ISIS. I wrote a tweet blasting ISIS yesterday on my twitter, and it only got one RT, but I have over 1,000 followers. That’s right.. keep ignoring us.

This. ISI is killing EVERYONE. If you don’t follow their rules they don’t give a shit that you are a muslim. I mean even al quaïda is at war against Isi saying those guys are too dangerous and crazy for them.

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  • 22nd August
    2014
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  • 22nd August
    2014
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Feminism is not about who opens the jar.

It is not about who pays for the date. It is not about who moves the couch. It is not about who kills the bugs. It is not about who cooks the dinner. It’s not even about who stays home with the kids, as long as the decision was made together, after thinking carefully about your situation and coming to an agreement that makes sense for your particular marriage and family.

It is about making sure that nobody ever has to do anything by “default” because of their gender. The stronger person should move the couch. The person who enjoys cooking more, has more time for it, and/or is better at it should do the cooking. Sometimes the stronger person is male, sometimes not. Sometimes the person who is best suited for cooking is female, sometimes not. You should do what works.

But it is also about letting people know that it is okay to change. If you’re a woman who wants to become stronger, that’s great. If you’re a man who wants to learn how to cook, that’s also great. You might start out with a relationship where the guy opens all the jars and the girl cooks all the meals, but you might find that you want to try something else. So try it.