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Take a break from the fandoms and take a moment to read this:

Farah Baker, a 16 year old teen living in the Gaza Strip, has been tweeting and posting on social media sites of the various indiscriminant bombings being committed by Israeli forces, most recently very violent shelling near Al-Shifa hospital by her.

In her countless tweets and numerous posts on both Twitter and Instagram, she documents live strikes using photos and videos to show her followers the severity of the situation her and thousands like her are going through every day. @farah_gazan has gone viral, spiking from 21k to 76k followers on twitter in a span of 24 hours and climbing to 300+ in a matter of hours on Instagram.

Personally, I felt like I was reading something off the diary of Anne Frank. And who knows? Our children might be reading this and asking us why we didn’t stop her from dying just like we did to our grandparents.

The tweets are heartbreaking and the videos are breathtaking. She needs your support. Let her know you stand by her. Follow her on twitter and Instagram and maybe somehow you can change history.

  • Track Name

    Sassy

  • Album

    Sassy

  • Artist

    Kat Graham

domsty:

Kat Graham - Sassy

Released : January 26, 2010

Lyrics :

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who’s the precious one of all, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 
Mirror mirror on the wall. 
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 

I’m sassy, sassy as I wanna, 
Picture perfect poster girl 
Yeah I’m off the wall. 

Raise your hands my sexy girls, 
My classy girl, 
Independent flashy girl. 
Watch your own cash falls rocks and pearls? 
Drive your rims with your sassy girl? 

My lipgloss and my bently, 
My rims they cost your bently. 
I am a sassy girl, I am 
I am a sassy girl, I am. 
My gucci to my prada 
My prada to mascara 
I am a sassy girl, I am 
I am a sassy girl, Who me? 

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who’s the precious one of all, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 
Mirror mirror on the wall. 
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 

S-A-S-S-Y 
Sassy as I wanna be, 
Sassy as I wanna be, 
Sassy as I wanna be. 

I’m sassy, Sassy as I wanna, 
Motion picture movie girl, 
Mrs. don’t you wanna 

Raise your hands my sexy girls, 
My classy girl, 
Independent flashy girl. 
Watch your own cash falls rocks and pearls? 
Drive your rims with your sassy girl? 

My lipgloss and my bently, 
My rims they cost your bently. 
I am a sassy girl, I am 
I am a sassy girl, I am. 
My gucci to my prada 
My prada to mascara 
I am a sassy girl, I am 
I am a sassy girl, Who me? 

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who’s the precious one of all, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 

Mirror mirror on the wall. 
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 

S-A-S-S-Y 
Sassy as I wanna be, 
Sassy as I wanna be, 
Sassy as I wanna be. 

I am S-A-S-S-Y 
Sassy as I wanna be, 
Sassy as I wanna be, 
Sassy as I wanna be. 

All the boys that like my style, 
Six inch pumps, crocodile, 
Done right, jeans is tight. 
Boys all night (Damn she fine), 
Dior juicy couture. 
Eyeshadow. 
Coat is fur. 
I ain’t no amateur, 
I’m a cover girl. 

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who’s the precious one of all, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 
Mirror mirror on the wall. 
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 

I’m sexy, I’m classy, 
It’s so hard to wall pass me, 
They call me sassy, that’s right. 
They call me sassy. 

Mirror mirror on the wall, 
Haters wanna see me fall, 
But I’m a cover girl. 

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who’s the precious one of all, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am. 
Mirror mirror on the wall. 
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called, 
I think that I am sassy, 
I know that I am.

melissavonxo:

"I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post when we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering. 

I know I did anything I could to not feel; sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain. Take away my mother and my asshole father and the press and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back. Hell, I was gang raped and two days later I was back in class like nothing had ever happened. I mean, that must have hurt like hell, right? Most people never get over stuff like that and I was like, “Let’s go get Jamba juice!”

I would give everything I have or will ever have just to feel pain again; to hurt. Thank God for Fiona and her herb garden. One advantage of being kind of dead is that you don’t have to sweat warning labels. There was this one brown liquid that I thought made my nipples tingle for a second but I think it was psychosematic because I polished off the rest of it and didn’t feel shit. I tried every eye of nute and wing of fly until I found something that made me not look like Marilyn Manson anymore.

And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me. 

I use to not eat for days or eat like crazy then stick my fingers down my throat. Now no matter how much I binge I can’t fill this hole inside me. 

I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going batshit. I need to do something.”

Emma Roberts’ monologue as Madison Montgomery in American Horror Story: Coven (Episode: The Dead)

So deep and epic. Probably my favorite words AHS has every put together. It has irony, sadness, self reflection, and just I would like to say “wake up call to Generation Y.”

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