soulsistrin

Why’d you put me through watching my dad have a heart attack in my dreams last night? Haven’t I suffered enough? I know I was missing him but that’s not the way to visit him. Take me back to those nice ones when we just sit and talk. No need to relive the trauma I know he’s gone. Even though sometimes I still can’t believe it. I do know. Ok?

onlinecounsellingcollege:

1. Sanguine: The person with this type of personality is impulsive, pleasure-seeking, outgoing, warm, friendly, sociable and charismatic. They tend to enjoy social events, meeting new people and making new friends. They are often lively, energetic and enthusiastic. They are also creative and imaginative. However, sanguine individuals are also sensitive, empathic and compassionate. On the downside, they may struggle with following tasks through to completion, good time keeping, being organised and remembering things.

2. Choleric: The person with this type of personality is ambitious, driven and likes to take control. They are often marked by energy, passion, determination, a clear focus and firm commitment to goals. They tend to dominate others and like to have their own way. On the downside, they may be impatient, intolerant of those who do things differently, and may be subject to mood swings.

3. Melancholic: The person with this type of personality is a deep thinker, who takes life seriously, and feels deeply about the things that matter to them. They are usually introverted, and very private, people. On the downside, they have a tendency to over-think problems, or to worry excessively about fairly minor things. They are usually independent, self-reliant, have strong principles and tend to be a bit of a perfectionist.

4. Phlegmatic: The person with this type of personality is laid back, relaxed, kind, contented and happy to go with the flow. They are non-judgmental, accepting, peace loving and flexible. On the downside, they may be viewed as lazy and lacking in passion, direction and energy. The phlegmatic person makes a wonderful friend!

Choleric

I forgot to have cake today what is the matter with me

I had to wake up Chris. My hip was killing me and I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I don’t fuck around with taking off my makeup. Leaving it on is just not an option.

It fucking amazes me when I hear people bitching about not being able to relate to a character in a book or movie because of gender or background or race and using that as a reason to dismiss it.

I am a West Indian of Indian-Chinese-African-European heritage. Born in Europe, raised in the Caribbean and South America. Literally NOTHING ON THIS FUCKING PLANET reflects my experience. Nothing. Yet somehow I still manage to enjoy books, tv shows, movies, the occasional magazine article. How? Amazingly, the human experience is universal.

Chris is in a deep sleep all wrapped around me and hasn’t moved for the past hour. And I really need to take off my makeup but I don’t wanna disturb him so *whelp*

I have a small showing at an art gallery today. It’s basically a figure drawing session in which I drape the model in my jewelry for each pose. And I get to set a small table for sales too. For some reason I’m really anxious about it I have no idea why. Like, I don’t even expect to sell anything (artists never have money). But I think it’s because I thought it was tomorrow and only realised last night that it’s today and it kind of threw off all my preparations. Ugh.

My skin seems to have recovered from my workout-related breakout. In fact it looks better. Several people complimented me on my skin at the lime on Saturday. How weird. I guess maybe I’d been lapsing on my routine too.

Honestly my goal is to wear as little make up as possible. I don’t mean like eyeliner and mascara, I like those. I just don’t like putting makeup on my face. I’d rather none. At this stage I kind of have to wear under eye concealer (fuck aging) but other than that I’d be happy if I had a perfectly even skin tone and didn’t need liquid foundation.

odinsblog:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

heroes-get-made:

lunalab:

the politics of light and dark are everywhere in our vocabulary…psa to writers: subvert this, reveal whiteness and lightness as sometimes artificial and violent, and darkness as healing, the unknown as natural

Some ideas for bad things that are white/light:

• lightning, very hot fire
• snow storms, ice, frost on crops
• some types of fungus/mold
• corpses, ghosts, bones, a diseased person
• clothing, skin tone, hair, etc. of a bad person
• fur, teeth, eyes of an attacking animal/monster
• bleached out deserts, dead trees, lifeless places
• poison

Some ideas for good things that are black/dark:

• rich earth/soil
• chocolate, truffles, wine, cooked meat
• friendly animals/pets/creatures
• a character’s favorite vehicle, technology, coat, etc.
• a pleasant night
• hair, skin tone, clothing, etc. of a good person
• undisturbed water of a lake
• the case/container of something important
• valued wood, furniture, art
• velvet

Think to burn, to infect, to bleach vs. to enrich, to protect, to be of substance.

