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social anxiety is realizing you’re lonely, not wanting to be lonely, being handed an opportunity not to be lonely, and still choosing to be lonely because despite every previous indicator that you would be welcome to join in on other people’s fun and stop being lonely, you’re still afraid that no one wants you around

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It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.

That changes today.

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“

Suddenly, silence.

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice.

He is moved.

“Aight”.

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My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.

All I can hear is heavy breathing.

“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”

There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”

“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”

“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.

“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”

He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”

“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.

The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.

“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.

I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.

“Kk.”

#fave of all time

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Ghada Karmi and Ellen Siegel, in 1973, 1992 and 2011. Photos by Francis Khoo (1, 2) and Jean-Pascal Deillon (3).

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siri do my pets know i’m cleaning out their eye boogs or do they think i just like poking them in the corneas for fun all the time

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Pierre de Ronsard Rosa. (x).

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From Gemma Correll.

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From The Feminist Activity Book

#rape tw #ableism

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“Same sex marriage has destroyed the sanctity of marriage,” Cheryl typed furiously in the header, as she shared a minion meme depicting two minions wearing a bride’s gown and a suit with the words ‘This is what true marriage looks like.’ She then pressed enter, pleased with herself that once again she has taken a stand against what she considers to be the gays fighting against Christian values. She then sat back and looked across the room; out the window, to the street outside her small-town Oklahoma home and took a sip of Columbian roast out of the mug her third ex-husband gave her for Christmas. Knowing that once again, she had done her Christian duty, and taken a stance against the destruction of the sanctity of marriage.