Avoiding my responsibilities so hard right now

Lakshimi #Goddess Look, #MaxiDress and petticoat skirt make a #Floorlength Match: https://www.fanplusfriend.com/lakshmi-ancient-indian-goddess-style-gothic-hime-cuffs-maxi-dress-bride-deluxe-wedding-op-2colors/

Sometimes we all just need a good ear massage 💆‍♀️  

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Twisting Vines and Leafy Botanics Carved into Crusty Breads by Blondie + Rye

never thought I’d want someone’s toilet so badly

Darkly elegant mermaid photoshoot by 宇宙小航. The model is wearing traditional Chinese hanfu. (Source) 

Coworker: You look very pensive. Getting into character? Me: I just put this dress on and our party starts in like 5 minutes and now I REALLY have to pee. Coworker: I’ll just leave you to your thoughts then.

Am I the only that thinks Bucky is going to be the more lighthearted one of the two in the Falcon and Winter Soldier series, cause bro:

Sam looks so annoyed in every scene with Bucky. In this gif, he’s stressed, the “I left my oven on and I’m pretty sure that’s my building burning in the distance” kind of stressed and BUCKY LOOKS LIKE AN ACQUAINTANCE HAPPILY JOGGING ALONG AS UNWELCOME MORAL SUPPORT AND IT SEEMS TO BE CONSISTENT WITH THEM. Even when they’re fighting Peter, Bucky doesn’t grow more frustrated he’s kind of just like, “Damn,” and Sam is like, “mOTHERFUC-”

These situations are among the worst Sam has ever been in.

Bucky? Shit, any day Nazis are not electrocuting him is a fucking great day.

also, i assume that bucky isnt actually supersoldier running. because he is keeping pace with his new friend sam

sam: oh god gonna save the world oh fuck

bucky: out for a pleasant jog, might shoot some bad guys, who knows

Sam: How the fuck aren’t you stressed right now

Bucky: You have no idea how low my bar is for a good day

I only do commissions when it’s for nice old ladies with wicked fashion senses. Can I keep these please?

Red-headed men who work at a bakery are technically Ginger Bread Men

Okay, but it's not just about getting paid to prance around in a princess costume

Let me tell you a story.  Once at a party, I had all the little girls sitting around me and I was asking them about their favorite parts of all the princess movies.  The birthday girl was sitting next to me, and tells me, “Princess, your skin is the same color as mine.”  I smile and agree, and try to move the game along, but she interrupts and says, “Your skin is brown and you’re a princess.  It’s the same color as mine, but you’re a princess.”

“Well, if my skin is brown and your skin is brown, and I’m a princess, then you must be a princess too.” I tell her.  And then I spent the next 10 minutes assuring all the black girls at the party that yes, they have lovely skin and yes, they can be princesses with me.

This happens at most of the parties I go to.  I have had my arm stroked, my hair patted, my skin color commented on more times than I can remember. I am not simply hired out to entertain a bunch of cute little girls dressed in poofy skirts who want to play with a big girl in a poofier skirt.  I am hired out because I am an affirmation. For these little black girls (and boys!  I’ve dazzled a few of them too) Princess Tiana is proof that for once, they can be special BECAUSE of the color of their skin, not IN SPITE OF.

Adding some of her pictures for emphasis.

Hey can I update my pics? Cos this costume is literally like 8 years old

CNN Live coverage when Trump was  walking towards the church

Watch and Pass on!!! 😂😂💀💩

Now this is a hamless prank.

OMFg IM KATHY

I can’t breathe

I literally can’t with this

the new york times, may 24, 2020

Okay. I mention my philosophy professor and the lesson I learned in one of his Ethics lectures a lot, but the world keeps giving it meaning, so….

He asked us one hot summer day how to measure an evil. How do you measure the Holocaust? the genocide of the Native Americans? American slavery? a massacre? We, a bunch of kids whose brains hadn’t finished growing in yet, were mildly stumped. It wasn’t the number of the dead, we were told. Instead, we were told to imagine the following:

You’re standing on a street corner. There is a line of people in front of you. One by one, they introduce themselves to you. One by one, you learn names and what they did, maybe a hobby, maybe how many siblings or kids or nephews they had. One by one, you heard about talents or hobbies, what they did on their last holiday. One by one, you meet those who were lost.

This is how you measure an evil, my professor taught us. You measure not the number, but the individuals lost. Not just the names, but who they were, their connections to others. What is lost is an irreplaceable human being. The evil is measured not in the number, but in the who was lost. All of those whos matter. Every life listed above and listed on other pages mattered. Losing them hurts all of us. We lost nearly 100,000 irreplaceable human beings. This did not have to happen. That is the measure of the evil of “it’ll all just go away”.

May their memories be a blessing to those who knew them and mourn them. May they Rest In Peace. May we never forget they were living, breathing human beings whose lives were important and mattered. May we never allow negligence, nepotism, greed, racism, ageism, ableism, and incompetence to do this to us again.

It’s going to get worse before it gets better.

Reblogging again for ultra-relevant commentary.