A liberal that likes to see things differently--
I'm anything but a commie.

Here is a healthy serving of my political opinion if you'd like to read.

I love talking about the LGBT community and I'm very patriotic, whatever that means.
There's also a lot of political art on here to further your understanding of American propaganda. Cheers!




a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)

That’s exactly the appropriate response.

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can the united states just chill for one day

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why’d we have to color so much in school.  it didnt teach us anything.  is “staying in the lines” a subconscious metaphor for not revolting against the bourgeoisie

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*hacks into the government and changes all the pics of old dudes on the money to anime girls* the economy is saved

Miss Roach, I'm sorry for bothering you, but could you possibly link me to a post basically explaining the problem of otherkin and nounself pronouns? One of the people I'm following is asking about it and since I'm on mobile, I can't search basically anything- tags won't work right :/
— Anonymous


unlike pronouns like sie/hirs/hirself, which attempt to add a nongendered alternative to ‘they’ into english, nounself pronouns like bunself and shipself and voidself are goofy, difficult, communication-hostile fripperies that people who don’t want to be human play around with to feel even more special. a lot of trans and gender-variant people are pretty damn irritated about this new and exciting development from the ‘being a winged tiger makes you a persecuted minority too’ brigade! here’s a bunch of posts. 






Never forget
When your classmates wrinkled their noses at the scent of your lunch still lingering on your clothes,
Even though their ancestors had conquered half the world in search of the spices you ate.

Never forget
How they jeered at your mother’s bindi, making crude jokes about how ridiculous it looked on her,
And after ten years, how they all wore the exact same ornament on their own foreheads to keep up with the current trends.

Never forget
When they repeatedly stumbled over the sharp letters which formed your name, forcing you to repeat yourself several times before giving up;
Only to have those very letters tattooed on their own flesh, in a language they do not comprehend.

Always remember
Your culture belongs to you,
Not to them.

— Muneeb Hasan [08.10.14] (via muneebb)