my friend just texted me “it’s not acceptable that trump feels good about himself and you don’t” and i think it’s the most motivational thing i’ve ever read

we got countries around the world that literally celebrate the day white ppl left them the hell alone

Powerful photos expose the micro aggressions trans people face every day

Like so many other transgender individuals, Shane Henise is no stranger to microaggressions. But rather than continue to passively receive hurtful, ignorant statements daily, Henise decided to take a stand. His photos show the comments trans people hear constantly — including the all-too-familiar and invasive sex question.

Seriously, stop asking about what's between my legs. You ruin any chance of finding out by asking.

Consent is like a traffic light.

When they say ‘stop’, you stop.

When they say ‘maybe’, you get ready to stop.

When they say ‘go’, you go.

And like a traffic light, their signals are not optional.

For example, if they say ‘stop’ or ‘maybe’ and you decide to keep going, you will get hit by a truck.

MY truck.

I will run you over.

Good morning!

Stop checking on people that aren’t checking on you

Louis C.K.

This has long been one of the most influential quotes I have ever come across. Completely changes my perspective on soooo many situations in my past. (via hudson-republic)

I feel like many “lasting marriages” in my culture are the result of male appeasement by women and toleration of abuse and disrespect 

Tea’s hot today

Watch: George Takei has a vital message for those misusing and misremembering Japanese internment.

@frishtah

festive

it me

@scomet A holiday craft idea you could get behind?

Queen Latifah as The Wiz in The Wiz Live!

i love it!!!

Saba Ahmed, president and founder of the Republican Muslim Coalition, just showed Fox News and the country what a real patriot looks like. Later in the interview, she brilliantly shut down the double standard of blaming Islam.

15 mosques in france have been attacked in the past 48hrs. i guess the term terrorist only applies if the crime is committed by a muslim.

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

this fucks me up every single time

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

Police privilege looks like this

…again, I could say so much but won’t.