iraffiruse:

HURR DURR DURR IMA DOG

Oh, cool, guys, check it out, a CH cat.
Cats with cerebral hypoplasia frequently have difficulty walking, along with being hard of hearing, or having visual difficulties. Otherwise, though, they’re as smart, happy and healthy as any other cat. Don’t pass up a CHcat, you just might meet your new bff.

iraffiruse:

HURR DURR DURR IMA DOG

Oh, cool, guys, check it out, a CH cat.

Cats with cerebral hypoplasia frequently have difficulty walking, along with being hard of hearing, or having visual difficulties. Otherwise, though, they’re as smart, happy and healthy as any other cat. Don’t pass up a CHcat, you just might meet your new bff.

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riotsnotdiets:

Dear Tumblr, I need your help. If anything I’ve ever written or posted or said or did has ever impacted your life in a positive way, please read on. A small donation could mean keeping my family safe from violence and homelessness. Every little bit helps.
The short version: my mom and my sister and my nephew were left homeless after my sister was assaulted in the home where they were staying. My grandmother died unexpectedly this week so they cannot stay with her (where they normally go in times of trouble). I am paying to keep them in a motel until the 29th of October but after that I am out of money. They need to keep a roof over their heads while they search for resources, meet with their social worker, and do everything else they can think of to secure longer-term housing for them and my baby nephew.You can donate now at www.youcaring.com/helpmargitte (because fuck gofundme).The long version:
Back in May, my 25-year-old sister Molly gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Jericho. He is her first child, and my mother’s first grandbaby. 
Because he was born slightly premature and my sister, a single mom, needed extra help, my mother moved in with them to support her. 
Everything was going wonderfully at first. Jericho gained weight at a healthy pace, rarely cried, and was a generally happy and well-adjusted baby. My mom and my sister became a great co-parenting team, supporting each other, making sure they didn’t miss a single appointment, and providing all of the love, care, and attention Jericho needed.
But then my sister was physically assaulted by one of the male adults living in their home. He broke her nose, ruptured her eardrum, and gave her a concussion. 
Needless to say, my sister and my mother moved out. At first they went to my grandmother’s (Jericho’s great-grandma), but her senior living apartment managers wouldn’t let them stay. (In an unrelated series of events, my grandmother suddenly and unexpectedly passed away last week, and we are all still figuring out how to cope without her.)
Currently, my mom and sister and baby Jericho are staying at a motel that I am paying for out of pocket—but I only have enough money to keep them there through next Wednesday. 
That’s where you come in. 
My mom and my sister are spending their days searching for resources and getting on waiting lists for low-income housing. They have a social worker and others helping them out, but they need more time. 
I’m trying to raise enough money to keep them there for a full month or longer ($2000+) while they continue their search for other options. They also need gas money, food (they have a full kitchen in their motel room), and other essentials for them and the baby (diapers, money for laundry, etc.). 
Raising this money could mean the difference between them finding a place to live for good and being completely homeless. 
Thank you for considering donating to my family and helping me help them. And if you can’t donate, I’d love for you to share this with others. My family could really use a miracle right about now.
<3
Margitte

riotsnotdiets:

Dear Tumblr, I need your help. If anything I’ve ever written or posted or said or did has ever impacted your life in a positive way, please read on. 

A small donation could mean keeping my family safe from violence and homelessness.
Every little bit helps.

The short version: my mom and my sister and my nephew were left homeless after my sister was assaulted in the home where they were staying. My grandmother died unexpectedly this week so they cannot stay with her (where they normally go in times of trouble). I am paying to keep them in a motel until the 29th of October but after that I am out of money. They need to keep a roof over their heads while they search for resources, meet with their social worker, and do everything else they can think of to secure longer-term housing for them and my baby nephew.

You can donate now at www.youcaring.com/helpmargitte (because fuck gofundme).

The long version:

Back in May, my 25-year-old sister Molly gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Jericho. He is her first child, and my mother’s first grandbaby. 

Because he was born slightly premature and my sister, a single mom, needed extra help, my mother moved in with them to support her. 

Everything was going wonderfully at first. Jericho gained weight at a healthy pace, rarely cried, and was a generally happy and well-adjusted baby. My mom and my sister became a great co-parenting team, supporting each other, making sure they didn’t miss a single appointment, and providing all of the love, care, and attention Jericho needed.

But then my sister was physically assaulted by one of the male adults living in their home. He broke her nose, ruptured her eardrum, and gave her a concussion. 

Needless to say, my sister and my mother moved out. At first they went to my grandmother’s (Jericho’s great-grandma), but her senior living apartment managers wouldn’t let them stay. (In an unrelated series of events, my grandmother suddenly and unexpectedly passed away last week, and we are all still figuring out how to cope without her.)

Currently, my mom and sister and baby Jericho are staying at a motel that I am paying for out of pocket—but I only have enough money to keep them there through next Wednesday. 

That’s where you come in. 

