She's got a mind of her own
aplacetolovedogs:

Listen here doggie, if we are going to live in the same house and get along, here are the rules…..
For more cute dogs and puppies

aplacetolovedogs:

Listen here doggie, if we are going to live in the same house and get along, here are the rules…..

For more cute dogs and puppies

the-goddamazon:

"IF WE IGNORE RACISM IT WILL GO AWAY"

Yeah, and if you ignore cancer it’ll go away too.

Problem with that is both those statements are lies.

the-goddamazon:

kyssthis16:

zoezoloft:

il-tenore-regina:

lancrebitch:

the-wistful-collectivist:

centralist:

maudelynn:

via Memrise
Which one would YOU take?

Blue lmao

Red

red

Blue! 

RED!! Please tell me that includes old tongues too

red

Red.
The linguistic field is a highly lucrative one.

Blue. Because fuck being in every conversation accidentally.

the-goddamazon:

kyssthis16:

zoezoloft:

il-tenore-regina:

lancrebitch:

the-wistful-collectivist:

centralist:

maudelynn:

via Memrise

Which one would YOU take?

Blue lmao

Red

red

Blue! 

RED!! Please tell me that includes old tongues too

red

Red.

The linguistic field is a highly lucrative one.

Blue. Because fuck being in every conversation accidentally.

mixed-girl-problems:

I’m Jessica, I’m 21. My mom is white and Cherokee, and my dad is black. Growing up my sisters and I were called it all- oreos, zebras, mutts, the whole nine. When I took tests at the end of the year, I never knew what race to bubble (you could only bubble in one). 
My hair was too nappy to be white, but too tame to be considered black. I was dark enough to get stares while I was in the grocery store with my grandma, but light enough to get mean glares when I was with my dad- who was one of “those brothas.”  I get the same questions and comments all of the time:

"Is your mom white, or is your dad?" "Why does your mom only like black guys?" "Which race do you identify with more?" "You are acting too white right now!" "You are acting too BLACK right now." "Mixed girls can’t be pale!" "Have you ever had a weave??" 

Blah blah blah. Just stop. For a long time, I had a major complex growing up. I didn’t know how “white” or “black” I should act. I didn’t know who to be friends with. Now, I embrace it. I let my white friends get jealous of my year-round tan, and my black ones get jealous of my “white girl hair” (which is simply not the case!). I got so giddy in the seventh grade when they FINALLY had a bubble for multi-racial people. But I am not defined by the color of my skin or a little circle on a piece of paper. 
No matter what race you are, know that you were created by the grace of God. And he made you just the way he wanted. I guess God wanted me to be a zebra, and I am perfectly okay with that. Love you for you and everyone else will surely do the same. 
I seriously thank my mom all of the time for being different and going outside the norm. She loves me and my nappy hair and yellow skin. And that’s good enough for me. :) 

mixed-girl-problems:

I’m Jessica, I’m 21. My mom is white and Cherokee, and my dad is black. Growing up my sisters and I were called it all- oreos, zebras, mutts, the whole nine. When I took tests at the end of the year, I never knew what race to bubble (you could only bubble in one). 

My hair was too nappy to be white, but too tame to be considered black. I was dark enough to get stares while I was in the grocery store with my grandma, but light enough to get mean glares when I was with my dad- who was one of “those brothas.”  I get the same questions and comments all of the time:

"Is your mom white, or is your dad?" "Why does your mom only like black guys?" "Which race do you identify with more?" "You are acting too white right now!" "You are acting too BLACK right now." "Mixed girls can’t be pale!" "Have you ever had a weave??" 

Blah blah blah. Just stop. For a long time, I had a major complex growing up. I didn’t know how “white” or “black” I should act. I didn’t know who to be friends with. Now, I embrace it. I let my white friends get jealous of my year-round tan, and my black ones get jealous of my “white girl hair” (which is simply not the case!). I got so giddy in the seventh grade when they FINALLY had a bubble for multi-racial people. But I am not defined by the color of my skin or a little circle on a piece of paper. 

No matter what race you are, know that you were created by the grace of God. And he made you just the way he wanted. I guess God wanted me to be a zebra, and I am perfectly okay with that. Love you for you and everyone else will surely do the same. 

I seriously thank my mom all of the time for being different and going outside the norm. She loves me and my nappy hair and yellow skin. And that’s good enough for me. :) 

I feel these words as if their meaning were weight being lifted from me, knowing that you will read them and share my burden, as I have come to trust no other.

sadierex:

Poor tacos :( #TacoCasa (Taken with Instagram)

Gotta love lonely tacos.

sadierex:

Poor tacos :( #TacoCasa (Taken with Instagram)

Gotta love lonely tacos.

Undecided Major Students: When someone asks if you’ve picked a major yet…

active-sleeper:

Tell them you’re thinking of majoring in Business.

Then, after they look at you and say something like, “Really?/Oh yeah?/Business?”

Say, “Yeah. NUNYA BUSINESS.”

todayinhistory:

July 2nd 1937: Amelia Earhart disappears

On this day in 1937, the famed aviator Amelia Earhart and her navigator Fred Noonan were last heard from before they disappeared. They made contact whilst flying over the Pacific Ocean in an attempt to make the first equatorial round-the-world flight. Soon after they went missing, a massive search operation was launched but to no avail. Her fate remains unknown to this day

75 years ago today

beast-extra:

The Piano (1993)