"People want the rugged authenticity of being different without actually being punished for it — and I understand why they do it. I recognize the insecurity. Just a decade ago, my peers were flinging words like “terrorist” and “faggot” to me in the halls of our high school. Now I’m “trendy” and “fierce.” Either assessment rings lonely and desperate. How they are tremendously afraid of being insignificant. How the fantasy of race that they have projected on my body makes me have some mystic power they are jealous of. They are afraid of boring. They are afraid of being nothing. They are in a constant state of falling — grasping for all of the bindis, beards, dashikis, gauges that they hold on to to feel relevant. And what hurts the most is that when they do it, it magically becomes beautiful. It becomes a beard worth $8,500 and not a beard worth five bullets. When the white body wears our scars, they finally become beautiful."To Body Mod Away From Brownness and Back (via arabellesicardi)
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What I wake up too every morning
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fartgallery:

4/20? You mean 1/5 reduce your fractions did you even learn math

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belle-addams:

furything:

can you believe that there are legal nipples and illegal nipples

That’s it, that’s actually it.

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snowboardkids:

*drunk in love plays