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He used his own tears as seasoning

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Oh man 😩

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priorities

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That time when Spain didn't exist

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This is a milestone of the Internet

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But like English is a language but it’s not a nationality like they speak English in Australia and Can a’ da and stuff but it’s not like theres a place caled Englia full of English *people*

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But like German is a language but it’s not a nationality like they speak German in Austria and Switz ‘r land and stuff but it’s not like theres a place called Germania full of German *people*

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But like Dutch is a language but it’s not a nationality like they speak Dutch in the Netherlands and Belg i’ um and stuff but it’s not like there’s a place called Dutchia full of Dutch *people*

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But like Danish is a language but it’s not a nationality like they speak Danish in Greenland and Far o’ e Islands and stuff but it’s not like there’s a place called Dania full of Danish *people*

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Brave Black Woman Stands Alone Against Hundreds Of Neo-Nazis

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I know I keep re blogging this and I will continue to whenever I see it.

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We are magnificent

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“It was an impulse. I was so angry, I just went out into the street,” Asplund told the Guardian. “I was thinking: ‘hell no, they can’t march here!’ I had this adrenaline. No Nazi is going to march here, it’s not okay.”

The paper reported that Asplund stands just 5’2” and weighs about 110 pounds — yet she stood in the path of some 300 marching neo-Nazis, one of whom shoved her out of the way.

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Let’s give credit where credit is due: Women’s March organizers Tamika Mallory, Bob Bland, Carmen Perez, and Linda Sarsour

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i find the lack of notes disturbing.

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don’t ever let the fact that women of color had a huge hand in organizing the biggest worldwide protest in global history be erased

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my goals are to be so intimidatingly hot that people are surprised at how nice I am when i talk to them

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what even happens inside a dishwasher

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Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.

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THIS IS IMPORTANT

When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).

I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.

Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.

Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.