A Sweet Symphony
My Name Is Samira.,18 years. I Dream To Someday Take The World By Storm.
fxcking4fructose:

trustyoursenses:

midgardmarxist:

darvinasafo:

When they say Africa is poor…

Africa’s wealth is getting stolen by the West.

^

The small percentage that has the control in Africa are allowing its wealth to be stolen, yet they can’t provide for their own

fxcking4fructose:

trustyoursenses:

midgardmarxist:

darvinasafo:

When they say Africa is poor…

Africa’s wealth is getting stolen by the West.

^

The small percentage that has the control in Africa are allowing its wealth to be stolen, yet they can’t provide for their own

Stand with Jada

theskyyends:

I don’t tell this story often, but I’ll tell it because it’s important to erase the stigma of being a victim of any kind of sexual attack and if a 16 year old girl can tell her horrifying and just flat out fucking wrong assed story to the news media, I can do it here, in honor of Jada, a 16 year old girl who shouldn’t have to be telling this story in the first place.

I was 16 when it happened to me, too, Jada. I’m 35 now.

I was at a party too, with friends, I knew. I drank a little bit, which by the way isn’t an invitation, as you know to have someone attack you. There weren’t any “adults” around and I stayed up really late talking to a guy who had been ohhhhh so sympathetic about my recent break-up. We were sitting in the kitchen floor of the house the party was at and when I got tired I bid him good night, after all he had a girlfriend who was my friend and went into the bedroom at the house I was supposed to sleep in.

I forgot to lock the door.

You wouldn’t think that you’d need to lock the door in your own friend’s house that you were having a kickback or  chill our or a sleepover in. You wouldn’t think that a girl in her P.E. shorts left over from junior high and a Hello Kitty t-shirt was “asking for anything” and that I wouldn’t have to think to lock the door.

I forgot to lock the door.

I had the dog in the room, a doberman.

When I was half asleep, I heard the door open and I assumed it was my friend coming to get the dog to let her out. I didn’t even think…

Damnit, why didn’t I lock the door?

He held me down by my throat.

Why didn’t I lock the door? Why am I still thinking about that door?

He told me no one would ever believe me, that they’d all think I was a slut and why would he ever do that because he had a girlfriend and he was good looking and everyone knew he got fucked when he wanted to.

Why didn’t I lock the door?

I was 16 too. I was all of 90 pounds soaking wet… I was.. I was

Why am I obsessing about what I was like? When in reality the thing I should obsess about is why in the fuck this asshole thought he had the right to touch me in the first place, that he could just walk into a room and have my body, threaten me with physical violence, and basically tell me I was worthless? Why am I more obsessed with a door than the fact that like you, Jada, my attacker harassed me afterwards for weeks and weeks. I’m old so it happened over the phone back then, relentless phone calls, prank calls, like they actually called my house (he and his friends) and told my step father I was a slut and a whore over the phone. 

Why didn’t I lock the door?

But darling Jada, you’re braver than I was because I never told my parents what happened to me. It took me a few years to tell anyone wat happened to me. You’re smarter than I am by leaps and bounds by standing up for yourself and not sitting around thinking about the damn door or what you were wearing or anything else that rape culture tells us we should think about. You are smarter and stronger than I was because keeping quiet let that fucker get his hands on other girls and for that I’m sorry, because I couldn’t be as brave as you to save other girls from harm.

I stand with you Jada. I am a survivor of rape (not a victim, none of us are victims, we brush ourselves off and keep on living, just like you, but you’re living loud, be proud of that.)

You’re old enough now, to hear this:

Fuck what anyone says to you about this. Just fuck them. They aren’t worth a second of your time. You are worth a million diamond rings and all the stars in the sky. You are amazing. You are strong and you’re a goddamned warrior princess if I ever saw one. You are fearless even. You deserve your justice and I’ll keep on yelling over here until you get it. Don’t ever let anyone break your spirit because darling Jada, you have a strong one.

You don’t know me at all, but I love you.

-TheSkyyEnds

fxcking4fructose:

missdontcare-x:

The cast of OITNB for People magazine.
"I’ve worked in bigger casts, but it’s always mostly men like on That ’70s show. So actually, working around all of these women, I was a little nervous. But seriously, they’re all so wonderful. There’s not one girl who’s like a diva.” - Laura Prepon

Is the blonde lady the Jesus nutter?!

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blackgirlwhiteboylove:

Merica
theniftyfifties:

Model wearing an evening gown by Christian Dior ,1951.

theniftyfifties:

Model wearing an evening gown by Christian Dior ,1951.

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hotwinger:

sourbud1993:

megustamemes:

Bank teller laughing at robber.

She like wtf this nigga gon do wit that lmao

"Hey, mom… yeah, I need you to pick me up… Huh?.. Oh. No, it didn’t go so well…. Yeah, they’re laughing at me again…. yes mom i’m fine, look, can you just come get me?"

hotwinger:

sourbud1993:

megustamemes:

Bank teller laughing at robber.

She like wtf this nigga gon do wit that lmao

"Hey, mom… yeah, I need you to pick me up… Huh?.. Oh. No, it didn’t go so well…. Yeah, they’re laughing at me again…. yes mom i’m fine, look, can you just come get me?"

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