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TikTok and IG reels have me thinking I really don't have a personality...I just have childhood trauma 🙃
I’m pleasantly surprised by how much Tyler Perry’s Too Close to Home has sucked me in and wrapped me around it’s little finger. It’s all the drama and scandal you could ask for to keep you occupied and fired up as the season change. And the cast thus far has been wonderful...I damn near choked when I saw Brock O'Hurn...be still my beating heart. Unfortunately, one question has bothered me since episode one and as the season ends I really need an answer...Why the hell is the only black character in Tyler Perry’s Too Close to Home the most unlikable person in a town of down right awful people?
I understand Valerie (Ashley Love-Mills) being upset that someone claiming to be her friend has lied to her for years. Hell, I’d be pissed off too. But once you understand that Annie/Anna (Danielle Savre) comes from a much different background than everyone she works with, a background that would make everyone look down at her in disgust and/or pity, can you really blame her for lying? Now, lying about sleeping with the slime-ball Commander in Chief...that is the only reason Valerie could and should be mad but she has handled everything in such a terrible way. Why? Is it some internalized self hatred that makes black men and women in power in the media protray each other in the worst ways??
Just in case
I’m writing this right now fro two reasons: 1) I need to vent and get all this out of head before it drives me crazy and 2) I need to have some kind of public document of feelings, fears, and current situation if things escalate.
I want to start by saying that I am very much aware of my anger issues. Part of the reason behind it, I suspect, is due to my depression and the lack of support I get from my family. I have tried over the last year and a half or so to get better control of my anger. So far it has worked but recently my cousin has pushed me to far. I have and will always own up to my part in any argument I am a part of so I won’t sugar coat things or try to paint myself as an innocent victim. I did say some mean things to her, all of it true but very harsh. And I did spit at her. But I didn’t initiate the confrontation and the things she said to me were both untrue and way more hurtful than anything I have ever in my life said to her, and she actually spat in my face. Since the incident almost a week ago I have been living in a state of constant fear and panic that another confrontation in on the way.
In my own home I am afraid of what my cousin will say or do to me. As I write this my heart is racing to the point that my head is nearly spinning. I feel sick to my stomach. And my adrenaline is so high I can hardly keep focused. I shouldn’t feel this way when I’m home alone, but I do because no other family members are here or are in any way near enough to stop her from attacking me either verbally or physically. Unfortunately, police can not escort her off the property just because I feel threatened. So I want someone, anyone out there to know that I feel unsafe. I know I could fight back and defend myself but I have been trying so hard to let go of my anger and be a peaceful person. I don’t want it to come down to a situation where I have to physically defend myself and then not be able to stop myself. I guess you could say I am afraid of what she will do and what I would do.
I hope nothing happens when she comes back here. I hope she respects that I asked her to leave me alone and not speak to me. I doubt she will because she is incapable of showing respect to anyone whom she can not gain something from (i.e. money, drugs, food, ect.). Just please someone out there cross your fingers or pray for me until the end of this month when she is supposed to leave my home for good and find her own place.
So...this how life is going so far...
“White *Privilege is not having to create hashtags like #IfTheyGunnedMeDown
racism kills”
Hey Parents...
I don’t care if your kid is 5, 15, or 25 years old...if your kid is upset and hurt maybe don’t roll your fucking eyes when they are trying to talk to you about their feelings.
What I’m basically saying is parents shouldn’t be fucking cunts!
Irish Men Read Grey
“...shackle and a cross? Like, he’s gonna turn his crucifix around ‘Sorry Jesus, not today’...”
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Sooo let me get this straight... A person can say that an entire group of people asking to be treated like human beings is complaining, and this person can use harmful stereotypes regarding the careers of an entire group of people and this is not racist? Even in the slightest?? Okay, sure. Got it.
How does one get love and praise for having filled fake lips and the other get hate for having real lips???
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
While it’s funny to see these b*tches turn tail and run we have to remember that they are still out there and they do firmly believe in these twisted and disgusting notions. We as higher level fully evolved humans are not done fighting against this kind of prehistoric filth. Keep fighting for what is really right!
I do not understand this “male privilege" bullshit.
What. Fucking. Privileges. Do. Men. Have.???????
Name them. I swear, I challenge you to name these “male privileges" and be able to prove them.
Come on, I fucking dare you.
Name them!
Oh boy. Well, as a man, I’ll tell you my male privilege.
My odds of being hired for a job, when competing against female applicants, are probably skewed in my favor. The more prestigious the job, the larger the odds are skewed.
I can be confident in the fact that my co-workers won’t think that I was hired/promoted because of my sex - despite the fact that it’s probably true.
If I ever am promoted when a woman of my peers is better suited for the job, it is because of my sex.
If i ever fail at my job or career, it won’t be seen as a blacklist against my sex’s capabilities.
I am far less likely to face sexual harassment than my female peers.
If I do the same task as a woman, and if the measurement is at all subjective, chances are people will think I did a better job.
If I am a teen or an adult, and I stay out of prison, my odds of getting raped are relatively low.
On average, I’m taught that walking alone after dark by myself is less than dangerous than it is for my female peers.
If I choose not to have children, my masculinity will not be questioned.
If I do have children but I do not provide primary care for them, my masculinity will not be questioned.
If I have children and I do care for them, I’ll be praised even if my care is only marginally competent.
If I have children and a career, no one will think I’m selfish for not staying at home.
If I seek political office, my relationship with my children or who I deem to take care of them will more often not be scrutinized by the press.
My elected representatives are mostly people of my own sex. The more prestigious the position, the more this is true.
When i seek out “the person in charge", it is likely that they will be someone of my own sex. The higher the position, the more often this is true.
