My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.
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abeehabatool:
The amount of love and respect I have for this woman cannot be put into words. Same for Shabana Azmi and Zeenat Aman.
That’s Kirron Kher, I love her so much!!!
Did ya’ll see the man with that disgusting face while she speaks so brilliantly?
I’ve never cried so much when I’m supposed to be happy
The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.
If I let you touch me know that my body does not belong to you.
If I let you look at me in the way that I was brought into this world know that my body does not belong to you.
If I let you love me know that my body does not belong to you.
If I let you marry me, hold me, fuck me, kiss me, look at me or anything that has to do with your skin against mine or our lives intertwined know that my body does not and will never belong to you.
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“My body is my body and just because I let you in doesn’t mean that you have ownership of my vessel,” (via mostlyfiction)
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