this is why i am not a hipster blog

anonymous asked:

No offense, but both on here and your main blog, you're always so pro-black, anti-white. I'm wondering why? You're white yourself, right? Why hate your own skin color?

…Okay, my friend. I will give you leniency and say you’re a little ignorant on some matters concerning myself and my opinions, and want clarification. Let me start off by saying: I am not anti-white. I’m anti-white supremacy. I can just learn to take a joke concerning my skin colour. Ours are about white girls being hipsters or white dudes and their lack of respect for when people say “no”. 

People have literally been making derogatory jokes about black people for years. I can take it.

But, if you really want context, let me tell you a story.

Imagine two sisters. One with black skin, one with white skin, sharing the same white mother, growing up in a white family, in a predominantly white town. Imagine a large age-difference between them. Say half a decade. 

As sisters do, they bicker and they squabble. One claims the mother loves them more for being the first-born, the latter cries, and all goes to hell. The younger white sister, seeing little wrong, assumes her older sister is just a jerk who likes to pick on her. Because, hey, she was a kid. That’s how kids react.

But she thinks the world of her older sister, who has fire in her eyes and passion in her soul. Perhaps a little too angry and too violent, too quick to assume the world revolves around her or will point the revolver. Who will climb trees the highest to prove a point, who will mouth off at the slightest provocation. She’s cool. She’s independent. And most of all, the slightest inkling the little sister is being bullied, she will kick ass. Even when the little sister’s “father” buggered off, she was always the one there to defend the little sister.

She never notices why there is so much anger simmering under that beautiful older sister until years later.

But cracks start to emerge.

Family members assume little worsts about the older sister. The older sister spouts off “she gets away with it because she’s the perfect white girl”. The little sister is confused–she gets shouted at when she’s been bad! Why is her sister jealous? They both get punished!

More cracks show. Her beautiful sister leaves the house.

Years pass. Small slips in attitude.

The older sister “speaks well”. She has a “good attitude”. Because she was raised “in the right family”. 

People the little sister once adored now show attitudes that confuse and upset her. 

“Bloody immigrants”. “Go back to where they came from.” “They don’t belong here”. “The cities aren’t the same”. “It’s lost it’s culture”.

… 

She’s heard these things all her life, the older sister. The younger sister had the unlucky fortune of being raised blind.

… 

The reason I am so passionate is because I grew up as a textbook example of ignorant white priveledge

And my silence was violence for someone I cared about.

It’s not just violence in fists

But hatred spread through words.

And I am now in a position where I can voice my opposition.

Never again will I be ignorant.

Never again will I be complacent.

Never again will I be blinded.

Never again will I assume “I am one of the good ones”. The moment I do that, I excuse myself from learning more.

Tagged by the lovely @iamgrcct !  Thank you so much, love!


Rules: tag 20 people

Nickname: Leslie
Zodiac: Gemini
Height: 5′8″
Last thing I googled: how to stay awake without caffeine 
Favourite music artist: I have so manyyyy, but I always go back to Queen
Song stuck in my head: My classic rock ass went on a pop music binge yesterday, so She-Wolf by Shakira and Work by Rihanna
Last movie I saw: Only You (Baby!RDJ is so effing cute in this)
What am I wearing right now: A denim button down and underwear
Why did I choose my url: I think it’s pretty self explanatory 
Do i have any other blogs: my hipster aesthetic blog @frenchvcnilla
What did your last relationship teach you: Don’t date someone who makes you feel bad about yourself, even if they don’t mean to be hurtful
Religious or spiritual: neither really.  I’m a woman of science
Favourite colour: baby pink
Average hours of sleep: 7ish?  Depends on the night
Lucky number: 3
Favourite characters: Tony Stark, April Ludgate, Sherlock Holmes, Dean Winchester, Steve Rogers, Robin Scherbatsky, Natasha Romanoff, The 10th Doctor, Neal Caffery, I could go on
How many blankets do i sleep with: Exactly 2, always.
Dream job: Art collection manager, museum curator or entrepreneur/business owner


I don’t know even close to 20 people, so I tag my majestic sunflower @itstonystarkbitch @meanderfall and @thealextheshipper

“How do sunflowers grow?” When he was 4, he asked this question, since he himself was told that he looked like a sunflower.

“Sunlight and water, honey.”

“Just sunlight? Why not moonlight? That’s light!” He countered, his virgin curiosity fleeting the skies.

“They’re called sunflowers for a reason.”

The answer didn’t really satisfy him, so he decided he would find out for himself one day.
Another day, he stumbled across the moon.

And oh, how he thrived.

anonymous asked:

I'm so happy I'm not the only one who thinks your ego is the size of a whale. Your blog SCREAMS it! Xoxo Meggy? Can you get any tackier or self absorbed? The stupid, wanna be indie hipster song lyrics you just randomly pull off the Internet are a real nice contribution to your compilation of fakeness you got here. You act like you're some kind of original. Get real. And why is appearance so important to you? You wonder why people hate and judge, but your blog is so obviously vain and conceited.

Okay, here’s my question for you: why are you keeping up with my blog if you don’t like me? Obviously you’ve been following it for a while if you’ve seen my “indie hipster song lyrics” and have seen the question I answered about my ego being the size of a whale (which, I answered over a week ago).

I’m usually quite friendly but you’ve caught me at an off time so when are you going to get it through your thick skull that I don’t care in the least bit what you have to say? I’m not going to change just because you don’t like who I am. You don’t know me. And I never said I wondered why people hate and judge? I know why people like you do. A) You’re a jealous bitch (I rarely use language like that but I feel like you’re particularly deserving) or, B) because you’ve had a messed up life and don’t know how to communicate. While your words do not affect me (as I’ve gotten much, much worse hate than this and am very thick skinned), you should really keep your trap shut because not everyone takes things as lightly as I do. You could hurt someone with those nasty words.

and here, I made this extra large just for you (;

+ a journal | one:

Starting this blog with a post on what I am also starting this year: a journal. I’ve read somewhere that Emma Watson keeps a journal, and has hundreds of them already. That inspired me (or made me jealous), hence, why I’m starting one this year. Now that I think about it, I wish I had started early so I could look back on every detail of every day of a certain year.

am I the only one that has a fandom blog and wonders why nature and hipster blogs follow me? I always have so many questions. Are you in the fandom? Do you just find me funny? Did I post something nature or hipster and you’re too lazy to unfollow me? Why? I love you but I’m curious… 

I am bones and flesh. You are too. Yet why is it when our bodies are together, we’re melting? As if we were never solid. As if we were never made of skin. As if we belong to the sea…always floating and flowing. This is us. We are the entire ocean. We’re never meant to sink.
—  irishjulienne, we are the sea