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noise dept.
if i look back, i am lost
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
Kiana Khansmith
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Mike Driver
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d e v o n
KIROKAZE
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
pixel skylines
RMH
#extradirty
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@nacphoenix
I like to think the first guy in a hunter/gathering type group to come up with farming had a really hard time selling it to the rest of the group like “uhh guys how about next time we find animals instead of killing them right away we round them up and *under his breath* make them fuuuuck”
other cavemen
Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.
A tear streams down my left cheek.
Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.
It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.
‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans.
Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.
Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo
@RealAlexJones #AlexJones #GayFrogs
This is one of the first memes of 2017 and I so support this
Arctic Cat demands walkies! 😾
polar cat
Always listen to your brain wolf.
*sweeping heaps of debris into the path of the oncoming roomba* eat well, my son
#BlackPride #YouSmart #BlackExcellence
I actually have so much love for dogs
the government, watching me from the cameras: “the lack of motivation on this girl. incredible.”
Me: *temporarily chills* 💪 i am improving
Me ten seconds later: ah i was Mistaken
i hate how buzzfeed is always winning against me. i really honestly want to consider myself above clickbait…..but when i see an article on facebook titled “13 potatoes that look like channing tatum”……….
My father, enthusiastically patting the dog: you're hollow! Harley, you've got an open space inside you, called your lungs.
