POC who live here in America:
I realize you’re hurt by the ignorant words of “white people” who don’t know what they’re talking about, and I’m sorry.
But I have a question for you. In this “land of the free”…aren’t you free? What are their words doing to you, unless you LET them affect you? I thought this was a free country, where people were allowed to speak their minds, and other people were allowed not to listen.
But maybe I was wrong. Maybe the words of people are so strong that it’s impossible to stand up against them. Which is sad, and basically means our country is full of weak people.
No matter what race or gender I am, I would never let people’s words affect me. Don’t you realize they’re just words? Words are not physical, they will not capture and torture you. They won’t keep you from getting a job (and if your race is keeping you from getting a job, that’s the owners problem, not every white person), and they won’t kill you.
Unless you let them.
So take pride in who you are and stop listening to stupid people. It’s that easy. Once you let go of worrying about what other people think, your life will be a hell of a lot easier. And a lot less stressful.
Empower yourself. Empower your own life.
Racism is my fault for being too sensitive yes thank you magic white person
They won’t keep you from getting a job (and if your race is keeping you from getting a job, that’s the owners problem, not every white person), and they won’t kill you.
Racism’s just words, guys. Sticks and stones, right?
As a white person, White People suck. Stop it, White People.
This’ll cover the basics, such as financial expectation, rental history, what to bring for the application process, etc.
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
FUCK PERFECT SOMEHOW THE GUY SEEMS FUCKING PERFECT TOO AH FUCK
Even though I haven’t seen it, I believe that’s what the movie TiMER is about… So sorry to break it to you guys, but it’s not a new idea.
Yeah, that’s exactly TiMER. I think that quote is even from the ads for the timers in the movie.
tiny-dancer8d asked: I was reading this and couldn't help but think of how much this is like me. I think the exact same way. The thing about taking an even number of steps in every tile or side-walk section. Not being able to walk normally because you have to count your steps. and how if you accidentally step on a crack you have to step on a crack with the other foot because it feels uneven. And how you don't like being touched because if feels un even. I am the same way.
Everyone: this is re: my OCD post, which I just reblogged on my Fitblr.
You and I, tiny-dancer, are brain buddies. *hugs*
Hey new followers!
In addition to writing, I also reblog art and great writing/drawing tips.
This tutorial is incredible if you are a character designer looking to diversify your female characters. Adding weight to a character is not as simple as drawing a simple body and curving the lines; you have to know the body structure to get it right.
I tried the second character from the left “Gwen” and was shocked at how close my sketch came to this tutorial.
A helpful guide for comic artists, character designers, and cosplayers alike.
These are cute.
Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Boy I’m cute! by Woosra Kim.
dolls with Natural-style hair can be hard to come by, but here’s a tutorial to give every doll w/smooth straight hair a gorgeous mane of kinky curls!
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