new favourite song; has some crazy beats and really emotive lyrics and lots of hot babes
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
(Source: kushandwizdom)
| 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? | 2. Are you outgoing or shy? | 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? | 4. Are you easy to get alone with? | 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? | 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? | 7. Do you think you'll be in a relationship two months from now? | 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? | 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? | 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? | 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? | 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? | 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? | 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? | 15. What good thing happened this summer? | 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? | 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? | 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? | 19. Do you like bubble baths? | 20. Do you like your neighbors? | 21. What are you bad habits? | 22. Where would you like to travel? | 23. Do you have trust issues? | 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? | 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? | 26. What do you do when you wake up? | 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? | 28. Who are you most comfortable around? | 29. Have any of your ex's told you they regret breaking up? | 30. Do you ever want to get married? | 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? | 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? | 33. Spell your name with your chin. | 34. Do you play sports? What sports? | 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? | 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? | 37. What do you say during awkward silences? | 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? | 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? | 40. What do you want to do after high school? | 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? | 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? | 43. Do you smile at strangers? | 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? | 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? | 46. What are you paranoid about? | 47. Have you ever been high? | 48. Have you ever been drunk? | 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? | 50. Are you a virgin? |
(Source: drasony)
Good… My boyfriend has found the perfect girl… And it’s not me…
![witchsistah:
ashe-phoenix:
madamethursday:
[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]
staghunts:
“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in:
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said.
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back.
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this.
I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER.
Why, of all things, is this story being censored?
Because it makes White people look bad.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3v4ahIMJ41qlxu8ho1_500.jpg)
[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]
“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in:
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said.
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back.
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this.
I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER.
Why, of all things, is this story being censored?
Because it makes White people look bad.
