Nicki Minaj is the best.
I like how this barely has any reblogs/likes, but let it be her yelling at someone or defending her self against some snide remark from another celebrity or her going on a rant and it would have 10x the amount of reblogs with nothing but hate in the comments section.
i hate that so many women think that other women are crazy bitches and somehow trust the boyfriends and friends who call women crazy bitches. they don’t realize that, in all honesty, they’re probably some guy’s “crazy bitch” too and will end up his “crazy bitch” if they offend his delicate sensibilities
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
People from middle and upper middle class can say these things and get away. People who don’t know what starting capital is can say these things. People who literally don’t know what its like to have nothing or to live in poverty can say these things.
You can’t follow your dreams without some start up cash from somewhere. And most people don’t have that. Like if money was no object and people could just ~live their dreams~ then why are there children starving in 1st world nations
It’s the social economic version of “just stop being depressed”
Actually reblogging again to add commentary:
"All you need is a house and food and a laptop".
And internet for the laptop. And electricity. And plumbing. And heat. And possibly has for your car. Oh and tabs and emissions if you have a car. Travel if you live away from family/friends or have a job that requires it but doesn’t pay for it.
And, hm, what else?
Medications. Doctor appointments. Replacement for things like canes and wheelchairs if they break and your insurance doesn’t cover it (oh, and if you’re self employed, you have to pay for insurance, too).
Not only is this super classist, it’s ableist as fuck.
I was about to lose it on this image but the commentary is already here. Bless all of you for taking down this awful, arrogrant, classist message.
I’m so glad someone brought up starting capital. Who the fuck just has the money to OPEN A YARN SHOP? (Which, by the way, would probably tank and drive you into serious debt.) There are people who cannot afford the down payment on a studio apartment! Where do they get that money? How? How do you have a job when you have nowhere consistent to sleep and shower and change? WHERE DO THEY GET THE MONEY FOR A HOME OR WORK CLOTHES?! There are people who don’t have the money to move out of rural towns with horrible economies, and they are trapped. There are people like me who have serious medical conditions (heart conditions, epilepsy, etc) and must continue to work to survive, and medical expenses are AWFUL whether you’re insured or not (and the ACA barely manages to create minimal coverage for people here in the US). Basically, because I have epilepsy and wanted a college education and have no money from family, “following my dreams” of becoming an illustrator and writer would be A FUCKING DEATH WISH.
I think a reasonable aim is to find a decent job and nurture an attitude where you’re able to accept (maybe even enjoy) it, and then seriously spend the rest of your time—your free time—nurturing what you love (art, reading, volunteering at pet societies, etc).
What you need for comfort is expensive, but I do also think cultivating a tolerance for living minimally is a must to live happy. This is true of any person, rich or poor, especially if you care about the environment. But I’m not going to fucking TALK DOWN to someone like “~~just get a laptop and follow your dreams~~” is a fucking REASONABLE THING TO SAY?
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH LAPTOPS COST???? (I CAN’T AFFORD ONE AGAIN. I’M FUCKING LUCKY AS HELL I HAD ENOUGH EXTRA STUDENT AID ONE SEMESTER TO BUY THIS ONE.)
The name “Half and Halves” is derived from the same term used to describe Punjabi-Mexican individuals, typically offspring of Punjabi fathers and Mexican mothers. In the early 1900s, several hundred Punjabis immigrated as farmers to central California and came in contact with the communities of Mexican laborers. In addition to the commonality of family values, spicy-hot food, and zesty song and dance, what drew these communities together was that they were uniformly discriminated against by white society. Legislature forbidding Punjabi men from bringing wives from India and anti-miscegenation laws, which prohibited whites from marrying brown or black people, seeded familial liaisons between Punjabis and Mexicans. Not understanding what race these individuals belonged to, county clerks would simply write “brown” on marriage certificates for Punjabis and Mexicans, and thus began the integration of these two communites.
this is mesmerizing.
non equine blogs have reblogged this? Because that’s really cool because horses and stuff.
Alright this is absolutely fantastic
But can we talk about how either 51,231 people have seen someone die or a bunch of people just reblogged a loop gif of a hurdle
Hello I am from tumblr and I understood that reference that you have just made
im so confused and i demand to be informed
I don’t see how a gif of the forest is helping anyone.
Do not fucking start!
Are you blind? It’s a gif of Harry and Luna. Not my favourite ship but hey, to each their own.
'Selfie' by Ben Naz
I never understood why cops ask questions like:
"Do you know why I’m standing here?"
"Do you know why I stopped you?"
"Do you know why I’m here?"
Like, figure out your spatial, existential issues elsewhere, bruh.
Pssst spoilers for real life: It’s because they’re trying to get you to self-incriminate. Always respond to such questions by reflecting the question respectfully.
"Do you know why I stopped you?"
"Why did you stop me, Officer?"
A kind, sensitive boy who knows how to cry can treat a woman as subhuman just like a callous asshole.
Will Smith recognized the cameraman!
tbh every time i read that ‘i found god in myself and i loved her fiercely” quote i tear up i really think i want that tattooed on me somewhere.