lllllllllllllletswrite:

i almost got arrested when i was 7 because i was putting that fake snow stuff in plastic sandwich baggies and giving them to all my friends and more and more kids would come to me asking for snow and one of the kid’s parents found it and they thought it was cocaine so they called the police on us and they literally thought that a 7 year old girl had created an underground drug distributing system

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zackisontumblr:

do you ever hang out w/ someone and realize it’s not what you wanted to do and then you’re trapped for a few hours

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"Stuck between wanting rough sex and sweet sensual cuddles."
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T. Davis 

Everything you love is here

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"

We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.

"I don’t want my ears pierced."

"I don’t want any earrings."

The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.

She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”

Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’

We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.

Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’

Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.

Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.

No means no, yeah, right.

Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”

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from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

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Now imagine this from the stance of her being disabled and having to undergo constant shots, medical examinations, and other things. Disabled kids learn this lesson constantly.

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I’m also extremely surprised that this isn’t considered child abuse when the child clearly doesn’t want their fucking ears pierced. Damn, woman, you hurt her.

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selfiepolice:

i feel u

or like i want to

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"I would just like to be where you are; I would just like to trust you and love you and be with you. Only with you. Inside of you, around you, in all conceivable and inconceivable places. I would like to be where you are."
- Kahlo, Frida. The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait. (via wordsnquotes)

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janemba:

*is a wreck*

*gives ppl lifestyle advice*

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angryasianfeminist:

we don’t talk about the weight of the world at the dinner table.

                                  social justice seems to be the opposite of flirting

and i think i scare boys off.

we eat the bodies of dead animals and 

                                       ignore the body count of humans lives

lost to violence when it’s happening right outside.

i can’t go to sleep without thinking about thinking

about how someone out there is falling asleep to the sound of

gunshots and falling bombs.

vergiltarian:

Sitting down, and remembering you left your drink in the kitchen

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