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OH GOD. HAVE SOME CUTE. DEAR GOD.
OH GOD. HAVE SOME CUTE. DEAR GOD.
so awesome
at 1:37- my signature dance move
So dang cute.
Look at them cheeky monkeys. And people wonder why I want kids. Hah.
so awesome
at 1:37- my signature dance move
So dang cute.
Look at them cheeky monkeys. And people wonder why I want kids. Hah.
I’m worried that my dreads are wrong and that it’s wrong for me to have them. Historically my culture; be it American, Mexican, or Dutch, does not include dreads. They are also of no spiritual importance to me. I feel that by me having them I am misrepresenting a culture that I do not, in any way, belong to. This does not mean that I would dislike belonging to such culture, it’s merely the fact that I just don’t. I’ve been contemplating this for a long time but I think I need to cut them off.
I first got them because I wanted to break away from how society expected me, as a cis female, to look. I wanted to show people, and myself, that I didn’t care how I looked, that I wasn’t going to buy into how society believed I should look, and so forth. But now that I’ve had them for a while and have learned a lot about sociology, history, feminism, privilege, and equality, I feel that it might honestly be best for me to be rid of them.
I’m all over the place about this because it’s my hair and as much as I wish it didn’t mean a lot to me it does. I’ve grown my hair out a few times in my life and even though my hair grows quickly it still takes a long time. Can you tell I’m torn about all this?
No one gives a fuck about your stupid hair.
The future of my own language. Dutch. Good luck understanding this, foreigners. :D
The future of my own language. Dutch. Good luck understanding this, foreigners. :D
Yep. We’re a wee bit fucked. That bottle is empty. :D
Oh crap. We’re going to hell. :D
Peanut, photo by The Belfry
SQUEE!
Bats are such ♥
I’ve never heard my mother squee. I think this would make her.