My mom and my sister are spending their days searching for resources and getting on waiting lists for low-income housing. They have a social worker and others helping them out, but they need more time. 

I’m trying to raise enough money to keep them there for a full month or longer ($2000+) while they continue their search for other options. They also need gas money, food (they have a full kitchen in their motel room), and other essentials for them and the baby (diapers, money for laundry, etc.). 

Raising this money could mean the difference between them finding a place to live for good and being completely homeless. 

Thank you for considering donating to my family and helping me help them. And if you can’t donate, I’d love for you to share this with others. My family could really use a miracle right about now.

<3

Margitte

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larstheyeti:

http://theawkwardyeti.com
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"

Sometimes he’ll tell me about his college days, about an Afghanistan I have never known and very few people would believe ever existed.

"In the College of Engineering, there was this lecture hall, with seats for 1,000 students," his says as eyes begin to get bigger. "At the end of the lecture, the seats would move. The whole auditorium would shift as you spun along the diameter. The engineering of the building itself was very interesting." He continues to describe the construction details, then sighs. "I wonder if it’s still around?"

There is a pause. For 25 years I have tried to fill that silence, but I have never quite figured out what to say. I guess silence goes best there. He is the next one to speak. “You see, even your old-aged father was once part of something important.”

When he says things like that I want to scream. I don’t want to believe that the years can beat away at you like that. I don’t want to know that if enough time passes, you begin to question what was real or who you are. I am unconcerned with what the world thinks of him, but it is devastating to know that he at times thinks less of himself.

We are the same, but we are separated. People don’t see him in me. I wish they would. I walk in with a doctor’s white coat or a suit or my Berkeley sweatshirt and jeans. High heels or sneakers, it doesn’t matter, people always seem impressed with me. “Pediatrician, eh?” they say. “Well, good for you.”

I wonder what people see when they look at him. They don’t see what I see in his smile. Perhaps they see a brown man with a thick accent; perhaps they think, another immigrant cabdriver. Or perhaps it is much worse: Maybe he is a profile-matched terrorist, aligned with some axis of evil. “Another Abd-ool f——-g foreigner,” I once heard someone say.

Sometimes the worst things are not what people say to your face or what they say at all, it is the things that are assumed. I am in line at the grocery store, studying at a cafe, on a plane flying somewhere.

"Her English is excellent; she must have grown up here," I hear a lady whisper. "But why on earth does she wear that thing on her head?"

"Oh, that’s not her fault," someone replies. "Her father probably forces her to wear that."

I am still searching for a quick, biting response to comments like that. The trouble is that things I’d like to say aren’t quick. So I say nothing. I want to take their hands and pull them home with me. Come, meet my father. Don’t look at the wrinkles; don’t look at the scars; don’t mind the hearing aid, or the thick accent. Don’t look at the world’s effect on him; look at his effect on the world. Come into my childhood and hear the lullabies, the warm hand on your shoulder on the worst of days, the silly jokes on mundane afternoons. Come meet the woman he has loved and respected his whole life; witness the confidence he has nurtured in his three daughters. Stay the night; hear his footsteps come in at midnight after a long day’s work. That sound in the middle of the night is his head bowing in prayer although he is exhausted. Granted, the wealth is gone and the legacy unknown, but look at what the bombs did not destroy. Now tell me, am I really oppressed? The question makes me want to laugh. Now tell me, is he really the oppressor? The question makes me want to cry.

At times, I want to throw it all away: the education, the opportunities, the potential. I want to slip into the passenger seat of his cab and say: This is who I am. If he is going to be labeled, then give me those labels too. If you are going to look down on him, than you might as well peer down on me as well. Close this gap. Erase this line. There is no differentiation here. Of all the things I am, of all the things I could ever be, I will never be prouder than to say that I am of him.

I am this cabdriver’s daughter.

"

A pediatrician takes pride in her Afghan cabdriver father

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Crying

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dontcallmeeuphrasie:

courfius:

dontcallmeeuphrasie:

shipping is fun and all but tbh nothing makes me more emotional than headcanons about valjean and cosette

valjean attemtping to braid cosette’s hair for the first time and using cosette’s dolls as reference

valjean teaching…

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fay-wray:

Naomi Campbell at Givenchy Fall/Winter 2006

Naomi/Nerd Glasses OTP

fay-wray:

Naomi Campbell at Givenchy Fall/Winter 2006

Naomi/Nerd Glasses OTP

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beyrouths:

swimmiesofdoom:

israel bombed gaza’s zoo today.  no, hamas wasn’t there.
israel has bombed hospitals.  no, hamas wasn’t there.
israel has bombed schools.  no, hamas wasn’t there.
israel has bombed apartments, homes, and the streets.  israel has bombed the beaches.  israel has put out snipers to shoot at fleeing women and children and men.
israel is an apartheid state.
hamas doesn’t exist in a vaccuum. israel created hamas.  without israeli oppression and occupation and apartheid, there would be no hamas.
wonder woman wouldn’t stand for any of this shit.  you are not right, gal gadot, and israel.  you are not right, and you will not overcome.  you will never overcome.

