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Monterey Bay Aquarium
we're not kids anymore.
Show & Tell
i don't do bad sauce passes

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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— Marwan Makhoul
Planet- EARTH
Hi guys!
This is going to be a bit different from my usual posts.
What we see here is earth.
Our home.
We are all on this planet together. A beautiful, survivable planet. It is our job to treat it like our home.
With everything going on recently i wanted to remind people of the consequences of our actions. Whether those actions are littering, harming animals, or harming nature in general.
Why would we treat our own home that way?
We as humans have a responsibility to keep our home safe, survivable, and thriving.
Unfortunately, the way we treat earth is not the only contributing issue to the risk of this not being our home anymore.
How we treat EACH OTHER is an important thing to be aware of.
During these last months, we have seen a spike in racism and sexism. Now, i have two simple questions
Do you think earth would be survivable for ALL races for no reason?
Do you think earth would be survivable for ALL genders for no reason?
No matter what gender, race, sexuality, religion, identity, or looks a person has, they deserve to live freely on this planet we call home.
The people in control of OUR home have not been executing this idea, bringing us closer and closer to an unjust home.
Let’s all set good examples for each other, and as learnt in kindergarten, ‘treat others the way you want to be treated”.
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere” -MLK jr.
MESSIER 95
Messier 95 is a galaxy 33,000,000 LIGHT YEARS away. (I have fomo rn i wish i could see it)
Here are some facts about this cool spiral galaxy:
It is known for its high star birth rate (so cool)
It is located in the constellation Leo
It spans approximately 70,000–80,000 light-years in diameter
It is a part of the M96 Galaxy group
Best viewing time with a telescope is April!! go check it out
Discovered in 1781
i LUHHHH space
IT’S MY 18th BIRTHDAY YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY 😋
that was me guys :P
❝You are nothing more than the story you live❞
"Where are you from?"
The first time I was asked this, I was five. I stared back at my classmate, though it was an easy question really, but it felt kind of weird knowing there isn't anyone else in the room that will match my answer. I got asked that question a lot that day; my answer was always followed by them talking about some piece of Indian media they'd consumed which I'd never heard of, or sometimes a head movement, and accent switch that felt oddly offensive but I couldn't really tell why. The few other desi kids I knew all went to the same school, were only friends with other desi people, and only spoke Hindi, a language I "knew" but was never fully fluent in. I found it quite weird how they managed to live in this all-desi bubble in a completely different country; I would be impressed if that hadn't made them surprisingly racist.
"Where are you from?"
I hadn't been asked that in school for a while, but here I was, on my way out of my Year 6 classroom. She was a new teacher, and I later came to find out she was grossly educated on India, though she didn't stop any of the other kids from making their side comments about a "funny smell" when I opened my lunchbox. Her intense knowledge about India just made it even more embarrassing not to be able to answer basic questions about the country I'm supposedly from. She ended that interaction by saying "Are you really from India?" A joke. We both walked out laughing. That summer, we went to India, and I heard that joke over and over again, to the point it didn't even feel like one.
"Where are you from?"
This was no longer an easy question; I didn't really know how to answer it without delving into an explanation. That's not the only thing I didn't know. I didn't know how to be comfortable in my own skin, with my hair, my features, "rules" I had to follow because of my culture. Everyone around me was so different from me, physically. But in every other sense, I related to people here more than I did back in India. The music I was introduced to, the references I laughed at, the food I enjoyed, social cues, and everything in between, all made me feel so very different when I visited my cousins. At times it made me feel like a poser, an imposter of sorts, both in India, and back at home.
"Where are you from?"
It was weird coming from my own brother. "No, like seriously how do you answer that? I get asked that so much here in uni." Sometimes I lose sight of the fact I'm not the only one that goes through this; it's not just me. Especially with him, getting the same side comments from aunties made this a fairly common discussion between us. Except now, we had both made peace with it; we had accepted it.
"Where are you from?"
My supervisor asked me last week. A question I still don't look forward to. Though I've learnt how to answer it to myself, and that's all that really matters. My identity with both places was so intertwined it became one; it became me. A third culture kid is a person who spent a significant chunk of their childhood in a place with a completely different culture. Raised surrounded by two different cultures, they form one of their own, a "third culture" which is a mix of both. And I'd pick that third culture of mine over anything anyway.