Being in public and knowing that all around you are people that voted for Trump

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Being in public and knowing that all around you are people that voted for Trump
Boys when you giving them your time and attention
Boys the moment you stop giving them your attention and move on
me driving through my caucasian neighborhood
Would you like me blasting Linkin Park on full volume? No. Because we have a different taste in music.
It is rude of them to call it ghetto music but it is as rude of you to wake up everyone within a mile.
Go ahead and bump Linkin Park, Faint was my song back in 5th grade anyway.
Jam that shit!! Cuz ima bump my shit!!
Black people love Linkin Park! Tf
Listen Crawling, Numb, Bleed It Out, blast it all.
They tried it. They really did but all real niggas know the words to in the end. I can recite like three of their albums
Linkin park been on the acceptable white people music list… @mylifeissomewhatrelevant they tried it
New Divide, What I’ve Done… play it all fam!
when you wanna move out of the USA because of racism but remember anti-blackness is worldwide 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
I was riding the NYC subway on Saturday. Pretty loud, it was a commuter train. We made a stop at 168th street.
Two police officers got on the train.
The entire atmosphere changed. Suddenly, everyone’s quiet. I notice that a Black guy sitting across from me, shifted seats away from the officers and deliberately turned his head away from them. His hands were shaking. Most of the people in the car nervously darted eyes at each other. A Hispanic woman widened her eyes at me when she saw that one of the police officers had his hand on his gun. We all held our breath.
Finally they got off at 59th street.
This is the reality of the relationship between NYC police and ethnic minorities. They see all of us as immediately suspicious. We don’t see them as enforcers of anything but fear.
You know what said the most? The only people who weren’t nervous were a white mother and child, who were happily singing and playing while the rest of us squirmed in discomfort.
The disparity in the experiences of New Yorkers riding the subway based on skin color and facial features amazes me.
I really went through 4 years of high school and never got assigned a fake baby to watch and take care of
TV really lied to me
I’m right here with you- rubs mouse pad😂😂😂😂
Remember when Katy Perry found a loaded gun in Rihanna’s purse during the VMA’s.
“Hi, this is Nev and I’m from a show called Catf-”
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Point blank.
Ok, so story time. I have never experienced a point in time where this was as powerful and as obvious as my freshman opening week back in college. They group everyone off and make you talk, people introduce themselves right and left, everyone talks about hobbies, and to me there was just this really cool vibe of, “Yeah, it’s easy to make friends, everyone is cool, yay!”
This quickly went away when I began to notice a disturbing pattern. I’d spend a while talking to someone only to mention something about my boyfriend (who by the way is now my husband) who also was starting at the same university with me. Usually along the lines of, “Yeah, me and my boyfriend both do this medieval fighting reenactment thing, it’s super fun. We’re hoping to start a club here,” because that’s pretty much all I could talk about at that point in my life. Almost immediately the face of the guy I was talking to would go from smiling and friendly to openly hostile, and he’d be like, “You have a boyfriend?” And after I gave any sort of affirmation, the person would instantly walk away and never speak to me again.
I was on a campus where the guy to girl ratio was 5 to 1, so as you might imagine, this happened to me way too fucking much in the span of a week. I was so fucking upset over it I remember sitting in my dorm alone in the evenings trying not to cry, feeling like an idiot and wondering why I wasn’t good enough for people to want to be friends with. A majority of my friends in high school had been guys, so the fact that these guys were solely interested in getting laid rather than making friendships really hurt (not to mention made me question a lot of the friendships with guys I already had). I had never made friends with girls easily (still don’t), and I was originally pretty pumped with the guy to girl ratio just because I much prefer to hang around men, so realizing that none of them would want anything to do with me unless it was for sexual reasons made me incredibly pessimistic about what my friendships would look like for the next four years.
However, there was ONE GUY the whole week who stuck around and stayed my friend. He ended up being good friends with both me and my boyfriend. We hung out all the time, joined the same clubs, went to parties together, etc. At the end of sophomore year, he actually came to visit our hometown (my boyfriend and I grew up in the same town but had attended different schools) and even stayed at my family’s house in the guest room. I was super pumped, because I saw him as a really good friend to both me AND my boyfriend. We were going to have like five whole days to hang out and show him the town, right? Come to find out, the only reason he’d been friends with me the entire time was because he was waiting for me to break up with my boyfriend so he could date me, and when that hadn’t happened after two years he actually got mad at me while I was letting him stay in my fucking house. He spent the rest of his stay telling me what a horrible person I was, how terrible my boyfriend was for me, and making me feel physically uncomfortable in my own home— literally telling me I owed him something for the two years he “put up with me.” To make a long story short, we haven’t spoken now in five years, and I don’t regret that at all.
Like I get it, the friendzone sucks, no one likes rejection. But holy fuck, I would much rather be rejected sexually than be rejected as an entire human being.
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
JESUS CHRIST
“I’m a horrible father”
THE BEST PART IS THE GIRL IN THE MIDDLE JUST SO DONE
AND THE FACT THAT THIS FAMILY IS MORE MULTI CULTURAL THAN A PUBLIC SCHOOL HEALTH CLASS TEXTBOOK
The girl in the middle is just like “Damn it, Dad.”
Awwwwwww lol
I will always reblog this
I’ve never seen anything more sincere