hipster kids are so mainstream

Rachael. 21.

“The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.” ― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

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plumshark:

bury your hands in the dirt and scream at the moon every night for 4 hours

tattoome:

anspham

beenhealingshit:

bigdaddy3146:

Daddy versus daughter: Beatbox Battle Pt. 2

Okay yo I have NEVA heard ANYONE be SO DAMN vocal while beat boxing WHAT THE FUCK, yo she murdered you pops but you taught her well.

breadprincess:

maggiesox:

anthfan:

TOO SOON!!

I AM A LEAF ON THE WIND.

It will be fifty years from now and it will still be TOO SOON

roseonagrave:

when someones blogging is so on point that its all u can do to force urself not to reblog anything else of theirs bc otherwise ur blog would literally b their blog and then how would u maintain ur individualistic spirit

itsduonne:

searching-thesky-foranswers:

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

thecolourfreedom:

textuallyaroused:

I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity.

Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I’m only 5’2. Then I was probably even under 5’0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules:

• you must wear a mouth guard and gloves
• no hits below the belt

That’s pretty much it.

Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven—who has since passed, bless his soul—paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood.

Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation.

Anyway, Sensei yelled, “Start!” and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn’t even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. “I’ll give you a free one.” he joked, and he slapped his side. “You barely weigh 100 pounds and you’re a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.”

And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody’s business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they’re laughing so hard they look like they’re about to pee themselves. They think it’s a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers:

“Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?”

And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs.

And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, “Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”

I AM SCREAMING.

“Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”

This made my day. Fucking brutal 👌

theartofanimation:

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kuklarusskaya:

yayamartin:

thisclockworkheart:

sjwcansuckmydick:

thisclockworkheart:

Because why not? ;-) 

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I don’t think this counts as dancing.  Or even skipping really.  It’s more of an exagerated waddle

So. Let me tell you about the day I took this video. It was the 1 year anniversary of my open heart surgery. It’s about a year old, and I’d say it’s pretty safe to say I’ve improved since then. In case you don’t agree, let’s take a look at some more at my exaggerated waddling.

Waddle.

Waddle waddle.

*rolls across the floor*

Clearly I am immobilized by my own mass.

Oh wait… that’s not it, is it? It sort of seems like the opposite. Almost as though the ability to dance is based on strength, effort and passion and not on being skinny. Strange concept I know, let’s see if you can wrap your tiny little mind around it. 

not to mention she wasnt waddling at all.. That was clearly a jete, chasse, and assemble.. not waddling. ballet…

Yo. Professional ballerina speaking here.

Clearly she is performing a saute arabesque, chasse, step-step, assemble devant with arms in fifth. 

And as a teacher too, I can’t find much technically wrong with it at all. 

Which means not only is she a gifted dancer, she has a wonderful technical foundation that she is executing properly and with lovely mannerism.

Being a ballerina isn’t about how much you weigh. Give me this girl ANY day for a student or dancer to work with. Clearly she has the knowledge and the passion, which means she will be a joy to work with. 

Also, for those of you criticizing, you clearly have NO idea how difficult it is to execute a develope ecarte derriere the way she is at the barre in one of her later photos. This takes YEARS of dedicated training, as well as extensive natural facility, such as turnout, which she clearly demonstrates here. 

So maybe before you peons thinking you’re masters of ballet judge dancers based on weight, you should actually learn about ballet and technique. Because if you had, you’d recognize that this girl clearly has technique—unlike your basic asses.

buchananjames:

Chris Pratt for GQ

mmeesha:

My first fatkini! There is a little more to this… I have no butt. At all. My back just melts into leg. No curve. And I’m pretty sure I have negative hips. Girls like me aren’t seen often. We aren’t in advertising. We aren’t Tumblr idols. I feel it’s because we’re not the ‘right’ kind of fat. But, that’s not fair. We are attractive, too. We have just as much right to feel sexy. It’s hard for me to wear this in public. I don’t want to offend anyone. I shouldn’t feel that way, but I do. And, I’m trying to force myself not to. I want everyone to know, of all shapes(this includes skinny people), it is not your body that makes you beautiful. You are beautiful without it. It is a part of you, and thus, also beautiful. Don’t base your worth on how you look. If you feel beautiful, you are. Don’t worry about offending others. If they are offended just by the way you look, are they really worth your concern?

lumos5000:

b0mbs4w4y:

united steaks of america

there has never been a more appropriate day to reblog this

jackorino:

Another thing I really liked about Daredevil is how human everyone is. When Foggy is yelling at him Matt doesn’t just sit there brooding, he’s panicking, you can see it in his face that he’s about to cry because his best friend is angry and he doesn’t know how to fix it. When Matt cries, it’s not the typical single tear down the hero’s face business, his lips are trembling, his face is crumbling, he’s not any stronger than anyone else, he’s still human. 

Wilson Fisk isn’t introduced as a villain, he’s introduced as this shy guy nervous about asking out a woman he likes. James Wesley isn’t just another henchman to the villain, he’s a close friend who calls your girlfriend when you’re upset and is worried he may have done the wrong thing afterwards. Their relationship isn’t by any means just business, it’s very personal. They’re very thorough in showing their side of the battle as they are with Matt and Foggy’s. 

We’ve heard people crying on multiple occasions- it sounds real. Their voices break, they sniffle, they gasp for breath. Those things that don’t make it into movies or shows because they may be seen as unattractive are all there. It’s pretty great.