The person I reblogged this from deserves happiness and love
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It’s so insane how much white USA Americans hate Mexicans. Like… we just came from slightly south. We’re not all that different. We both like tacos I know you people love our cooking. We’re literally just an arms toss from the border can the whites relax and behave
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My mother was so upset when I started opening up about my trauma symptoms.
She told me that they were all in my head, and that my anxiety and memory loss and intrusive memories were signs that I needed to let go. That I was dwelling on the bad in my life, and wouldn't find peace until I moved on.
I told her, "I've tried moving on. Moving on didn't solve my problems, it just stitched a filthy wound shut. Now it's infected, and leaking out again. I need to deal with it now, or it will never get better."
I said that I had been depressed, and scared, and angry. That sometimes I hated myself. That sometimes, existing was unbearable.
She told me I was a good person, and I shouldn't hate myself, and life was good now, so I should focus on that.
She told me she didn't understand why I was choosing to hold on to old news.
I told her once, "I'm not following my bad memories. I'm walking down the street, until they hit me out of nowhere like a truck. And I'm tired of being hit by trucks. I want to find whoever's driving and get them to stop. That's not the same as wallowing in self pity. That's finding the source of the problem."
Some days I would be angry, and I would say, "I'm angry about what happened."
She would reply, "Anger won't bring you peace. Anger will kill you."
I said I didn't intend on being angry forever, but I hadn't had a chance to be angry yet, and I was allowed to be angry now. I would be angry now, and when I was done, I would feel other things, and nobody else was allowed to tell me how to feel. My anger was mine, for a second or a lifetime, and if I wanted to be angry forever, then I would. That wasn't my plan, but it was my right.
My mother never seemed to understand. She kept saying, in one way or another, that bad feelings were optional, and if you didn't choose to repress them, then your pain was your own fault.
We fought about that a lot, until I learned not to talk to her about it.
I'm not angry all the time, now, but sometimes I am. Sometimes I'm smooth and sharp and cold, and it makes me happy.
For a long time, I thought I couldn't feel anger at all. When bad things happened, I was sad and unsurprised.
Anger feels good.
Anger is outrage, and denial, and grief, and determination. Anger is the fuel of self-preservation, self-defense. Anger is safety. Anger is protection. Anger shields the people I love. Anger is a warm electric blanket that could burn my house down with misuse.
I have emotions now. I didn't realize I was numb before, but I was. Now, I feel happy, and scared, and content. Uncomfortable, too, and excited. Anger came first, though, and I'm grateful to it. Anger was the one that stepped up and said, "No, they aren't going to live with this anymore."
My mother doesn't understand, but I do. I've found my peace.
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U.S. conservatives always talk about creating jobs but get SO MAD whenever anyone mentions banning prison labor like imagine the insane ammout of jobs that would be created literally overnight if companies in your country had to actually employ people instead of using slave labor from people that got caught with weed 10 years ago.
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looks at the ethics board with my big wide autistic eyes and they say fineee you can do human experiments and i say YAYYY :3 !!!!!!!
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“It Is an Honor to Be Suspended for Palestine”
Dispatches from the Solidarity Encampment at Columbia University
https://crimethinc.com/Columbia2024
In this in-depth report, participants offer a blow-by-blow account of the events at Columbia, appraising the tactics that the demonstrators have employed and the challenges that they face.
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After careful consideration and going over multiple options I think the best choice is stay warm and cozy in bed forever.
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In Japanese, they don’t say “moon,” they say “tsuki,” which literally translates to “moon,” and I think that’s how language works.
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free my girl. she did all that but so did a male character and nobody cared
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More of the lad from the wild west, when cowboys were king
(Cowpoke by Colter Wall)
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My gift for @lucasleppy as a participant of @mcythorrorgiftexchange :D
Unfortunately, I would have made some lore related to this if it weren't for the meddling college, so I didn't have time to work on a oneshot
This goes to show how much fun I was having in completing this (and totally didn't go overboard so much that I had to ask for an extension :P)
Hope you enjoy! 💖
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