r u ever scared to walk past a group of teenagers even though you are also a teenager
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V. van Gogh, sketch of Still Life with Coffee Pot, 1888
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They always show the guys shouting “Death to America!!” Just once I wish the media would show us, I don’t know, baking a cookie. I’ve been to Iran, we have cookies, I swear. Just once, I want the media to be like, “Okay, we’re going to go to Mohammed in Iran” and then a guy would appear like “Hello, I’m Mohammed… and I’m just baking a cookie.
Maz Jobrani, an Iranian-American, on the way Middle Easterners are depicted in mainstream media. (via artistsuffer)
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care to try some Old Sport, old sport?
OH MY GOD I JUST SPIT EVERYWHERE
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We had an innocence no one dared taint,
a naivety that bloomed like flowers in our fists.
Summer evenings were spent climbing
cherry blossom trees where you pressed petals
gently into my palms like a secret,
like the pinky promises we made,
the legal oaths we swore we would keep.
Yet the whole world was lurking beneath our sun spun mornings,
waiting for the right moment to come out
and split the light in two.
We didn’t know that Monday was a day to dread,
a bad omen. That it’s considered unacceptable to go
to the movies alone. That society thrives on gold coins
and little sheets of paper that can buy you status and power.
No. We existed in the nymphet innocence of childhood,
making small ripples in the lake with our toes,
picking petals from small purple flowers and
chanting ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ —
pretending that we actually had an idea
of what that silly word meant.
a naivety that bloomed like flowers in our fists.
cherry blossom trees where you pressed petals
gently into my palms like a secret,
like the pinky promises we made,
the legal oaths we swore we would keep.
waiting for the right moment to come out
and split the light in two.
a bad omen. That it’s considered unacceptable to go
to the movies alone. That society thrives on gold coins
and little sheets of paper that can buy you status and power.
making small ripples in the lake with our toes,
picking petals from small purple flowers and
chanting ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ —
pretending that we actually had an idea
of what that silly word meant.
atomiclanterns, “A Poem for my Eight Year Old Self” (via atomiclanterns)
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the ridiculous thing is that i’m pretty smart but at the same time i manage to be the dumbest person alive
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Someone requested a post of all of the current Strong Female Characters, so here you go.
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i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early
YOU PUT THIS IN WORDS
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“We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren’t on our lists, people we’ve never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
“An onna-bugeisha (女武芸者?) was a female warrior. Members of the samurai class in feudal Japan, they were trained in the use of weapons to protect their household, family, and honor in times of war.”
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