STOP FUCKING IGNORING THIS JUST BECAUSE YOU ‘FINALLY GOT YOUR WONDER WOMAN MOVIE’ STOP IGNORING THIS BECAUSE WOAH LEAD WOMEN SUPERHERO WHEN SHE’S A FUCKING TERRORISTWONDER FUCKING WOMAN WOULD NOT STAND FOR THIS SHIT, WONDER WOMAN WOULDN’T WANT SOME TERRORIST ZIONIST WASTE OF SPACE PLAYING HERTHIS ASSHOLE SERVED IN THE IDF, FOR 2 YEARS, SHE SERVED IN THE ISRAELI DEFENCE FORCES THAT RECENTLY MURDERED OVER 2000 PALESTINIANS AND INJURED OVER 10,000SOMEONE FUCKING DRAG HER FUCK THIS ZIONIST PIECE OF SHIT

beyrouths:

swimmiesofdoom:

israel bombed gaza’s zoo today.  no, hamas wasn’t there.

israel has bombed hospitals.  no, hamas wasn’t there.

israel has bombed schools.  no, hamas wasn’t there.

israel has bombed apartments, homes, and the streets.  israel has bombed the beaches.  israel has put out snipers to shoot at fleeing women and children and men.

israel is an apartheid state.

hamas doesn’t exist in a vaccuum. israel created hamas.  without israeli oppression and occupation and apartheid, there would be no hamas.

wonder woman wouldn’t stand for any of this shit.  you are not right, gal gadot, and israel.  you are not right, and you will not overcome.  you will never overcome.

STOP FUCKING IGNORING THIS JUST BECAUSE YOU ‘FINALLY GOT YOUR WONDER WOMAN MOVIE’ 
STOP IGNORING THIS BECAUSE WOAH LEAD WOMEN SUPERHERO WHEN SHE’S A FUCKING TERRORIST
WONDER FUCKING WOMAN WOULD NOT STAND FOR THIS SHIT, WONDER WOMAN WOULDN’T WANT SOME TERRORIST ZIONIST WASTE OF SPACE PLAYING HER
THIS ASSHOLE SERVED IN THE IDF, FOR 2 YEARS, SHE SERVED IN THE ISRAELI DEFENCE FORCES THAT RECENTLY MURDERED OVER 2000 PALESTINIANS AND INJURED OVER 10,000
SOMEONE FUCKING DRAG HER FUCK THIS ZIONIST PIECE OF SHIT

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acceber74:

tiaraloveskandlupita:

tiloy192033:

axlrosie:

congenitalprogramming:

radicalrascality:

ruru-chii:

tiaraloveskandlupita:

irelandsowl:

glitterandmetal-yt-da:

youngblackandvegan:

kawaiiflowerchild:

Michaela DePrince 

 THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT!

black ballerina excellence

So gorgeous and elegant

Why is this important? i see a girl doing ballet, stop outlining difference, its important we just admire the skills, and afore mentioned ellegance

First of all shut the fuck up and have several seats 

and heres why in Michaela’s own words what she had to go through beig BLACK and still goes through

When she was around 8 and rehearsing for The Nutcracker, just a few days before the performance she was told, “I’m sorry, you can’t do it. America’s not ready for a black girl ballerina.”

For Michaela, “to say this to an 8-year-old is just devastating. It was terrible.”

When she was 9, a teacher told her mother: “I don’t like to put money into black dancers because they grow up and end up having big boobs and big hips.”

The dancer looked down at her petite figure and protested, “I don’t have boobs. I don’t get it.”

Instead of getting her down, “It makes me more determined,” she said. “Because I’ve been through so much, I know now that I can make it and I can help other kids who have been in really bad situations realize that they can make it too.”

This is why it is important, for little Black girls to see a black ballerina made it despite being discriminated against because of her skin color!!! 

And have many seats

Black ballerinas have a long history of going through so fucking much. I can’t with the colorblind shit.

Take a seat IN THE BACK. It’s cute and all to be like ‘all that matters is the skills’ but in the REAL world, UNFORTUNATELY, Black people are not given that opportunity.

"This is why it is important, for little Black girls to see a black ballerina made it despite being discriminated against because of her skin color!!!" +1

People maybe if people saw her as a good ballerina instead of a “black ballerina” then we wouldn’t be having this argument in the first place

Is there something wrong with being black?

It’s because they feel excluded….any time they’re not the center of attention,  they feel the need to assert that “we’re all human” shit (as if we didn’t already recognize our own humanity). Notice how that’s done when it’s something good or exceptional, then they want to be included, yet they’re real quick to ignore our humanity when we’re being murdered in the streets. 

tyler posey with puppies (◡‿◡✿)

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overlypolitebisexual:

cat people: dogs are cool too
dog people: cats don’t feel love did you know a cat once MURDERED my MOTHER

It’s true, though.

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