don’t let anyone tell you how or to what degree you should identify with your culture. it doesn’t matter where you were born, where your parents were born, when you/they emigrated.
your experiences and feelings are valid, no matter how conflicting, dissonant, or confusing.
your identity can change. and you do not have to explain yourself to others.
"I just need to get my shit together."
— me in 2009/2012/this time last year/a minute ago/next year probably (via blurrymelancholy)
"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."
— Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via observando)
Lifehack: Accidentally text the wrong person? Immediately put your phone on airplane mode and once it fails to deliver, delete the message.
This can save lives
Rainbow Hair Porn
(fromsmallviletosuperman-the third picture)
I’d love to do rainbow hair one day. but ugh imagine the upkeep…
"I dunno, just laying face down on the couch and waiting for some baby boomers to die, I guess"
— Millennials, when asked about plans for the future (via alwaysfaithfulterriblelizard)
I hate it when people complain about black girls not liking when people say “You’re pretty for a black girl” like “Oh my god just accept the compliment.” Um no. That’s not a compliment you basically just said “You’re black. Meaning you were bound to come out the womb ugly but congratulations you didn’t.” It’s disrespectful and shady as fuck.