^ THIS

Get rid of the idea that ‘Dark’ is bad or scary

The English language is littered with racially coded euphemisms & colorism

animatedamerican:

aegipanomnicorn:

finnglas:

Gather round, children. Auntie Jules has a degree in psychology with a specialization in social psychology, and she doesn’t get to use it much these days, so she’s going to spread some knowledge.

We love saying representation matters. And we love pointing to people who belong to social minorities being encouraged by positive representation as the reason why it matters. And I’m here to tell you that they are only a part of why it matters.

The bigger part is schema.

Now a schema is just a fancy term for your brain’s autocomplete function. Basically, you’ve seen a certain pattern enough times that your brain completes the equation even when you have incomplete information.

One of the ways we learned about this was professional chess players vs. people who had no experience with chess.

If you take a chess board and you set it up according to a pattern that is common in chess playing (I’m one of those people who knows jack shit about chess), and you show it to both groups of people, and then you knock all the pieces off the board, the pro chess players will be able to return it to its prior state almost perfectly with no trouble, because they looked at it and they said, “Oh, this is the fifth move of XYZ Strategy, so these pieces would be here.”

The people who don’t know about chess are like, “Uh, I think one of the horses was over here, and maybe there was a castle over there?”

BUT, if you just put the pieces randomly on the board before you showed it to them, then the amateurs were more likely to have a higher rate of accuracy in returning the pieces to the board, because the pros are SO entrenched in their knowledge of strategy patterns that it impairs their ability to see what is actually there if it doesn’t match a pattern they already know.

Now some of y’all are smart enough to see where this is going already but hang on because I’m never gonna get to be a college professor so let me get my lecture on for a second.

Let’s say for a second that every movie and TV show on television ever shows black men who dress in loose white T-shirts and baggy pants as carrying guns 90% of the time, and when they get mad, they pull that gun out and wave it in some poor white woman’s face. I mean, sounds fake, right? But go with it.

Now let’s say that you’re out walking around in real life, and you see a black man wearing a white T-shirt and loose-fitting jeans. 

And let’s say he reaches for something in his pocket.

And let’s say you can’t see what he’s reaching for. Maybe it’s his wallet. Maybe it’s his cell phone or car keys. Maybe it’s a bag of Skittles.

But on TV and movies, every single time a black man in comfortable, casual clothes reaches for something you can’t see, it turns out to be a gun.

So you see this.

And your brain screams “GUN!!!” before he even comes up with anything. And chances are even if you SEE the cell phone, your brain will still think “GUN!!!” until he does something like put it up to his ear. (Unless you see the pattern of non-threatening black men more often than you see the narrative of them as a threat, in which case, the pattern you see more often will more likely take precedence in this situation.)

Do you see what I’m saying?

I’m saying that your brain is Google’s autocomplete for forms, and that if you type something into it enough, that is going to be what the function suggests to you as soon as you even click anywhere near a box in a form.

And our brains functioning this way has been a GREAT advantage for us as a species, because it means we learn. It means that we don’t have to think about things all the way through all the time. It saves us time in deciding how to react to something because the cues are already coded into our subconscious and we don’t have to process them consciously before we decide how to act.

But it also gets us into trouble. Did you know that people are more likely to take someone seriously if they’re wearing a white coat, like the kind medical doctors wear, or if they’re carrying a clipboard? Seriously, just those two visual cues, and someone is already on their way to believing what you tell them unless you break the script entirely and tell them something that goes against an even more deeply ingrained schema.

