#this is deep dude

[yellow----daisy]

Today it just occurred to me that Hamlet literally contemplates suicide in the most famous scene ever THEN manages to convince Horatio from NOT committing suicide just like earlier when he convinced himself

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MY THEORY

about Sui Ishida:

• his birthday is on December (28th to be exact, I checked the Wikipedia, but it was so obvious reading the manga, like! Kaneki, Arima?)

• he has an older sister (Ayato, Yomo, Hinami (kinda?)Nishki)

• I think he has some, um, father issue? The only present father we know of would be Shuu's father, Mirumo Tsukiyama. The others died, sooner or later (Kaneki, Hinami, Aikra, Ayato & Touka... should I go on?)

He's an artist; artists put themselves into their art, their problems, desires. If you look closely at your own art, I think you might be surprised.

... yeah just some garbage i will prbbly delete, just keep scrolling

[kimmykimkim5]

I think my dad's a bit worried about me now cause after the 'when did you start listening to rock' incident and 'I should be listening to gospel', I listened to 'Good Girls Are Bad Girls' by 5sos while cleaning/decorating my room on loudspeaker. It was like, Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught and he was passing by my room and WHAT IF HE THINKS I'M BECOMING BAD NOW?! I'M NOT BAD I PROMISE!

but seriously I have like, little freedom. Parents are so strict and LOOK AT THE OTHER KIDS! YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF ME! I'M BEING HELD BACK AND ACT SO YOUNG CAUSE PARENTS DON'T LIKE TO SEE CHILDREN GROW UP!

Oh my gosh... I'm being held back by my parents.

All of the dreams that I had and then thrown away cause I knew they would be disappointed. Everything that I did and didn't do just to please them.  Only being sneaky by playing music I want when they're not at home.

My whole life is an act. A lie. A little puppet on a thin string 0_0

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[robbedbunny]

So I read an article for my hip-hop seminar today

and in the article, the author asked some really good questions that really made me think about feminism and its relationship to hip-hop.

"Can you be a good feminist and admit out loud that there are things you kinda dig about patriarchy?

Would  be forced to turn in my 'feminist membership card' if I confessed that suddenly waking up in a world free of gender inequalities or expectations just might bug me out a little?

Suppose you don't want to pay for your own dinner, hold the door open, fix things, move furniture, or get intimate with whatever's under the hood of a car?

Is it foul to say that imagining a world where you could paint your big brown lips in the most decadent of shades, pile your phat ass into your fave microcmini, slip your freshly manicured toes into four-inch fuck-me sandals and have not one single solitary man objectify—I mean roam his eyes longingly over all the intended places—is, like, a total drag for you?

Am I no longer down for the cause if I admit that while total gender equality is an interesting intellectual concept, it doesn't do a damn thing for me erotically? That, truth be told, men with too many 'feminist' sensibilities have never made my panties wet, at least not like that reformed thug n***a who can make even the most chauvinistic of 'wassup, baby' feel like a sweet, wet tongue darting in and out of your ear.

And how come no one ever admits that part of the reason women love hip-hop—as sexist as it is— is 'cuz all that in-yo-face testosterone makes our nipples hard?

Are we no longer good feminists, not to mention nineties supersistas, if the A.M.'s wee hours sometimes leave us tearful and frightened that achieving all our mothers wanted us to—great educations, careers, financial and emotional independence—has made us wholly undesirable to the men who are supposed to be our counterparts? Men whose fascination with chickenheads leave us convinced they have no interest in dating, let alone marrying, their equals?

And when one accuses you of being completely indecipherable there's really nothing to say 'cuz even you're not sure how you can be a feminist and insist he 'respect you as a woman, treat you like a lady, and make you feel safe—like a li'l girl.'

In short, I needed a feminism brave enough to fuck with the grays. And this was not my foremothers' feminism."

 —Joan Morgan, When Chickenheads Come Home to Roost: My Life as a Hip-Hop Feminist.