this is the saddest fucking thing i have ever seen

fuck banksy


this is the saddest fucking thing i have ever seen

fuck banksy


@DarkMatterRage #TwitterPoetry: LOST IN (TRANS)LATION

I went home to my family of origin this past week and found every interaction seasoned with politics. I decided to write some short #TwitterPoetry to capture those every day moments of intimacy that often go unnoticed but mean so much for us as queers going home.

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I am so glad I pressed play

Where is this woman’s mix tape???


(Source: better-than-kanye-bitchh)

Danielle Brooks & Samira Wiley on Celebrity Girl Crushes

now I can’t even look at the camera" lmaaoo hell no! waay too freakin’ cute

(Source: frankydagostino)


this hedgehog is cheering for u bc u can do anything image


do you ever daydream of dressing boys in better clothes



the first female chinese immigrant to america was a sixteen-year-old girl who was part of a cultural exhibit where she sat in a life-size diorama and people watched her eat with chopsticks while wearing silk clothes and that’s really all you need to know about the commodification of chinese women

if you’d like to read more about the lives of early immigrated chinese women

(Source: watermillions)


Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m Linda Belcher from Bob’s Burgers while I pet Stark.


this fucking show, y’all

this fucking show, y’all

(Source: holybazookas)

Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

(via theijeoma)