So what I’m saying is, representation is important, visibility is important, because it will eventually change the dominant schemas. It takes consistency, and it takes time, but eventually, the dominant narrative will change the dominant schema in people’s minds.

It’s why when everyone was complaining that same-sex marriage being legal wouldn’t really change anything for LGB people who weren’t in relationships, some people kept yelling that it was going to make a huge difference, over time, because it would contribute to the visibility of a narrative in which our relationships were normalized, not stigmatized. It would contribute to changing people’s schemas, and that would go a long way toward changing what they see as acceptable, as normal, and as a foregone conclusion.

So in conclusion: Representation is hugely important, because it’s probably one of the single biggest ways to change people’s behavior, by changing their subconscious perception.

(It is also why a 24-hour news cycle with emphasis on deconstructing every. single. moment. of violent crimes is SUCH A TERRIBLE SOCIETAL INFLUENCE, but that is a rant for another post.)

I love a good lecture.

An important aspect of this whole schema thing is that it works on you even when you know it’s happening and are making a conscious effort to fight it.

And most people don’t know, and aren’t making any such effort.

imahsoka:

Ever notice how the girl code revolves around things like protecting other girls from men stalking them on the street and the bro code revolves around things like keeping side chicks a secret and not telling a guy’s girlfriend he cheated on her.

I’ve had to block about seven of *those* blogs this morning and it’s just 5am.

I don’t usually get more than one a week, maybe. Seems I’ve been discovered by the bots. Shit.

itgetsrad:

my favorite thing about Stranger Things is that they have to call their science teacher at 10pm to ask questions because the internet doesn’t exist yet

So today I started my third week at the gym. I’m already seeing results. My hips look a little slimmer, my waist has more definition, and my cheekbones are slowly but surely resurfacing again. But yet my weight seems to either be the same or slightly higher than when I started. I’m really puzzled about that part of things. I really need that number to start dropping more than anything. What gives?

twoheadedbourbon:

whatastitchy:

kangamommy:

Sure, yeah.

Do it to it.

Sure. I just got supper cookin’. 

Cake

• 2 cups white sugar
• 1 ¾ cups all-purpose flour
• ¾ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
• 1 ½ teaspoons baking soda
• 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 2 eggs
• 1 cup milk
• ½ cup vegetable oil
• 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
• 1 cup boiling water

———————————————————

Frosting

• ¾ cup butter
• 1 ½ cups unsweetened cocoa powder
• 5 1/3 cups confectioners’ sugar
• 2/3 cup milk
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Prep 30 m
Cook 35 m
Ready In  1 h 5 m

• Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour two 9 inch cake pans.
• Use the first set of ingredients to make the cake. In a medium bowl, stir together the sugar, flour, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Add the eggs, milk, oil and vanilla, mix for 3 minutes with an electric mixer. Stir in the boiling water by hand. Pour evenly into the two prepared pans.
• Bake for 30 to 35 minutes in the preheated oven, until a toothpick inserted comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes (very important or the cake will break apart) before removing from pans to cool completely.
• To make the frosting, use the second set of ingredients. Cream butter until light and fluffy. Stir in the cocoa and confectioners’ sugar alternately with the milk and vanilla. Beat to a spreading consistency.
• Split the layers of cooled cake horizontally, cover the top of each layer with frosting, then stack them onto a serving plate. Frost the outside of the cake.

Here’s the link to the recipe:

http://allrecipes.com/recipe/17528/extreme-chocolate-cake/

this cake I made? it tastes fucking AMAZING. it’s rich and moist and chocolaty like fudge

I found the recipe online… if anyone wants it let me know

darkmagyk:

So, I just wrote that big thing on ‘progressive’ white America’s modern view of the chattel slavery of African Americans, and I have deiced, on behalf of all white people, we need to stop lying to each other. Teachers, tour guides, even just random people, when they get asked “Was Master X nice to his slaves” or “But most slaves were treated well, right?” Need to uniformly answer “No.” 

