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I discovered through Youtube this amazingly talented, beautiful girl.
I look forward to watch her blow up globally!
wow
The nightmare began in February when the cops came to arrest my daughter, who had just turned 18, and took her away without telling us what was happening.
Petition on change.org to stop this bullshit: SIGN HERE.
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Signal boost to my south florida followers
please reblog, power of the internet saves people
This little company from Kenya makes toys from slippers that wash up on the beach. Pictures by Ben Curtis
How glorious is this?! Upcycling at its finest…
TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE | 14299.) I am a guy. I was basically raped tonight. I can’t ask for help. I was at a gay sex club, so doing that would out me and I know nothing would happen because I am a guy…that was raped by a guy. My mouth, back, arms and chest are covered in bruises from where he bit, grabbed, and pulled on me. I couldn’t breath or move when he forced himself on me. Guys kept walking by and looking at us, but no one would help. I tried to stretch out my arm when a guy walked by, but he just put his dick in my hand. I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I don’t feel anything. I’m worried about going to work tomorrow. I don’t want to explain it to my parents or my roommate. I just keep thinking that if I wasn’t so damn lonely, that if someone loved me, or if I had friends…this wouldn’t have happened. I’m going home now.
Support for male rape survivors:
RAINN (Rape, Abuse, & Incest National Network): 1-800-656-4673 | Online Hotline
Trevor Project (Suicide hotline for LGBTQ youth): 1-866-488-7386
Kids Help Phone (Canada, under 20, speak to a counselor for free + anon): 1-800-668-6868
Sending love your way, OP
14206.) How do you balance out your school life, and home life, and social life all together? how do people do that? how do people deal with the shit that happens at home, extracurricular activities, homework, ap classes etc. someone please tell me because i feel like breaking down. tips?
FACT: most people don’t.
- Don’t assume those you intend to help even wanted your help.
- You are not there to ‘help’ anyone. Help assumes you are in authority and they depend on you.
- You are there to work with people.
- Those people are not charity cases: they are human beings with feelings history and personal identities. Like you. Treat them as such.
- That means stop thinking its so goddamn ’beautiful’ to hold a black child’s hand or ‘inspiring’ when you wear their clothes and practice their customs or ‘amazing’ when you see a person wear western clothes.
- You’re exotifying people based on racist and ignorant ideas you had of them. Go back to no. 4
- The people you work with don’t exist to make you/your life look better.
- Don’t assume you know what’s best for them. Ask. Listen.
- Listen to them more than those you view as your ‘equals’ (fellow volunteers/white ppl)
- Don’t expect those you work with to be thankful to you. They didn’t ask you to work with them in the first place.
- You are not there to ‘save the day’.
- Treat them the way you treat your friends; be there for them when they want/need you, offer advice but don’t act butthurt if they don’t take it.
- You do not have all the answers. Nobody does. So don’t act like you do. It shows.
- Don’t describe those you work with as ‘underprivileged’ or other demeaning eurocentric words. What you are doing is comparing your own life to theirs and assuming everyone wants the type of life you have. Go back to no. 6 & 7
(this also goes for working with kids, women’s groups, people with disabilities etc. whether in your own country or abroad. Feel free to add more points that hasn’t been covered and reblog. End the White Saviour Complex)
1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
PLEASE READ I’M BEGGING YOU GUYS TO HELP ME.
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This is my best friend, Billy. I’ve known him basically since I was born. Our parents were friends, and it was always the joke between our families that we were going to get married, since my parents happened to have a girl and his a guy, at the same time. He means a lot to me, even though he lives thousands of miles away from me right now. The important thing though, is that he’s gone missing. He is a danger to himself, suffering from depression and extensive drug use in the past year. He was going through rehabilitation, but now he’s missing. He’s disappeared. The last he was seen was in Juno Beach, Florida. This is off of northern Palm Beach County. He’s been missing since Sunday afternoon, over forty hours. The U.S. Coast Guard searched for him throughout Monday night, and they’re unsure that the search will continue any longer. He was last seen wearing a pair of green shorts. It’s uncertain whether he has gone missing deliberately, or the coast was too rough. This is one hundred percent serious and I’m terrified. If anybody in or near Palm Beach County has seen or heard from him, please please please contact his mother at (321) 750-3469. This is so serious, and only serious calls are wanted. Please help find my best friend. I’m lost without him.
