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Yes!!!

Are you in CO?😁

Yes :) are you??

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The words of a generation

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*sigh*

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the main difference between the women’s cup and the men’s cup is that when the ladyballers fall down they just get up and carry on playing instead of sobbing dramatically as though their limb was severed by a combine harvester

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How old are you?

19 physically but 55 and retired spiritually 

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i was 14 and i was walking through a mall by myself at 12am after my shift at coldstone creamery lol and a bunch of men started whistling and meowing and getting really close to me and they kept asking me questions and i kept not answering until i didn’t know what else to do so i said “i’m only 14” and almost in unison they said “we don’t care” i was so fucking scared i didn’t know what to do and they kept talking about how i looked and how my body looked and what they would do i was on the verge of tears i was all alone in a huge mall i knew i couldn’t outrun them all i felt totally hopeless until a maintenance worker came up to all of us with a huge industrial broom in her hand, i thought she was going to yell at all of us for being in the mall after hours bc she probably thought we were all friends but instead she cursed all of them out in spanish, threatened to press a panic button on her belt and then proceeded to walk me to the basement garage and waited with me until my mom got there to pick me up she had a death grip on her cart the whole time and a face of steel she looked so strong and i just kept saying thank you and she kept saying not to thank her because she had to stop them.

that was the moment i realized women were the most important beings on this planet and we have to protect each other bc nobody else is going to, she didn’t even know me, we couldn’t even communicate that well because of the language barrier, she could have lost her job for waiting with me in the parking lot but she looked out for me when she didn’t have to, she had nothing to gain from it, i’m 21 now and i tell everyone this story even though it happened 7 years ago, what she did that night helped me form and shape lot of my beliefs early on. 

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Yassss

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Workin on mah booty. Don't worry it's coming 😉

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Where women are trying to stray from salt. There are some people who will want to be against you, don’t forget that.

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LOOOOOOOOOL YOU ARE A JOKE

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me: i have a cute body!

*goes on tumblr*: lol nvm

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We - and by we, I mean, white feminists - need to talk about how Dylann Storm Roof, the Charleston terrorist, used white female purity to justify murdering black people. 

“I have to do it,” he said. “You rape our women.” 

This myth - that black men rape and assault white women - has been used to justify the murder of black people for centuries. It was used to justify lynchings. It was used to justify slavery. It is still used today.  

And white feminists absolutely NEED TO REPUDIATE this myth, because white women’s tacit approval - and sometimes vocal agreement - with this myth is part of what allows this terrorism to happen. 

People like Dylann Storm believe white women need to be protected from black men. 

We don’t. 

I stand in solidarity with the black community, not with people like Dylann Storm. He does not speak for me. 

(100% inspired LaKeyma Pennyamon’s facebook post asking why white women haven’t already done this. Thank you.) 

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TDS, February 11, 2015

Jordan Klepper looks at the issue of sex education in schools

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When I was a girl, I wanted to be brown. The only Barbie I played with was brown, the only bratz doll I had was brown, and every avatar I made online had dark skin. My mom never told me this was wrong. She never questioned why I did it. She let me dream and be in a world that didn't exist. I though brown skin was beautiful. I though if my skin was dark, I would be beautiful. But I wasn't. I was white. White as fuck. But I was still beautiful. I didn't learn about racism until I was in 8th grade. I didn't get it and I didn't understand that it still existed in our world. But now I see the evil in the world. I see what people do to each other. I see the sadness. I see the hatred. I see posts like this everyday. But white people are not racist. Racists are fucking racist. I can promise you there isn't a racist bone under my motherfucking white skin. So don't tell me I can't be trusted. Don't tell me I'm dangerous. Don't tell me I'm not beautiful. I am not at fault for my ancestors disgust. I am my own person. I do not associate myself with racism so you shouldn't either..just because of the color of my skin. I am tired of going through my sb feed, looking for support and love from other women, and instead I find post after post bashing white. White is not the problem. Racism is the problem. How am I supposed to look up to you ladies when every time I get on tumblr, I get off tumblr because I don't feel welcome. Is this really a solution or just another racist post? I am kind. I am strong. I am trustworthy. I am innocent. And I am beautiful. Don't tell me I'm not.

No white is to be trusted. If you find yourself in the presence of a white, plan escape routes and emergency plans. I'm deadass serious.

contingency plans are fundamental.

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Story of my life!