No owner ever treated a slave well. Not George Washington, Not Thomas Jefferson, not your potential ancestors, not the nice family you heard about on vacation last year. To own another human being is to not treat them well.

We have to stop lying to kids (and each other) and saying that there is a humane way to strip another human being of there right to self, to take a person and create a marketable commodity . 

White Americans still benefit from the legacy of slavery, and Black American’s still suffer from it. We need to stop teaching it as an ancient quirk that left few scars because everyone was more or less happy. 

It wasn’t symbiotic, it was parasitic, and we need to stop saying otherwise. 

I always thought that people who did lettering and calligraphy wrote at their normal writing speed. But I’ve been taking lessons in both and I found out that the opposite is true. You actually take your time and write quite slowly. I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. No wonder I always sucked at it.

I have four orders to send out tomorrow.

But I just cannot find my ass in the studio today. I’m just tired and all out of energy.

I’ll get up early tomorrow and do them.

Even God rested in the seventh day

Remember when I was talking about the fact that I messaged this chick right after she messages me and she never answered?

She answered me today. Five days later.

How does that even happen?

We had a lime last night at a bar near our home to celebrate Chris’s birthday. It was a really nice mix of his friends, my friends and our friends.

I got to introduce one of my closest girlfriends to one of Chris’s good friends. I’ve been trying to hook them up for a while but it just wasn’t happening so I figured it would work itself out. They didn’t seem that interested in each other at the beginning, but at the end of the night they told us both separately that they would really like it if we could all get together again. And he walked her to her car (squee!).

After the bar, about eight or nine of us went to our friend Lear’s apartment and hung out until four this morning. At that point Chris had passed out in the bedroom. Luckily our apartment was only fifty feet down the road so I drove him home and put him to bed. I got up around noon but he’s still asleep.

Tomorrow is his actual birthday. I’m gonna make him a cake today and give him his presents around midnight. Actual birthday is gonna be pretty low key. But last night was really great. I gotta do this for my birthday next year.

I just popped the lasagna in the oven and washed the dishes and I am sweating like a mofo. I found an extra Magnum in the freezer so I’m going to sit in the AC and reward myself with ice cream until Chris comes home. 

I wish they could air condition this whole fucking island it’s almost 8 it should not be so fucking hot at night.

I’m finally getting my new ipad today. Chris is bringing it home but he’s gonna be late. I’m making lasagna for dinner in the meantime. I’m excited to get it and start loading it up with some cool drawing apps.

• My neighbour downstairs called his granddaughter “lover” which as a nickname always sounds kind of weird to me but whatever.
• About a month ago her mom was dropping her off in the morning and she got out of the car for a second and the alarm locked the doors with the engine running and the kid inside. It took them about ten minutes to coax her into unlocking one of the doors. Poor kid was a wreck when they finally got her out.
• Sometimes I don’t always know what it is about a child that rubs me the wrong way, but I don’t like this one. I was over at my friend Learie’s house and met his son the other day and I totally fell in love with him. The difference I guess is they way they’ve been raised. I feel guilty for disliking a kid, like it makes me a monster or something, but the one downstairs gets on my nerves.
• Anyway she just left for the day so I don’t have to hear her again for the next few days hopefully. This acoustics in this place are weird and I can hear every fucking thing downstairs, so I’m glad for the peace and quiet.

ericfvckingharris:

Growing up in an abusive household is a fucking trip dude……If you’ve never had someone angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock in your direction then how are you gonna understand why I get nervous when you quietly do the laundry, or why I ask “are you mad at me?” when you set the bag of groceries down too hard? It’s a totally different way of living and it impacts you long after you’ve left the situation.

scandinavianindian:

fifty-shadesofgay:

giwatafiya:

dominawritesthings:

thewellofastarael:

mexica-boricua:

skywritingg:

myvaginaisanuclearreactor:

howmanymoredays:

kropotkitten:

Fun History Fact: The overwhelming majority of cowboys in the U.S. were Indigenous, Black, and/or Mexican persons. The omnipresent white cowboy is a Hollywood studio concoction meant to uphold the mythology of white masculinity.

