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millaciccone:

#Madonna. Who’s That Girl. 1987

illkim:

Making you a mixtape

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dreams-of-japan:

sushi by Tanja_b_l on Flickr.
I don’t expect gay people to prove to me, a straight person, that there’s actually homophobia. I don’t expect poor people to prove to me, a Harvard grad, that hunger and poverty are widespread problems. And if someone asked me, as an Asian person, to “prove” to them that racism exists, I would laugh all the way back to Chinatown. Marginalized groups are not responsible for explaining their marginalization to you. If you are actually concerned, you would take the initiative to do some research yourself instead of showing up at some oppressed group’s door step demanding a list of citations for things (racism, sexism, etc.) that are proven time and time again in the real world. -

WORD  (via 5ft1)

I’m not above answering questions, but I feel this way SPECIFICALLY about people who are asking questions with the core intent of disproving my experiences with bigotry.

(via sonofbaldwin)

God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.

God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.

- Clementine von Radics, “Want” (via speciousstuff)
thecalmb4dawn:

pakizah:
(by wayupnorthtonowhere)
treasurewisesilliness:

This is Japan in a nutshell.  Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual.  This, this is the beauty of the country.  I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets.  In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.
It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.
Worry about your character, not your reputation. Your character is who you are. Your reputation is who people think you are - (via black-culture)
sevenredumbrellas:

betype:

The Coke Ad That Could Destroy All Other Products, Especially Coke.
Image created by unknown persons and inspired by a quote from Banksy, which was inspired by Sean Tejaratchi’s 1999 essay, “Death, Phones, Scissors.” 

This reminds me of a dystopian novel called, Ads R Us by Claire Carmichael.