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Claire Keane
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
noise dept.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@partime-vagabond
Now I have 2 friends
I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist.
My name is Ela. I am seventeen years old. I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab. So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through.
My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall. Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack. Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us. Not today. People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us. They didn’t talk to us. They acted like we didn’t exist. They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all.
And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists. She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything. I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice. However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget. The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store.
All that because I put a scarf on my head. Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil. It didn’t matter that I was a nice person. All that mattered was that I looked different. That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing.
This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call. It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day. It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim.
People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message. Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions. Reblog this. Tell your friends. I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.
this is so perfect in absolutely every single way.
Art by Starchild Stela
Can we please talk about how rad she is?
New fav graffiti artist! 😍
Chupa Chups
I loved these, I had all the stickers!!
cyberteeth:
Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
The most powerful thing anyone has ever said to me: “You deserve to take up space.”
PREACH
Every now and again the news paper comes out with a solid truth
There comes a point in everyones life where in order to progress and stay sane you have to just stop giving a fuck… Let it be.
My head
I’m the answer to all your prayers baby ;)
I was going through my grans photos and I found a kind of, photo booth time line
Every Month....
Sister: Ooooo...Its the first of August.
*Both silently stare at each other*
Sister: Come here >=)......
Me: No you come here.....
*More Silence*
Both run at each other shouting "PINCH!, PUCH!, FIRST OF THE MONTH!!!"
Alright imma share this, but I’m not too happy about how the caption implies that women who are unsuccessful in fending off their attacker are somehow guaranteed to lose their dignity???
like you can be a survivor with and still feel self-dignified????
On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.
Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.
People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.
Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.
she deserves to be re-blogged.
Rock Lobster - The B-52’s
The moment when you realize a child living in total poverty is more happy than you are. Money truly cannot buy happiness. I am in pursuit of that happiness.
this made my whole day.
This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, actually
this is just pure adorableness <3 i am in love with this! omg x
bless this kid, made my day
This is honestly so cute its just soo adorable like what even!?
I find it impossible to scroll past this, I stare at it for a bit, having a little giggle and an “awww”, and then I can’t help but reblog it because seeing a little boy living in poverty, doesn’t even have pants, and he’s this joyful.. He knows how to make the best of every happy moment; we need to learn how to do that too.
we have to cherish everything we have because some people aren’t as fortunate as we are. We might take things like water for granted, but some people like this would do anything to hold a cup of water in their hands.
TWERK BBY DONT LET ANYONE STAHP U
To all my friends that are so self involved you act like your the only person with problems, blaming it on drugs should say it all really. Pull your head out of your arse, we've all got problems and we all will have problems until the day we stop breathing. Deal with it
Rock and roll will never die, but you fucks will.
Johnny Rotten (via v-endetagainst)