[ID: a screenshot of a comic speech bubble. The black text in it reads "No matter how open-minded, socially conscious, anti-racist I think I am, I still have old learned hidden biases that I need to examine. It is my responsibility to check myself daily for my stereotypes, prejudices and, ultimately, discrimination." /ID end]

antiracism is a constant process. i was raised in a racist village and it's not easy to get rid of it. i moved away over 10 years ago but those ideas are still haunting me.

True of all prejudice. We can't get rid of them entirely, the assumptions that prejudices are built on are part of our brains threat-assessment system.

What we can do is self-reflect, make ourselves aware of our biases and prejudices, including racism, and correct our thinking in the moment, so we don't act with discrimination.

It's not easy, and it needs to be done every day, all the time. Do it anyway.

sam wilson deserves better

ahhhh finally the weekend is beautiful and wide open ahead of me. surely this will be the weekend I finally get my whole life in order and do the twenty-seven things I've been putting off and fix my sleep schedule and make memories with friends and discover my purpose in this world. surely

okay so I'm having a debate with my flatmates

are these all different things and if so what do you call them

#i mean the boring answer is that many people go to college here and experience the epic highs and lows of being late teens early 20s. #the less boring answer is it's the molasses curse ( @burins)

Official Post of Massachusetts

It is not enough to get into a comfy sleeping position- one must go through several and spin like a rotisserie chicken to arrive at the position you started with.

every shitty book now is called something like a court of shit and fuck or something equally stupid. books used to be called frindle and we liked it. we liked it

you got a fast car i want a ticket to anywhere maybe we make a deal maybe together we can get somewhere any place is better starting from zero got nothing to lose maybe we'll make something me myself i got nothing to prove you got a fast car i got a plan to get us outta here i been working at the convenience store managed to save just a little bit of money won't have to drive too far just 'cross the border and into the city you & i can both get job & finally see what it means to be living see my old man's got a problem he live with the bottle that's the way it is he says his body's too old for working his body's too young to look like his my mama went off & left him she wanted more from life than he could give i said somebody's got to take care of him so i quit school & that's what i did you got a fast car is it fast enough so we can fly away? we gotta make a decision leave tonight or live & die this way so i remember when we were driving, driving in your car speed so fast it felt like i was drunk city lights lay out before us & your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder & i i had a feeling that i belonged i i had a feeling i could be someone be someone be someone you got a fast car we go cruising, entertain ourselves you still ain't got a job & i work in the market as a checkout girl i know things will get better you'll find work and i'll get promoted we'll move out of the shelter buy a bigger house & live in the suburbs so i remember when we were driving, driving in your car speed so fast it felt like i was drunk city lights lay out before us & your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder & i i had a feeling that i belonged i i had a feeling i could be someone be someone be someone you got a fast car i got a job that pays all our bills you stay out drinking late at the bar see more of your friends than you do of your kids i'd always hoped for better thought maybe together you & me'd find it i got no plans, i ain't going nowhere take your fast car & keep on driving so i remember when we were driving, driving in your car speed so fast it felt like i was drunk city lights lay out before us & your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder & i i had a feeling that I belonged i i had a feeling I could be someone be someone be someone you got a fast car is it fast enough so you can fly away? you gotta make a decision leave tonight or live and die this way

fat character who becomes a vampire and loses a ton of weight and blood can not sate their hunger but they can't eat anything they used to like anymore. everyone views it as a positive healthy positive development but they're starving and dying slowly but never truly dying, a living corpse. this is a metaphor for something

People finally think they’re attractive and cool and funny but they’re dead. People finally treat them well but they’re dead. Do you see the vision

Transforms into a shell of my former self and finally gains the respectability society never bestowed upon me before

PARKS AND RECREATION (2009-2015) 2x21 - 93 meetings

you can only reblog this today

sunrise on the reaping is just this onion headline over and over again:

[guy with the Cant Focus Disorder] why the fuck can't I focus

i just need to focus