I love this campaign. All members of the LGBT community deserve to feel safe and that includes senior citizens
This is beyond amazing.
I’m gonna cry
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I love this campaign. All members of the LGBT community deserve to feel safe and that includes senior citizens
This is beyond amazing.
I’m gonna cry

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This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
I’m gonna reblog this because it brought me immense enjoyment to look at.
[has anyone actually ever found a four leaf clover because I never have but I know someone who finds them all the time]
You don’t have to love your body
I really needed to read this today. Thank you.
Potato girl has her life goals in order.
It's me. A babe.

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Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via sealedtome)
i can’t uncouple these in my mind
(via sobriquetinbedgrowyrhair)
“When I was 26, I went to Indonesia and the Philippines to do research for my first book, No Logo. I had a simple goal: to meet the workers making the clothes and electronics that my friends and I purchased. And I did. I spent evenings on concrete floors in squalid dorm rooms where teenage girls—sweet and giggly—spent their scarce nonworking hours. Eight or even 10 to a room. They told me stories about not being able to leave their machines to pee. About bosses who hit. About not having enough money to buy dried fish to go with their rice.
They knew they were being badly exploited—that the garments they were making were being sold for more than they would make in a month. One 17-year-old said to me: “We make computers, but we don’t know how to use them.”
So one thing I found slightly jarring was that some of these same workers wore clothing festooned with knockoff trademarks of the very multinationals that were responsible for these conditions: Disney characters or Nike check marks. At one point, I asked a local labor organizer about this. Wasn’t it strange—a contradiction?
It took a very long time for him to understand the question. When he finally did, he looked at me like I was nuts. You see, for him and his colleagues, individual consumption wasn’t considered to be in the realm of politics at all. Power rested not in what you did as one person, but what you did as many people, as one part of a large, organized, and focused movement. For him, this meant organizing workers to go on strike for better conditions, and eventually it meant winning the right to unionize. What you ate for lunch or happened to be wearing was of absolutely no concern whatsoever.
This was striking to me, because it was the mirror opposite of my culture back home in Canada. Where I came from, you expressed your political beliefs—firstly and very often lastly—through personal lifestyle choices. By loudly proclaiming your vegetarianism. By shopping fair trade and local and boycotting big, evil brands.
These very different understandings of social change came up again and again a couple of years later, once my book came out. I would give talks about the need for international protections for the right to unionize. About the need to change our global trading system so it didn’t encourage a race to the bottom. And yet at the end of those talks, the first question from the audience was: “What kind of sneakers are OK to buy?” “What brands are ethical?” “Where do you buy your clothes?” “What can I do, as an individual, to change the world?”
Fifteen years after I published No Logo, I still find myself facing very similar questions. These days, I give talks about how the same economic model that superpowered multinationals to seek out cheap labor in Indonesia and China also supercharged global greenhouse-gas emissions. And, invariably, the hand goes up: “Tell me what I can do as an individual.” Or maybe “as a business owner.”
The hard truth is that the answer to the question “What can I, as an individual, do to stop climate change?” is: nothing. You can’t do anything. In fact, the very idea that we—as atomized individuals, even lots of atomized individuals—could play a significant part in stabilizing the planet’s climate system, or changing the global economy, is objectively nuts. We can only meet this tremendous challenge together. As part of a massive and organized global movement.
The irony is that people with relatively little power tend to understand this far better than those with a great deal more power. The workers I met in Indonesia and the Philippines knew all too well that governments and corporations did not value their voice or even their lives as individuals. And because of this, they were driven to act not only together, but to act on a rather large political canvas. To try to change the policies in factories that employ thousands of workers, or in export zones that employ tens of thousands. Or the labor laws in an entire country of millions. Their sense of individual powerlessness pushed them to be politically ambitious, to demand structural changes.
In contrast, here in wealthy countries, we are told how powerful we are as individuals all the time. As consumers. Even individual activists. And the result is that, despite our power and privilege, we often end up acting on canvases that are unnecessarily small—the canvas of our own lifestyle, or maybe our neighborhood or town. Meanwhile, we abandon the structural changes—the policy and legal work— to others.”
- Naomi Klein, “Climate Change Is a Crisis We Can Only Solve Together”
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I'm queer because Queer is political. Queer is community. Queer is defiance and mutual aid. Queer is antihegemonic. Queer decenters whiteness and cis-ness and masculinity. Queer destabilizes. Queer demands accountability and growth. Queer is dynamic. Queer is fuck you.

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Litanies to my heavenly brown body, Mark Aguhar, 2011
Sometimes our hands are both assertion and emotional defense. Fingers intertwined, clasped tightly. A lifeline. A fuck you to a world that wouldn’t mind us dead. Two dress hems fluttering in the breeze. She honks at us on the corner. Leaning over her child in the passenger side. We turn and she calls out through the open window, Y'all be careful. There’s some crazy shit out there. I stammer thanks. Voice cracking, eyes brimming. I tighten my hand on yours. The hand I put inside you. The hand you use to hold me against the wall while you whisper I Love You. That emphatic I love you. That fierce love. My hand in yours. So the world can see us and know that we are not afraid. So we can make it through the streets despite our fear and sadness. Those fucking hands. Those fuck you hands. Together. Together. My hand in yours.
I don’t usually reblog my smut tumblr, but there are always reasons for exception.
Thinking about my queer community. Trying to process grief through aggressive powerful love.
I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND
I’m just reblogging this because my dad didn’t believe it existed.
IT
HAS
RETURNED
Well I spent way too much time on this thing that I should have.
But I really liked the idea of a sand gardian.
POSEIDON QUIVER BEFORE HIM!
Reposting because I had forgot the most important detail
Thanks again Katiestrophic for the inspiration
I guess I’m dating a couple of gr8 people now and for the life of me I cannot understand 1) why 2) how 3) again why but still I’m very glad
whenever i’m talking to someone and they tell me about something that happened to them i always tell them about something that happened to me that’s similar to what happened to them. i do it as kind of a “oh hey yeah this happened to me so i can relate to what you’re going through” but i’m always afraid it comes out as “oh yeah well this happened to me so clearly i have it tougher than you” or “i’m done talking about you let’s talk about me”
i swear i don’t mean it like that……..
I run into this a lot with my job - so instead of telling the whole story I say something like, “Oh my gosh, I had something REALLY similar happen. What did you do after that??” And I’ve found that works. Usually they explain and then ask, “So what happened to you?” And then you’re invited to share, and the formula for conversing continues on. :)
of all the tumblr posts i’ve read, this one is going to change my life the fastest lol.
Thanks to both the OP for posting a thing that so many of us do, and the responder who gave us a better way to do it. You’re doing the lord’s work, my friend!

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it’s fucked up and hard to be a caretaker at my core sometimes. it may be a quality that makes me lovable, empathic and useful but it also makes me vulnerable, under appreciated and consistently not held by those i hold. remember that many caretakers are born out of necessity and abuse, think about how you move in your relationships with them. i’m lucky for those who see me
i love that this is getting reblogged again bc sometimes this bitch needs her own reminders 🙃🤔
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