MY MILK POURED OUT INTO LIKE A CORKSCREW PATTERN??? WHAT
WHY IS THIS MILK IN A BAG WAt
WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE MILK IN A BAG THING EVERY TIME GODDAMN IT ITS LITERALLY MILK IN A FUCKING BAG WHAT IS SO HARD TO GRASP ABOUT THE CONCEPT
Why are you eating oatmeal with milk
This post is an international nightmare
"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around
ma’am im sorry but that baby was due today, i don’t care if its not done just turn in what you have
comment left on the Racialious blog post “Sustainable Food & Privilege: Why is Green always White (and Male and Upper-Class)” (via meggannn)
It reminds me of the “bike to work” movement. That is also portrayed as white, but in my city more than half of the people on bike are not white. I was once talking to a white activist who was photographing “bike commuters” and had only pictures of white people with the occasional “Black professional” I asked her why she didn’t photograph the delivery people, construction workers etc. … ie. the Black and [Latin@] and Asian people… and she mumbled something about trying to “improve the image of biking” then admitted that she didn’t really see them as part of the “green movement” since they “probably have no choice” –
I was so mad I wanted to quit working on the project she and I were collaborating on.
So, in the same way when people in a poor neighborhood grow food in their yards … it’s just being poor– but when white people do it they are saving the earth or something.
and that is why feminism needs to focus less on media representation and more on social/economic policies that damages women and children because you end up feminists who are more outraged about a woman whose cellulite is being mocked but not outraged about that same woman supporting a destructive regime that is literally kills women and children
Breakfast — on a stick.
Recipe: Yogurt Breakfast Popsicles on The Kitchn
that feeling I get when he hugs me from behind ♥
- 15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
- me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance
Comparison is an act of violence against the self.Maya Angelou (via crafty-in-the-city)