I needed a place to empty my thoughts.
Show case my art, And express my life.
Im done being the "best kept secret."
Adventurer, Artist, whovian, stocking lover, "wife". <3
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Today at work there was this little 9 year old girl who had a lot of stomach. Her grandma (and her) were in the next isle looking at mens clothes, while the little girls is eying the colorful clothing in the little girls department, you could tell she wanted to look.
"You want to look over there? I’m sorry honey but I’m not sure any of that will fit." She said in the politest, delicatest way possible.
They went to look anyways. They started in the last-chance-clearance section, but the little girl was flustered cause most of the clothes she wanted were mediums (even though the racks were separated she gravitated to that rack), and they were sold out in x-large (which seemed to be the most popular size). They did find a few items in XL (the largest size), but grandma was right, non of them fit in her stomach area.
You could see how upset she was, too big for the colorful kids clothes, yet the rest of her frame didn’t look ready to fit Junior Girls (teen) clothes, nor did she sound interested at the the idea. And I just felt bad for her.
If you’re unemployed, it’s not because there isn’t any work.
Just look around: A housing shortage, crime, pollution; we need better schools and parks. Whatever our needs, they all require work. And as long as we have unsatisfied needs, there’s work to be done.
So ask yourself, what kind of world has work but no jobs? It’s a world where work is not related to satisfying our needs, a world where work is only related to satisfying the profit needs of business.
This country was not built by the huge corporations or government bureaucracies. It was built by people who work. And, it is working people who should control the work to be done. Yet, as long as employment is tied to somebody else’s profits, the work won’t get done.
Was expecting classist bullshit, got the exact opposite
This is so ubelievably important and I hate that I have to keep re-explaining it to people.
- A: Age.
- B: Where I'm from.
- C: Where I would like to live.
- D: Favourite food.
- E: Religion.
- F: Sexual orientation.
- G: Single/taken.
- H: Favourite book.
- I: Eye colour.
- J: Favourite movie.
- K: Favourite TV show.
- L: Favourite band/singer.
- M: Random fact about me.
- N: Favorite day of the year.
- O: Favourite colour.
- P: If I have any pets; if so, their names.
- Q: What I'm listening to right now.
- R: Last movie I've watched.
- S: What's my ringtone.
- T: Favourite male character from a TV show.
- U: Favourite female character from a TV show.
- V: What my name means.
- W: Favourite superhero.
- X: Celebrity crush.
- Y: My birthday.
- Z: Ever self-harmed?
I would actually dissolve
nah she’s just taking advantage of the cameras cos she knows she looks good
Girl: Oh hi!
Karlie: Fuck another camera.
Girl: Thanks! OMG, I am hot.
Karlie: hah, look at that girl…
Girl: That was incredible.
Karlie: Wow. Just wow. .
A little out of season, but I wanted to wear them yesterday. So I did to the mall and the store. I got stared at, a lot. But I felt pretty anyway.
I took this back in late August, it’s probably one of my favorites. I just felt so healthy (the word ‘skinny’ does not belong here) with my body. I could jog on the treadmil for 50 minutes straight carrying 5 pound weights, something I could of never done at any point in my life two years previous. I had so much stamina, and so much self confidence because of my health. That confidence exploded and I felt so content.
what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?
J = Next Post
K = Previous Post
L = Like
N = View Notes
Space = Show Photo
Shift + R = Reblog
Shift + E = Add to Queue
Z + Tab = Switch Blogs
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.
I just reblogged this with the command, shit