I Reblog Beauty
I Reblog Beauty
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i-r3fus3-2-sinkk:

Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
i-r3fus3-2-sinkk:

Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
i-r3fus3-2-sinkk:

Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
i-r3fus3-2-sinkk:

Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
i-r3fus3-2-sinkk:

Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
i-r3fus3-2-sinkk:

Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
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blame-eve:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
blame-eve:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
blame-eve:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
blame-eve:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
blame-eve:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
blame-eve:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
blame-eve:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
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cootyxqueen:

quizicalgin:

hawayso:

MISSING
Suad Wardere, 15, was last seen on the morning of July 9 in the Jane Street and Finch Avenue West area. TORONTO POLICE SERVICE
She is described as black, five-feet five-inches tall, 110 pounds, with a thin build and black hair.
Wardere was wearing a pink hijab, a long navy blue dress and a white shirt.
Police are concerned for her safety.
Anyone with information is asked to contact Toronto Police Service at 416-808-3100 or Kingston Police Force at 1-613-549-4660, Crime Stoppers anonymously at 416-222-TIPS (8477), online at www.222tips.com, or text TOR and your message to CRIMES (274637).
Please keep Suad in your Duas may she be found safe insha’allah

get her home get her home!

EVERYONE REBLOG THIS SHIT BECAUSE SHE’S NOT WHITE AND Y’ALL KNOW IF A WHITE BITCH GOES MISSING PPL ARE GONNA CARE MORE
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tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
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flo-we-rs:

look at these evil lesbians destroying the sanctity of marriage
flo-we-rs:

look at these evil lesbians destroying the sanctity of marriage
flo-we-rs:

look at these evil lesbians destroying the sanctity of marriage
flo-we-rs:

look at these evil lesbians destroying the sanctity of marriage
flo-we-rs:

look at these evil lesbians destroying the sanctity of marriage
flo-we-rs:

look at these evil lesbians destroying the sanctity of marriage
flo-we-rs:

look at these evil lesbians destroying the sanctity of marriage
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Thunderstorm cloud lamp
Thunderstorm cloud lamp
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cactei:

florels:

the-absolute-best-posts:

michiamocristina:
An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me  with a smile that lit up her entire being.  She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.  “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the  next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”  as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.  Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and  she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was  introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell  you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop  playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing  older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.  Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those  with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS  OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

this is the best thing I have ever read in my life

oh my god