Jan 5, 2015
Sunday afternoon sunset
seen from United States
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seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Austria
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seen from China
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from T1
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Sunday afternoon sunset
when we're talking about body shaming and the skinny girls are like "well arent all bodies beautiful?"
or we're talking about racism and the white girls are like "well we have struggles too"
or we're talking about feminism and the men say "well we matter too"
or we're talking about gay rights and the straight folk say "we have issues too"
its the same as
being on a movie set, and throwing a party in celebration of all the crew, lighting people, set, costume and make-up designers, etc
and the celebrities walking and saying "well what about us?"
nobody is denying that skinny girls are pretty, that white people, men and straight people dont have issues. but ITS NOT FUCKING ABOUT YOU FOR LIKE 4.3 SECONDS
/rant.
things i dont have time for
youtube ads
people on public transit
your bullshit
the patriarchy
have you ever been out somewhere and thought that maybe when you walk onto the bus or walk into a store or walk into class, there is someone that texts their friends saying "wow a really attractive girl just walked in" or when you walk by that same desk with that same guy every day maybe he thinks "and there she goes..." and maybe he waits for you everyday and misses you when youre gone and maybe people talk about how pretty or smart or cool you are
isnt it crazy how little we know about other people
or what they think about us
meanwhile youre sitting in your room with your computer
do you ever think the moon is flattered by all the attention it gets like oh dont mind me im just here to guard you while youre sleeping but then people bear their souls and spill their guts and share their feelings under the light of the moon and the moon is just like
what did i do to deserve all this?
i hate the term "broken home"
Like......my home is not broken, its just split or maybe its not even split maybe its just distanced or on vacation or something maybe the other half is sleeping or dancing on a beach in hawaii or in the african rainforest but I'm not broken, I'm perfectly whole, and just because my dad moved away and I didn't understand and felt abandoned at the time I'm not broken. A piece of me is just...away.
you know you're cool when...
i have 5 tumblr tabs open right now.