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Sometimes being bi sucks cause I’ll see I’ll these female characters and on one hand I’ll be like ‘the sexualization of women is one of Hollywood’s greatest failings and reflects the patriarchy that binds us all’ but I’ll also be thinking ‘ooooo pretty girl’

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no-chill-at-all

nanajitter

ok but, that’s p much exactly what it is lmao

no-chill-at-all

Chaos mode: For when you need your meat joints really hot really fast

mystery-moose

I’m sorry I’m still losing my mind that a microwave has a button marked CHAOS DEFROST

acrylicbristle

CHAOS

D E F R O S T

the-memedaddy

twerpp

The reads

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beenoman

Reblog this if these aren’t cutest little cutesters you ever saw.

carobren

dragontatoes

this radiates such chill chaos

beggars-opera

if a foreigner ever asks you to explain america but only has 24 seconds just show them this

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Some of my favorite responses (also there is apparently a bunch of discourse about exactly where this is with guesses like Nevada/New Mexico/Roswell, but this is in Baker, California!)

bleep0bleep

@queercapwriting XD

crimewave420

in the back of the club arms folded cause i don’t agree with the music selection

murdershegoat

Dozens of NYC Subway riders, fresh off a Robyn concert, singing “Dancing On My Own” while waiting for the E train. (Video by Triszh Hermogenes)

biokitty

I’m reblogging this again because the absolute joy in this video is something I haven’t seen in such a long time that I’d forgotten this aspect of humanity.

filmnoirsbian

stop i NEED that pic of the boy who took his cat to prom and she has a lil dress and is looking up at him with 100% love and tenderness……..

filmnoirsbian

there she is!!!!!!!

love……..tenderness…….

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edgar-allan-possum

Nobody tell me what it originally said. I don't want to know.

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“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.

During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.

On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.

In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”

Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.

“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.

Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him

and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.

After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.

After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.

Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.

Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.

For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the 'Cemetery Angel'.”— by Ra-Ey Saley

macaronsandfries

She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.

viralfrog

geekinglikeaboss

gods i fucking cried

twerkstallion

This part stood out to me especially

athena1138

This is really important, especially now during the holidays. You owe nothing to nobody if they make you uncomfortable.

thepioden

Man though you know what makes me sorta sad is when nerdy, “quiet” kids latch on to me during camp and they just talk and talk and talk about a thing they’re into (Skyrim, Pokemon, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, dinosaurs, whatever). And I see the kids just light up when they say something and I can chime in with an ‘oh hey, are you talking about [x]? I love that thing! Tell me more about it.’

Like, their parents will warn me ‘so-and-so is pretty quiet and hard to engage’ but no, man, just listen, your kid is so smart and so into This Thing, they’ll engage like fuck and talk your damn ear off it you let them. Frame it in their damn terms. Or! Just! Listen to them about their Thing! And they will engage with the rest of the material! Because they know you care about them! Amazing!!!

knightoflodis

Quiet kids are usually that way because either no one listens, or there is always someone more dominant speaking wise in their group that always talks over them and then they give up. Some quiet kids are starved for attention and really really want to talk, but don’t always get the chance to