rainbowsunicornsandbutterflies:
At least there’s tumblr to rant about it…
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Take a hammer to it.
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More people should live by this.
“Ma’am, there’s only one God, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”
- Captain America
That line is so American, it almost physically hurt me.
Captain America was such a sassy old man, and I loved every minute of it!
His shirt^^^
“They gave me a medal for killing two men, and a discharge for loving one”
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Found an ep of ‘Opposite Sex” med Dansk subtitles!!
Just being able to recognize a few words here and there makes me so proud! Which is quite pathetic, I really need to be fluent in a second language… as of two years ago when I completed about 12+ years of Spanish… But still, I’ll revel in recognizing ‘drenge’ og ‘piger’ og ‘Jeg’ og ‘hvad’ og ‘ikke’ og ‘tre’ og ‘fedt’ og ‘har’ og ‘skal’ og ‘nogen’ og ‘din’ og ‘nej’ og ‘hej’ og ‘virkelig’ og ‘fest’ … Jeg synes Jeg er kaeden sprugnet helt af… I need to stop taking pride in this…
Opposite Sex…
Is giving me major high school flashbacks, I forgot how much of a weird sorority house environment my all girl school experience was. Testosterone beware…
Finals week in a nut shell… but now it’s summer and I’m free to do all kinds of bad without it affecting my grades/life/future/career… time to get spliffed on the college green!
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We heart Suheir Hammad and this poem #fiercemuslimah Not Your Erotic, Not Your Exotic #outburst
Don’t wanna be you’re exotic like some dark, fragile colorful bird, imprisoned, caged in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings
Don’t wanna be your exotic
Women everywhere
Look
Just
Like
Me
Some taller, darker, nicer then me but like me just the same.
Women everywhere carry my nose on their faces, my name on their sprits
Don’t seduce yourself with my otherness!
My hair wasn’t put on top my head to incite you into some mysterious black voodoo, the beat of my lashes against each other aint some dark desert beat,
It’s just a blink,
Get over it!
Don’t build around me your fetish, fantasy, your lustful profanities to cage me in, clip my wings.
Don’t wanna be your exotic
your loving of my beauty ain’t more than
funky fornication plain pink perversion
in fact nasty necrophilia
cause my beauty is dead to you
I am dead to you.
Not your
harem girl geisha doll banana picker
pom pom girl pum pum shorts coffee maker
town whore belly dancer private dancer
la malinche venus hottentot laundry girl
your immaculate vessel emasculating princess
don’t wanna be
Not your erotic
Not you’re exoticSuheir Hammad is a Palestinian-American poet, author and political activist who was born on October 1973 in Amman, Jordan to Palestinian refugee parents and immigrated with her family to Brooklyn, New York City when she was five years old. Her parents later moved to Staten Island.
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Shame there’s only two seats. I wanna go do science with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner too!
What I don’t understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise. So if I can’t be trusted to figure out what is best for myself and then do it, it becomes obvious that God’s command is necessary. But I need something more! For if I know the law but still can’t keep it, and if the power of sin within me keeps sabotaging my best intentions, I obviously need help! I realize that I don’t have what it takes. I can will it, but I can’t do it. I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don’t result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time. It happens so regularly that it’s predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God’s commands, but it’s pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge. I’ve tried everything and nothing helps. I’m at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn’t that the real question?
The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different. The Solution Is Life on God’s Terms.
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