Inuit. Trans (FtM). Queer. Rugby player. Law student. Arts enthusiast. Slytherin.


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Apr 24, 2014
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IMAGINE. THE HORROR.

IMAGINE. THE HORROR.

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Apr 24, 2014
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nbchannibal:

Everyone after tomorrow night…

nbchannibal:

Everyone after tomorrow night…

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Apr 24, 2014
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ivanfahy:

Gender is more than just male or female. Break the binary!
Model: Ivan Fahy

ivanfahy:

Gender is more than just male or female. Break the binary!

Model: Ivan Fahy

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Apr 24, 2014
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Invisible

I don’t really write about my experiences of being mixed (European and Inuit). Most people look at me and assume I am white. I don’t walk, talk or look like an Inuk (see: Stereotypical Native) by their standards. This means I often have the opportunity to help break down stereotypes and engage in critical discussions that “non-indigenous” persons may otherwise be afraid to have with an Indigenous person.

It also means that when I don’t tell people I’m Inuit, I eventually hear what they really think about First Nations persons. I grew up hearing all kinds of terrible things. I’ve had these things said to my face, sometimes even when people knew my background. I’ve been told countless times by my own mother (who is white) that Native people are lazy, drunk, free loaders. It wasn’t until 2 or 3 years ago that I finally began to recognize what an impact these experiences have had on my self-esteem.

There is one experience in particular that takes the cake, and it happened recently. I went to a restaurant with my partner to celebrate the birthday of a mutual friend. I arrived later in the evening, after everyone was already a couple of beers in. At some point, the talk turned toward First Nations people, and one person started talking about how awful and hypocritical Canada can be. We parade ourselves around as being so accepting, so progressive, when in reality we have a terrible track record and still enact all kinds of oppressions against First Nations people, among other groups. 

I didn’t think anything could be worse than words, but I was wrong. I honestly think I would have preferred someone to have said “Who cares? They’re just lazy drunks.” What happened instead was complete and utter silence. You could have heard a pin drop. It was a silent and resolute denial of what had happened and is happening, and it was horrible. I cannot recall having felt that uncomfortable in a group of people in an extremely long time, maybe ever. I’m not even sure my partner clued in to what was happening. When he left to use the washroom I wanted to pull him back down next to me.

Later on, a couple of them tried to gloss over it. Somehow, this made it even worse.


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Apr 23, 2014
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Omfg "talk about" is a lot cuter than ask me

I know most people who follow me are only here for the art but if anyone's curious, here we go. o/

1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

2: Talk about your first kiss.

3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.

4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.

5: Talk about the best birthday you've had.

6: Talk about the worst birthday you've had.

7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.

8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.

9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.

10: Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.

11: Talk about the best dream you've ever had.

12: Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.

13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.

14: Talk about a vacation.

15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.

16: Talk about the best party you've ever been to.

17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.

18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.

19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.

20: Talk about something that happened in high school.

21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.

22: Talk about your worst fear.

23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.

24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.

25: Talk about an ex-best friend.

26: Talk about things you do when you're sick.

27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.

28: Talk about your fetishes.

29: Talk about what turns you on.

30: Talk about what turns you off.

31: Talk about what you think death is like.

32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.

33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.

34: Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.

35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.

36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.

37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.

38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.

39: Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.

40: Talk about the end of something in your life.


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Apr 23, 2014
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You don’t kiss anyone else on the mouth, but me.

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Apr 23, 2014
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crustified-again:

corgisandboobs:

thesuperjew:

The turtle cavalry is serious shit

"Onward, alligator steed!""I’m a crocodile.""Silence, water horse!"

The one in the back looks like it’s wearing a turtle for a hat

“Silence, water horse!”

crustified-again:

corgisandboobs:

thesuperjew:

The turtle cavalry is serious shit

"Onward, alligator steed!"
"I’m a crocodile."
"Silence, water horse!"

The one in the back looks like it’s wearing a turtle for a hat

Silence, water horse!”

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Apr 22, 2014
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awidesetvagina:

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Apr 22, 2014
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qoax:

todo me lleva a ticomo si todo lo que existearomas, luz, metales,fueran pequeños barcos que naveganhacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan
-Pablo Neruda, Si tú me olvidas

See also: Los versos del Capitan, and Cien sonetos de Amor.

qoax:

todo me lleva a ti
como si todo lo que existe
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan

-Pablo Neruda, Si tú me olvidas

See also: Los versos del Capitan, and Cien sonetos de Amor.

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Apr 22, 2014
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Omg you guys. I have a job interview this week for a position that is related to my education. It’s a spring miracle!


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Apr 22, 2014
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global-fashions:

Toyin Oyeneye, Seun Kobina & Ayo Morafa

T.I. Nathan Bespoke by Designer Temitayo Nathan Illesanmi 

'Solace' Collection - Spring/ Summer 14

Photography: Tope Horpload

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Apr 22, 2014
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My first time buying compression shorts. Intimidating at first, until they’re on and you realize they’re (not so?) secretly an ego boost.

My first time buying compression shorts. Intimidating at first, until they’re on and you realize they’re (not so?) secretly an ego boost.


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Apr 21, 2014
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the-suit-man:

Suits | Mens fashion | Street style @ http://the-suit-man.tumblr.com/

the-suit-man:

Suits | Mens fashion | Street style @ http://the-suit-man.tumblr.com/


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Apr 21, 2014
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How to color eggs with onion shells.

wewantwow:

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This must be the most beautiful DIY tutorial I have ever seen. And it so happens to be in style of this weekend. Found on Ulicam, a very nice blog by Ulrika Kestere, photographer and illustrator. For the whole tutorial and lot’s of inspiration, click here.

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Apr 21, 2014
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lesboflow:

Comment on the size of a man’s penis and it’s a low blow and a stab at his masculinity. Comment on the size of a woman’s anything and it’s a social norm. 

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