I Wrote My Own Deliverance

Justice, justice you shall pursue.

[diaryofamadlawyer]

"If I leave him now, I will regret it forever." | I movie, An unexpected journey, Movies

Dec 14, 2012 - "If I leave him now, I will regret it forever."

[blizzardphobe]

i speak french in public to my grandparents and to my boyfriend. people are surprised that im bilingual and say its cool and ask me to teach them some time

but when one of my classmates speaks arabic in public to her family, she gets strange and disgusted looks. no one asks to be taught arabic. no one says its cool that shes bilingual

its racism plain and simple

[manasavalluru]

this is a problem that goes unnoticed too often please fucking fix it.

[looknorth]

French is probably one of the most beatiful languages in the world, whilst arabic, for all it’s intricacies and history.. is not.. French is also way more useful to know in a western society than arabic, so to jut it all down to racism is a bit hasty

[blizzardphobe]

im fluent in french and god is it the most useless language i have ever known. i only speak fluent conversations with like. two people. i dont know any native french speakers in the us beside my grandparents and honestly i dont think they exist. its an ugly language once you speak it fluently anyways and its just weird english people who think its pretty

but arabic though……my friend speaks it a lot. she speaks it with her immediate family. despite her talking in english at school, she knows many out-of-town people who speak arabic. the circle of people she can speak arabic to is huge. its a very useful language, especially considering the refugees coming in. theres not even anything particularly bad sounding about it? 

so its racism. arabic is primarily spoken by middle eastern people. french is primarily spoken by white people. my middle eastern friend gets strange and disgusted looks for speaking her language. my white ass gets praised for speaking mine. its racism 

but sure….go excuse racism…..getting strange and disgusted looks for speaking a middle eastern language is totally because its “””not useful””” and “””not beautiful””” 

[angstbotfic]

buddy is like: “i’ve been taught to find European things beautiful and therefore it’s just objectively true.”

[deathbutwithfuzzyanimals]

Arabic is gorgeous and so useful for many reasons. I want to work with refugees when I’m older so I am well on my way to fluency in Spanish and planning to learn Arabic (as soon as I can memorize the alphabet)

[exeggcute]

any comparison between early 00s online youth culture and late 10s online youth culture is fundamentally incompatible as soon as you move beyond the similarities of “lol teens being cringey” or whatever because we are in a completely different media landscape these days. making heavily-edited cosplay tiktoks is nothing like curating a deviantart gallery full of anime blingees because the former is always, implicitly or explicitly, an attempt to cash in on internet fame while the latter was simply rooted in the deep twisted psyche of someone feasting on the dark side’s cookies

[virtual-trash-adult]

Back in my day we did weird shit on the Internet because we were genuinely fucked up, not for clout

[safeanclsound]

i wish the left was as radical as trump claims

[humansofnewyork]

“My parents were wonderful to us, but terrible to each other. It came from both sides. It would always start as something small, but then one of them would bring up the past. And soon they’d be fighting over their entire history. It was mostly a lot of loudness. I have distinct memories of doors being broken and objects being thrown. My older brother would bring me into his room and tell me stories to distract me. If I was all alone I’d just hide under the covers. But even at that age I knew what I wanted. And I made a promise to myself: my children will never go through this. Greg and I started dating our freshman year of college. We were so young. I had no idea how to be in a healthy relationship. Every time we got in a fight, I’d say it was over. Because that’s all I knew. My parents were always threatening divorce. But Greg kept saying: ‘We’re not going to do that. I’m staying right here.’ He had that kind of maturity, even at the age of eighteen. I was the immature one. I’d say the most horrible things to him: ‘I hate you,’ and things like that. Things I’d heard my parents say. But he never hurt me back. Not once. I don’t ever tell people that, because it doesn’t seem possible. But we’ve been together twenty years, and he’s never said anything hurtful. There have been some challenging times.  We’re raising two daughters. We have a beautiful son in heaven. So we’ve had our share of arguments, but I’ve never been insulted. I’ve never been shamed. He doesn’t bring up things I’ve done wrong in the past. I always joke with him that I’m the crappy person. I’m the one who lashes out. I’m the one who talks about people, and judges, and puts my foot in my mouth. He doesn’t react like me. He responds. And he’s made me so much better. Through twenty years of watching him respond, I’ve improved a little bit each day. Sometimes I wish that I could go back and comfort my younger self, hiding under the covers, crying herself to sleep. I’d tell her that it’s hard to believe—but one day she’ll be grateful for what happened to her. Because in a few years she’s going to meet someone wonderful. And because of everything she’s been through, she’ll know just how wonderful he is.”

[humansofnewyork]

“One of my earliest memories is sitting in a sand box and watching the other kids play. I could see their mouths moving but couldn’t hear what they were talking about. They seemed so happy. And I desperately wanted to participate. But my deafness kept me in a glass cage. I was never able to verbally speak. And whenever I tried to reach out, I’d be forgotten quickly. During recess I’d sit alone and read my books, because it hurt too much to look at the other kids. In high school I had an interpreter who predicted I’d never marry. She said that disabled people were too much of a burden for abled people. It was a casual remark for her, but I never forgot it. And the few flings I had as a teenager only reinforced that belief. None of the guys I dated learned sign language. They didn’t even try. I think they viewed dating a deaf girl as more of a novelty than anything. And every time it didn’t work out, I was left feeling lonelier. I went to college two hours away. Which wasn’t far, but it was far for me. And I first met Stuart in my education class. He tried to say ‘hello’ that very first day, but I accidentally ignored him. I think he figured out the reason once my interpreter showed up. But he kept smiling at me, and a few days later he slid me a photo with a note on the back and his email address. I spent a lot of time looking at that photo, waffling back and forth about whether I should contact him. But finally I decided there was nothing to lose. We began spending time together outside of class. We’d communicate by writing back and forth in a notebook. I learned all about his life. And he learned about mine. After a few months of this, I started to have hope, maybe he was actually interested in my thoughts. Maybe he liked me for me. One night we were watching a scary movie in my dorm room. We were writing back and forth, laughing at the cheesy scenes, when suddenly Stuart’s face grew serious. He wrote that he needed to tell me something. My heart sank.  I thought: This is where he tells me that I’m a lot of fun, but my deafness is a dealbreaker. But he looked me in the eyes, took a deep breath, and haltingly began to sign: ‘Will. You. Be. My. Girlfriend?’”

[rosecrystal]

unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever i want

[tveitz]

look around, look around…

[buffyblue]

[megafandomfreak]

“What’s a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.”

[anthoniejcrowley]

[bitchvirgo]

i love being bitches

[diaryofamadlawyer]

Well I feel personally attacked

[historical-nonfiction]

Girls racing sheep in Aberystwyth, Wales. 1965.

[historical-nonfiction]

Official Signature of Ottoman Sultan Murad III

Although “signature” is a rough translation of the Ottoman’s word “tugra.” Murad III did not literally sign all documents like this, rather, it was a symbol of his authority which was placed on all official documents and seals and coins. Each sultan chose his personal tugra immediately after their accession to the throne, and used the same format throughout their life.

[crazytom666]

[funnymemes-and-kinkydreams]

[harrypotterhousequotes]

RAVENCLAW: “There are few more frustrating things in life than being told something that you already know but cannot admit to knowing.” –Helen Cresswell (Ordinary Jack)