azesdrftghjnkghjd no, you don’t understand, Kojirō is such a sweetie and Haruka is such a sweetie that they could trust each other about their Pokémon needing rest……………..
James is such a sweetheart it’s ridiculous.
James is the best pokémon trainer ever. He asks if his pokémon WANTS to join him.
I want the pokemon games to have a James option where you can decide to ask a pokemon if they want to join your party.. it should be an option you can only pick at the start and if they say no you let them go and leave them alone
Turtle Twerking World Champion 2014 [video]
I learned yesterday that when you see a bee on the ground that isn’t moving, it’s not necessarily dead, it’s probably just dead tired from carrying lots of pollen and needs re-energising. So if you mix a tiny bit of water with some sugar and let it drink it will give it the boost it needs to continue on its way. Bizarrely, this exact thing happened today! I found a knackered bee, mixed up some sugar water, gave it a drink and watched it guzzle and guzzle then suddenly come back to life. It was amazing! Thank you patrick, it was an excellent tip that i’ll never forget and will continue to pass on to others!
boost this because look bEES ARE DYING AND WE REALLY NEED TO HELP THEM!!!!!!
Help them, sweetlings!
Aww I love bees
so i was looking at lipstick and there were some interesting colors
idk why you’d need this color but ok i guess
lol me 2
is this the color of chilli though
C O N S T A N T T O A S T
This is what happens when you don’t separate your colors and whites.
Things nobody ever tells you about female bodily functions, so you have to google it to find out it’s perfectly normal:
Vaginal chemistry being acidic enough to bleach your black underwear.
wait… so *that’s* what happens?!?
I THOUGHT IT WAS STAINS NO WONDER THEY WEREN’T WASHING OFF
holy shit i was so embarrassed about this
OH MY GOD
This explains soooo much O.O
Femme Nation: A photo series by 16 year old Hailey Corrall to provoke a message about misogyny in our youth.
This is such an amazing, creative and proactive approach towards negativity. I’m re-blogging this as I can be applied to any one’s life and struggle.
In central Bahrain stands a large mesquite tree known as the Tree of Life. It’s the only tree that survives in that part of the desert, and it’s been there for 400 years. Currently, scientists have no idea where it’s finding water and nutrients.
Hank did not use my favorite, though: What’s the difference between a novelist and a large pepperoni pizza? A large pepperoni pizza can feed a family of four.
As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.
The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.
The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.
As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.
My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.
I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.
These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.
Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.
The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.
You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls
*runs to target- i need to get my babydoll one for her 1st bday
halloween is soon
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