kateordie:

anar-tea:

sectual-tention:

sm0k3-ring:

blackpoeticinjustice:

verdant-witch:

s1n-pie:

mizzhabibi:

surfshoggoth:

damncommunists:

ocelhira:

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

1. i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 
2. most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 
3. im not a pissbaby

my white friends that have reblogged this give me life

4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP

If ur white and like this post I fux with u

^absolutely

5. It’s hard to be offended when white people jokes involve bland food/tourist dads in socks and sandals/white girls in yoga pants obsessed with pumpkin spice/suburban PTA moms and other harmless and mostly true stereotypes while jokes about POC involve them being called thugs/criminals/slurs/uneducated/illegal immigrants.

i fucks with u heavy if ur white and you reblog this

6. They’re usually really fucking funny and don’t perpetuate stereotypes that will ever affect me economically, politically, or cause me any true harm, let alone create risks that “justify” my murder and/or death

Waits for my white mutuals to reblog😌

yesyesyesyes

7. if I expect dudes not to “not all men” me how can I rly “not all white people” since it’s asking for the same exemption

(via theconcealedweapon)

just-shower-thoughts:

If you aren’t at least a little ashamed of your country’s history, you don’t know your country’s history.

caragh:

A few beers in, 11 PM, floating in the Dead Sea. Put your ears underwater — you can still hear the saxophone player down the beach that you never did end up finding that night. Put your ears in the water and listen to the muffled sounds of the saxophone and now listen to the pulse in your ears. Everyone out there can hear that sax, but only you have that percussion. They’re not on the same rhythm, but neither are you with anything.

Watch the stars and float and float and float. Hands behind your bed and you might as well be on a pillowed raft. See a shooting star and begin to flail around so wildly that someone asks if you’re all right.

I’m all fucking right, all right.

(via caragh)