Thank you.

I will always re-blog this

I think it was high school when i overheard some white girl put on her best semi-disgusted and confused voice and go “why do so many Mexicans dress up like cowboys?” and I had to be the person to tell her.

Why do you think the whites say buckero? Cause they couldn’t say vaquero.

I dunno if I reblogged this before but fuck it, y’all gon learn today.

Teach the children.

also, cowboy culture was hella gay. like, write-poems-about-your-cowboy-partner gay.

IF people acknowledge it, they play the necessity card– there weren’t any women out on the range, so they had to “resort to men.” this claim completely erases 1) the romantic (not just sexual) writings of actual cowboys, 2) the acknowledgement of cowboys’ potential homosexual activity by writers at the time, and 3) the possibility that some men would deliberately become cowboys with the intent to seek out homosexual encounters.

no one wants to admit it, but cowboy culture was just. so inherently gay.

Im here for the gay POC cowboys

I love following calligraphy and lettering blogs but I get really turned off when I see them writing scripture.

There were some specific people that majorly fucked up the whole religion thing for me. And well, religion on its own did the rest.

So I won’t follow any blogs that write scripture no matter how beautiful their work is because my only reaction is UGH.

This book I’m reading has a chapter on Van Gogh and I just found out that he didn’t start painting in earnest until he was 27. And that he only painted for ten years until he died at 37. And that in that time he produced over 2,000 paintings and drawings.

He’s my favourite artist and I thought I couldn’t admire him more but I can and I do! What a magnificent talent.

Whenever I take selfies on my iphone I either flip the picture horizontally or use an app that take the picture as I see myself. When I see my face as others see me, I feel like I look deformed and weird. And seeing how that’s how other people see me it makes me wonder if I look weird to everybody else

hidingunderchairs:

phoenix-falls:

augustinesycamore:

white people are racist by default (in the united states as well as other countries). are you white? congrats, you’re racist, and here’s the explanation:

you grew up in a racist society -> you were socialized to be racist thanks to racism being a dominant ideology -> you benefit from racism -> you’re racist no matter how much u think you’re not.

unlearning it is going to be a constant battle and u will never unlearn it fully. accept this. it is ingrained in you as a result of your upbringing and the media you’ve consumed. the sooner you come to terms with your own racism, the sooner u can better yourself. recognize the problem in yourself instead of setting yourself apart from those “other” white people.

I fux heavy with the White people who keep putting this post on my dash

It took me a LONG time to figure this one out but yeah, accurate.

quiyst:

amerikansk-kvinde:

curly33:

heathyr:

Most people I know had that one movie as a kid; that one movie that they would watch over and over and over to the resigned acceptance of their parents. I’ve always thought that movie says something about a person. What was your movie?

the lion king 

I’m old. Grease.

An unexpected result of my new workout regime is that my skin started breaking out. Some months ago I was diagnosed with a mild case of adult acne which I treated with a topical ointment (Deriva gel) and it cleared up quickly. But in the past week my skin has gone crazy. I’ve started using the medication again along with a salicylic acid face wash (Burt’s Bees) and am making sure to cleanse and exfoliate regularly and keep as much sweat off my face as possible. I’m hoping it’s temporary cause I am not giving up exercise for clear skin. God I’m 43, I would have thought this wouldn’t be a fucking problem at this age man.

it hot no ras out dere

mistavybe replied to your photo “quetaratara:

I have no idea how I’m supposed to know where…”

Just look for the mountains… Cause the Northern Range… ��☕️

So when I driving I supposed to be looking for mountains? Steups. Why people cyah just say left and right!