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Gardens of the Castle of Gourdon. Provence. France

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Willow braiding Zoë’s braids. ❤️

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Mom: Talk to me about your problems

Me: I'm just stressed out

Mom: YOU'RE stressed out??! I SPEND ALL DAY ON MY FEET COOKING AND CLEANING AND NOBODY DOES CRAP IN THISE HOUSE EXCEPT FOR ME, and YOU'RE stressed out? You don't have any real problems you're a baby.

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some of y’all honestly just look for shit to be mad about, isn’t that exhausting

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Turkey bombing PKK positions in my hometown, Amêdî early this morning (according to Kurdistan’s time).

Death to fascist Turkey. They’ve allowed ISIS through their borders to massacre Kurds twice in just the past month, and continue to bomb the people trying to help eradicate ISIS. 

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feeling the american 50s vibes | 27.06.15

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Mitch looking back at it because looking once was not good enough.

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Turkey launches war on Kurds under the pretence of attacking ISIS. Turkish police have arrested 251 people, mostly Kurds, killed one person in its raids today supposedly against ISIS. Many HDP members among the arrested. The main target of this so called cleanup-operation is clearly Kurds and not ISIS.

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pronouns: hoe/hoeself

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When I was in kindergarten a boy named Nick used to chase me around the playground, try to touch me in class, sit next to me even when I tried to get away from him, etc. He used to scream, “Do ya love me? Then kiss me, baby!” (He must have been quoting, but I have no idea what O.o)

All the grownups thought this behavior was adorable. My mom told me he liked me, and my teachers let him sit next to me every day when we sat on the ground for story time.

One day, Nick sat next to me as usual, and then he started tickling me. I am *extremely* ticklish–I collapsed into a flailing ball, laughing and screaming for him to stop. The teacher shushed us, but two seconds later Nick tickled me again. After this happened a few times, the helper teacher came over and banished *both* of us to the table where disruptive kids had to sit.

When I complained that *I didnt DO anything*, the helper teacher scowled and said, “you were encouraging him. Laughing and giggling and having a good old time.”

And this is why we need to start teaching consent and combatting rape culture and victim blaming *early*.