Cookie Monster asks the important questions. (x)
i dont know what’s funnier, the fact this is a thing that happened or that sesame street as a vine account
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
Fox News headlines v. real headlines, part 2425183.
The brunette part is really important.
Fun fact, our hair color reveals our place in pansexual society. Blondes are our record keepers. The great librarians, they collect, analyze, store, and distribute information to the rest of us. They are blonde because they reflect the light of knowledge. Those with Black Hair are our inventors. They investigate, produce, and teach new technologies so that we may thrive in future times. Their hair is black because of their frequent dives into the void of the unknown. Burnettes are our ambassadors. They interact with people, plants, and animals, forging bonds that can protect us when we are threatened. Their hair is brown because of their deep connection to the earth.
And as for redheads.
You don’t want to know the purpose of the Red Heads. But may their hellfire consume our enemies.
dream home :)) so environmentally friendly! i love how it blends into the natural landscape! so green! buy organic imo
i actually had to google what i thought this was and i was right
I’m pretty sure that was the Teletubbies home
love it when privileged folks screech “HOW ABOUT WE JUST BE NICE TO EVERYONE???”
as if we haven’t tried “nice”
as if we haven’t spent our entire lives bowing our heads, stepping out of the way, biting our tongues
as if we haven’t laughed at jokes that bit at us like sharp edges bc we didn’t want anyone there to stop liking us, because we wanted to be agreeable and pleasant and fun and nice
as if we haven’t taken hundreds of blows with our lips pressed together because to speak up, to say “you’re hurting me, please stop,” wouldn’t be polite or reasonable
as if we haven’t fucking tried nice