As a child, chances are I am encouraged to be more active and outgoing than my sisters.
As a child, I could choose from an almost infinite variety of children’s media featuring positive, active, non-stereotyped heroes of my own sex. I never had to look for it; male protagonists were (and are) the default.
As a child, chances are I got more teacher attention than girls who raised their hands just as often.
If my day, week or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether or not it has sexist overtones. (Nobody’s going to ask if I’m upset because I’m menstruating.)
I can turn on the television or glance at the front page of the newspaper and see people of my own sex widely represented.
If I’m careless with my financial affairs it won’t be attributed to my sex.
If I’m careless with my driving it won’t be attributed to my sex.
I can speak in public to a large group without putting my sex on trial.
Even if I sleep with a lot of women, there is little to no chance that I will be seriously labeled a “slut,” nor is there any male counterpart to “slut-bashing.”
I do not have to worry about the message my wardrobe sends about my sexual availability.
My clothing is typically less expensive and better-constructed than women’s clothing for the same social status. While I have fewer options, my clothes will probably fit better than a woman’s without tailoring.
The grooming regimen expected of me is relatively cheap and consumes little time.
If I buy a new car, chances are I’ll be offered a better price than a woman buying the same car. The same goes for other expensive merchandise.
If I’m not conventionally attractive, the disadvantages are relatively small and easy to ignore.
I can be loud with no fear of being called a shrew. I can be aggressive with no fear of being called a bitch.
I can ask for legal protection from violence that happens mostly to men without being seen as a selfish special interest, since that kind of violence is called “crime” and is a general social concern. (Violence that happens mostly to women is usually called “domestic violence” or “acquaintance rape,” and is seen as a special interest issue.)
I can be confident that the ordinary language of day-to-day existence will always include my sex. “All men are created equal,” mailman, chairman, freshman, he.
My ability to make important decisions and my capability in general will never be questioned depending on what time of the month it is.
I will never be expected to change my name upon marriage or questioned if I don’t change my name.
The decision to hire me will not be based on assumptions about whether or not I might choose to have a family sometime soon.
Every major religion in the world is led primarily by people of my own sex. Even God, in most major religions, is pictured as male.
Most major religions argue that I should be the head of my household, while my wife and children should be subservient to me.
If I have a wife or live-in girlfriend, chances are we’ll divide up household chores so that she does most of the labor, and in particular the most repetitive and unrewarding tasks.
If I have children with my girlfriend or wife, I can expect her to do most of the basic childcare such as changing diapers and feeding.
If I have children with my wife or girlfriend, and it turns out that one of us needs to make career sacrifices to raise the kids, chances are we’ll both assume the career sacrificed should be hers.
Assuming I am heterosexual, magazines, billboards, television, movies, pornography, and virtually all of media is filled with images of scantily-clad women intended to appeal to me sexually. Such images of men exist, but are rarer.
In general, I am under much less pressure to be thin than my female counterparts are. If I am over-weight, I probably suffer fewer social and economic consequences for being fat than over-weight women do.
If I am heterosexual, it’s incredibly unlikely that I’ll ever be beaten up by a spouse or lover.
Complete strangers generally do not walk up to me on the street and tell me to “smile.”
Sexual harassment on the street virtually never happens to me. I do not need to plot my movements through public space in order to avoid being sexually harassed, or to mitigate sexual harassment.
On average, I am not interrupted by women as often as women are interrupted by men.
On average, I will have the privilege of not knowing about my male privilege.
And lastly, I am taken as a more credible feminist than my female peers, despite the fact that the feminist movement is not liberating to my sex.
This is male privilege.
THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU BE A MALE FEMINIST.
Heres a copy of the list of meetups, from an archived source so they dont get more traffic on their page. This is so scary, and so important. I used to pass that statue everyday when I lived in Boston. I smoked cigarettes where theyre meeting in Portsmouth. These are public places where large groups of violent, misogynistic men will be gathering. Important info to have. Please stay safe, friends.
THEY ARE HAVING A GODDAMNED MEETING IN MY STATE! IN MY COUNTY! IN MY FUCKING AREA! A DAMN PLACE I FREQUENT WITH MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!
I wasn’t a biology major but...
This statement makes zero sense: “... women are biologically destined to be subservient to men.”
I do not recall ever learning about the biological factors in female anatomy that indicates such a claim. Has anyone else? This type of thinking is scary. Not just because it is appallingly incorrect and highlights the failure our american school system, but because the people behind the statement believe it to be one hundred percent true.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/robstott/whats-the-roosh#.kyvgRp59gl
Return of Kings is a group that believes that men are losing their sense of masculinity and that it is in danger of being taken over by women. They also believe that rape should be legal (on private property).
These “people” are here in the United States. Free among us to spread their trash. If you think your opinions, statements, and actions don’t matter please keep this group in mind. They could potentially gain power and a much stronger voice that would be spell the end of us all. If you think I’m being over the top with that last statement please refer to your history books and remind yourself of just how fucked up we as humans can truly be, especially towards each other.
The last thing I want is to give this group more attention. But everyone needs to be aware of their existence because they need to be stopped.
Me 💯
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
goddamn it
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it
1.4 almost ps not risking it
Fuck this post
I am sorry…
fuck u man
oh boy.. hope my followers sleepin
yup…. not risking lmao
Who tf made this? Go to hell
I hate this person who made it :(
UGHHHH GTFO YO
damn....
Me when someone calls me cute
Far too late for Hogwarts so...
Looks like Brakebills is my only hope now. And honestly, I think I’d better suited for Brakebills anyway because it would be so difficult for the Sorting Hat to place correctly.
Fingers crossed!