Speak up or be a face in the crowd

Just an ordinary girl who enjoys wasting time on Tumblr.
~ Tuesday, October 21 ~
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jessiej7732:

fox-power:

So my 13 y/o brother is on Xbox Live with his friends in the other room and the past 20 minutes I’ve heard him say

  • Dude why do you use gay as an insult?
  • You guys are fucking sexist, this is why I’m the only one of us who has a girlfriend
  • Wow that wasn’t racist or anything
  • No seriously gay does not mean stupid
  • BOOMSHOT!!!!!!!!!!

SO PROUD

PRAISE YOUR BROTHER

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~ Sunday, October 19 ~
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~ Wednesday, October 15 ~
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~ Tuesday, October 14 ~
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Fuck em. Who cares if you get in trouble? Who cares what people think? Twenty years from now you’re not gonna remember the week you were grounded, but I promise you’ll never forget the night you snuck out at 3am and went to the popular boy’s party with your best friends. Skip practice, you’re not going to the olympics anyways. It’s not gonna change your life. Have sex with the cute boy who smiled at you, as long as it’s what you want. Don’t ever do anything for a boy. Having a boyfriend is the farthest thing from a priority in your life. Plan to be single forever, and if you find a man, or woman, who makes you happier than anything else in your life, it will be a stroke of luck that changes your life. Don’t live in the future or the past, live in the moment, it’s only here right now. Do whatever the fuck you want, as long as you’re happy and as long as you’re having fun. That’s the most important thing. Enjoying yourself. It’s your life. Never forget that.
— My aunt (the best advice I’ve ever received)

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~ Monday, October 13 ~
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If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
— My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via swgxh)

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~ Sunday, October 12 ~
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bocchan:

karhide:

windandsalt:

friarpark

#this is not an exaggeration okay #children do say this #children do wonder why they can’t find themselves in the media #don’t fucking tell me it doesn’t matter #it matters so much #children NEED to see themselves represented #or else they grow up feeling inferior and not worthy

okay, story time: i’m a resident actor a children’s theatre company, and we just did peter pan. i was cast as peter because i’m the only one who looks young enough to play the part; but aside from looking young, i look nothing like peter pan. he’s this little white boy with reddish brown hair and i’m an arab/hispanic queer with black hair and freckles. 

our company has a really devoted following, and these kids are reeeally young. after every show, we do autographs as the characters and have to keep up the act, because to a lot of these really young kids, we are who we pretend to be on stage. that terrified me. i’ve done autograph sessions in-character before, but never as such a well-loved character. who, again, is white. i was worried about what children might say.

over the course of the production, we must have performed for close to 500 kids, between the shows we did for families and the shows we did for school field trips.

and i distinctly remember one little white girl who came up to me with a DVD copy of disney’s peter pan, and she had this adorable tinkerbell dress on, and she just stared at me wide-eyed and after a while she said “i have all your movies!!”

first of all, if you don’t think that’s the cutest thing ever, please leave.

and when i asked her what she wanted me to sign, she handed me her DVD and said “by your face.” and she points right at this little white redheaded peter pan with pointy ears who is clearly not me, as if she can’t tell the difference… or she can, and she doesn’t care. similar things happened with different children, but it never lost its charm for me. on the contrary, it really warmed my heart.

by that same token there were many children of color who were affected by seeing a brown peter pan. a lot of them (usually older children) and/or their parents ask me how i got into acting, and if i had any advice for how to get into it. it meant a lot to me that there’s this whole generation of children of color who are going to pursue the arts, because even though i live in a very diverse area, our theatre landscape is still very whitewashed.

anyway, what i’m trying to say isn’t just that representation matters, which it does. what i’m also trying to say is that one less white face in the crowd isn’t going to hurt anyone. i feel like i’ve heard time and again that white people can only identify with white characters, and the whole point of my story is that that’s obviously not true. that kind of behavior, where people only empathize with characters who look like them, has to be taught. and that kind of behavior is racism.

bolding is mine, because that last bit really knocked it out of the park for me

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~ Friday, October 10 ~
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power-donuts:

When they tell you,

"The timing is wrong"
“We’re not in the right situation”
“This isn’t the right place”

Love does not set appointments.
Love has no location.

It’s always time. If it’s love, it’s always time.

Don’t let someone love you on their own terms.

Love is not a burden.

You are not a burden.

You are not a burden.

Walk away.

One day you will be someones all four seasons.


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~ Thursday, October 9 ~
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My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

— (via runiqu)

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