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stickyontum · 3 years
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This isn't a mental health problem, it's a morality problem.
We have protected an outdated document more than the lives of americans. We have continued to let people with extreme racial bias teach children with racist textbooks and racist research. And then we have armed them, telling them that only they can defend themselves. To let a space where any hate speech and microaggression can exist, is to let it grow, fester, and destroy our communities.
People are literally dying for change. Now is the last chance to do it before there is no faith left.
CORRECTION: This isn't JUST a mental health problem. My wording was off but my opinion that we're devaluing the lives of people of color to less that of paper stands.
CLARIFICATION: By giving things like hate speech and microaggressions a 'pass', it gives them a space to be shared. This leads to bigoted views on race. I'm not saying that harmful words/language and slurs are the worst things that people CAN face, I'm saying we shouldn't let people face even that.
There should be no safe spaces for racism.
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stickyontum · 3 years
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Ok wait, for no reason did the cullens need to be in a high school. plenty of ppl drop out, they could have just been working instead of hanging out w teens.
If u want to fight me on this, take a moment to imagine grocery store edward, now tell me y it didn't happen.
I want 100+ yr old vamps out of schools n into the workplace.
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stickyontum · 3 years
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lil nas x’s purgatory
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stickyontum · 4 years
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Current Project Ideas
-Sticky Note Comics (in progress)
-A Siren’s Call
-Heart Beat
-Crash Landed
-The Witch Knight
-Coffee Shop Ruins
-Fated to Be
-Mind and Body
-Beast and Beauty (S1, S2, S3, S4)
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stickyontum · 4 years
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Poetry about a mistake, I guess?
“We're all human”
we make mistakes
we make excuses
we can be kind
we can be inconsiderate
we can be inconsistent
One moment nice, kind, and grateful
the next rude, cruel, and thoughtless
I've run miles without air
won't you allow me a breath of relief
or does that take too much?
Why must I go the distance?
I've driven my friends farther than I have myself
and it only seems to frighten them away
am I possessive? Yes
am I obsessive? Yes
do I deserve this worn body?
I've held my friends so high for so long
now my arms tire
I thought I had learned to be better
to let connection happen naturally
but every time I've bitten too hard on the apple
and now I must crew on this knowledge
that I am the outsider
the one who doesn't sync with the group correctly
I worship queens on my knees
and therefore I am dismissed
for a peasant doesn't eat with nobles
they simply work for them
I care far too much
if only humans weren't lonely
if only I understood
I need to move on
to not care for what crushes my heart
brings seas to my eyes
and makes me wish to vomit my tongue
If only I could not care nor hurt
then maybe they would desire my company
then maybe they would meet me halfway
maybe they would appreciate my love
and not be uncomfortable
It hurts me when they say they're uncomfortable
because that means I have squeezed too hard again
that I have treated them as objects to collect
to latch onto
for I am human
and humans cling too tightly to what they fear to lose
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stickyontum · 4 years
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Poetry about a puddle, I guess?
Seeking
Water runs cold
As a child I would put my bike into its highest gear
To be more efficient
It's important to cover your chest in freezing weather
For your core supports everything else
Why do I love those who are often forgetful?
I finally, try to stand after my legs have grown numb from sitting for so long
They give out
Can betrayal be planned or is it only to be sudden?
I find my interest most drawn to those who are not interest
They have other firsts
Other people they wish to hang out more with
They settle for me
For I am kind and nice
And will not complain
My battery has died
Please plug me into happiness
Small elves do not do the work unseen
It is done often by the people long told to be quieter
Or risk being seen as selfish
I have run into more doors than walls
Nothing is burning within me
There was never a flame
Only a murky shallow pool of regrets
It is easy to blame parents
Mine are always reaching for something to do
Hunkered overtop their careers and self-interests
Whilst I wave a flag of surrender to get their attention
A great beast pushes deep within my stomach when I am ignored
It is a beast I know well to name but to never mention
I have gotten used to following the flow chart of life
I have grown accustomed to analyzing reactions
Not for deeper understanding
But so I am separated by a magnifying glass
Why must I be a hypocrite?
Why can't I yearn for the company of those who yearn my own?
Why must I enjoy time gifted to me more than the time shared?
Do I seek companionship that is nonexclusive?
That is occupied by thoughts
Thoughts of closer friendships
Thoughts of future plans
Thoughts of newer love
I slip further and further into a puddle of a cruel world of my own making
Alone
Why must it be frigid?
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stickyontum · 5 years
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Poetry about a car, I guess?
This should not break me as it does
After facing the same thing over and over again
But it must be that heartache is not a balloon being popped
Something that happens the same way
Quick and shocking
Nor is it like a sponge being wrung out of water
Only to be filled once again
Without ever losing much shape
It's actually more like car being beaten with a bat
Smashed windows
Dented doors
It is an action that hardly changes
The swing is always strong and the vehicle is always damaged
What truly is frightening is how this repeated violence builds on the old
I cannot call it a failed romance
Nor unrequited love
It was much too fresh and one-sided
I should know by now that I am destined for a life of realistic love
No summer flings or high school sweethearts
I am much too cynical for a teenage dream
I should have seen the pattern
But perhaps I am still in a state of young optimism
Or perhaps I merely convinced myself to block out the painfully obvious
I cannot blame them
It is unfair to
I cannot avoid them
Because I have been drawn too far in
I do not wish for the image of self-pity
But I cannot prevent this feeling
This feeling that comes from the question of “Why?”
A blow that strikes my very core
I think too much
This is what I say to settle myself
My love is something to come with time
Something for the future
As if it's a shining light for me to work towards
With desirable qualities worn on my sleeve
And an empty heart to be filled
Until then I'm just a car beaten on the side of the road
Unmaintained
Going nowhere
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