My name is Tali. I am spending 15 weeks in Salvador da Bahia, Brasil. If you want to know what's going on, you will not find out here. I got sucked into TumblrLand and got too distracted for this to work as a travel blog. If you'd like a link to my real travel blog, just ask :)
When you fuck something up first thing in the morning
A little while (a week or so) after I saw this post for the first time, I fell asleep without blowing out my candle by accident. When I woke up suddenly, my hand flew up and I knocked it onto a paper towel and almost burned down my room. And instead of freaking out after I put it out, I went back to sleep softly crying “Wakey wakey big mistakey” and slept another 6 hours.
It has to be something we create and purchase for. Art by women, design by women, architecture by women, books by women, comics by women, magazines by women, and writing and art that does not support bad old stereotypes. And not just women of your own color. Trans women, LBQ women, WoallCs. Experiment. Venture. Try.
Don’t trash talk other women; talk them up. Support women who have been victimized. Don’t be part of the problem. Disagree, yes, but with respect. If other women behave badly, walk away.
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain