Madrid, 7/11’14

lizziemcganja:

friend: i’m getting mcdonalds you want anything?

me: i don’t have money

friend: it’s all good, i’ll pay

me:

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chardonnaymami:

doyoureallywanttothough:

yungnuwang:

😚

Wtf

SHUT TF UP

zootedboy:

if we skyping best believe im looking at myself in that lil window not u

cantwaitforpizza:

cantwaitforpizza:

cantwaitforpizza:

the sun has come out

the sun is gay

*white girl voice* why are the hot ones always gay

httpsmashton: harry being nialls assistant at the soccer game today and he scribbles nonsense on the clipboard? thank youu

ohemmoh:

great plan harry

5iveidiots:

Realizing he’s on camera

niallar:

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zaynisunreal:

zaynisunreal:

Neymar isn’t even that cute…

image NVM

White people get so angry at the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people.”

I will never understand why.

Why are you so angry that you are being treated as actual human beings? You are not reduced to caricatures, but portrayed as characters. You are treated fairly, judged not by your skin tone, but by the ways that you carry yourselves, by your actions.

Why do you want to experience racism so badly? It is not fun to be mocked, dehumanized, attacked, killed, incarcerated simply for daring to exist. It is not fun to know nothing of your history or family because it was torn apart, whether through distance or death. It is not fun to hear, at every turn, comments reminding you of your lesser status as humans.

Do you really want to turn on the tv, open a magazine, watch a movie, play a video game, and not see yourself? Or, even better, to only see yourself as a criminal, as a drunk, a mocking stereotype, or as someone to be killed off? Or would you rather see fleshed out, well-written characters with lives and personalities and feelings? I know which I’d rather pick.

If I were a white person, the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people,” would be the best thing I could ever hear.



— i finally put some thoughts into words // thedeathcats (via gracieteefey)