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I'm Gina. I'm 19, and I live in New Jersey. I like reading, animals, feminism, astronomy, the color green, music of varying genres, human rights, the Simpsons, learning, and riding horses.
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Jan 30
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gods-save-anonymous:

reclusiveessence:

oppressionisyucky:

stfuandlistenwhitepeople:

buttart:

sprackraptor:

gaypocalypse:

First gif set.

From The Angry Eye. Relevant transcript.

I’m looking forward to more photosets. This is important stuff.

“I’m sorry there’s racism” is the most vile, pathetic half-assed apology

Love it.

I was talking about racism on the phone with my mother the other day and the whole “I will not apologize because it’s not always about race always” is a fall back I hear so so much. Like, you can show people a zillion race centered statistics and they will say a million things to try to squirm away from facts. My mom’s final argument was basically that she doesn’t believe social science research methods are legitimate.

She is walking out of that room still full of white privileged. Disgusting. I hate that blanket statement because it is just a point of derailment of a white person own part in racism—active or inactive—and pushing the problem of racism back on the oppressed. There is so many forms of racism, why can you not be sorry about your part of continuing racism? That is some white privileged there!

I wish Jane Elliot would adopt me.

(via youcantairbrushpersonality)

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rykogaska:

littlewhitenoise:


These are the acoustic waves of a couple saying “I do.” I’m pretty sure the linguist in me just died from the awesomeness of this.

My god someone give this couple a medal for winning life

Ugh. So good.

rykogaska:

littlewhitenoise:

These are the acoustic waves of a couple saying “I do.” I’m pretty sure the linguist in me just died from the awesomeness of this.

My god someone give this couple a medal for winning life

Ugh. So good.

(Source: bonjourjemapellejed, via cupcakegethin)

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thereisafish:

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

- Aaron Freeman

(Source: NPR, via cupcakegethin)

Jan 29
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Jan 28
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unassumingpumpkin:

cosmicremix:

notactuallyalesbian:

vastderp:

dapatches:

A-fucking-men. Seriously, this whole battle between the sizes is ridiculous. We women should be standing up and supporting each other instead of trying to tear each other apart. 

Whenever I see groups cut into pieces by bullshit infighting over minutia or divisive black-and-white thinking like “which is more beautiful”, all I get from it is “Oh, I’m so glad I’m an Alpha! It must be so terribly dull to be a Beta or a Delta!”
Because holy shit sizefighters, you’re still seeing yourself through the eyes of the people who built the goddamn prison you claim to want to break out of.
What a waste of valuable energy. What a brilliant way to ensure the inmates don’t ever actually accomplish anything.
Get your variously padded asses in gear and let’s jump the jailers instead of each other.

I usually try not to reblog things like this (Try to keep my tumbls kinda easygoing, etc) but i’ve been seeing so much of the ‘skinny girls are ugly, REAL women are curvy’ bullshit everywhere that I feel this is exactly the kind of response that needs to be shared.
Dear Everyone,
Your intentions are good, I can tell, but bringing down one type of person just to boost up another is kinda awful. You are still disciminating against a body type. As long as they are healthy, they’re fine.
Love,
Abby

I have been thinking this all day. Thankfully, someone else already put it into better words than I could have. [:

Reblogging for both the fabulous message and also ‘variously padded asses’.

unassumingpumpkin:

cosmicremix:

notactuallyalesbian:

vastderp:

dapatches:

A-fucking-men. Seriously, this whole battle between the sizes is ridiculous. We women should be standing up and supporting each other instead of trying to tear each other apart. 

Whenever I see groups cut into pieces by bullshit infighting over minutia or divisive black-and-white thinking like “which is more beautiful”, all I get from it is “Oh, I’m so glad I’m an Alpha! It must be so terribly dull to be a Beta or a Delta!”

Because holy shit sizefighters, you’re still seeing yourself through the eyes of the people who built the goddamn prison you claim to want to break out of.

What a waste of valuable energy. What a brilliant way to ensure the inmates don’t ever actually accomplish anything.

Get your variously padded asses in gear and let’s jump the jailers instead of each other.

I usually try not to reblog things like this (Try to keep my tumbls kinda easygoing, etc) but i’ve been seeing so much of the ‘skinny girls are ugly, REAL women are curvy’ bullshit everywhere that I feel this is exactly the kind of response that needs to be shared.

Dear Everyone,

Your intentions are good, I can tell, but bringing down one type of person just to boost up another is kinda awful. You are still disciminating against a body type. As long as they are healthy, they’re fine.

Love,

Abby

I have been thinking this all day. Thankfully, someone else already put it into better words than I could have. [:

Reblogging for both the fabulous message and also ‘variously padded asses’.

(Source: masayume85, via silentlydrawn)