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Was doing grocery shopping today, and while i was in the store i was listening to some music when a lady from the store came to me.
She said that people where complaining about my music and that it was too loud, and that i should turn my terrible rock music off.
I looked her in the eyes while i gave one earbud to her and told her to listen to it.
She did it and i saw how her expression went from boss to completly defeated, she walked away angry not saying anything.
Conclusion of this story: people were not complaining about my music but about my existense becouse i wasβnt listening to rock.
I was listening to winter from bach.
when she says she doesnβt send nudes
*tony* kid, what the hell happened over there?
*peter* i dont know, i sang baby shark for two hours and they let me go
kidnapper: i know you're scared. this'll all be over soon, and we'll let you go unharmed ...if you give us what we want
peter: oh, no, please. keep me. i've got school and i'm really just not feeling it today, you know?
kidnapper: give us information on tony stark, we know you work for him
peter: okay, first of all, i'd say i more work with him? second of all, i don't know, man. he likes blueberries-
peter: i just think it's a little rude that you're holding me captive and not even being professional about it. you kidnapped iron man's intern, seriously. where's the passion? it's honestly depressing in here. oh my god, is that what's driving you? because i know a good therapist. i mean, i haven't seen them for myself yet, but mr. stark recommends them and he usually has good ideas-
kidnapper: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEBODY SHUT HIM UP
I was nicely laying in my bed when i felt something tickeling my arm. So i thought: hey what is this weird feeling lets check it out. So i took my phone and turned my flashlight on. Turned out there was a FUCKING BEAST IN MY BED, WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO GET IN MY BED!!!! THIS IS ILLEGAL SAMANTHA!!!! THIS IS RAPE.
Having mental illness or mental disabilities culture is knowing exactly what you need to cope but not being able to tell others becouse you know you won't get that support.
And now i know what kind of three i am and that people actualy think i enjoy being alive π
My family: *calls me lazy for not doing anything all day*
Me who has been putting all energy in not Kermitting the self deletus:
Enjoy the thomas the train i drew in the middle of the night while being stoned as fuck.