Sweet Seals For You, Always

Kiana Khansmith
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@buttcrutch
I made a thing
effect of my parental abuse: I HATE intrusive noise. The sound of a door unlocking (even if it’s just my roommate). Just knocking. Footsteps in the morning sounding too close to my door. The sound of cars pulling up. The ding on my phone when they contact me. I associate it with the Vague and Uncomfortable Badness. Even at college, I hear that unlocking noise and my whole body habitually tenses up. I wish for the day that that sound no longer scares me but means that someone I love is here.
Feel all that excites you. Breathe in the music you love. Dance till you feel like you and your soul are separate from one another - dancing partners. Collect essays that make you cry. Make little festivals for yourself. Read poetry and whisper a little ‘thank you’ to the poet. Call every little trip an Adventure. Love till you feel alive again.
Protect brown girls from the idea that emotional (and sometimes physical) abuse is an inherent part of poc culture
If your parents belittle you, call you names, dismiss your passions and interests, prevent you from doing things that make you happy–
If your parents don’t let you have age-appropriate independence, or if they never let you defend yourself, or if they passive-aggressively manipulate you into feeling guilty for disappointing them–
If your parents slap you–
If your parents say it’s just “tough love,” or that you’re too young and naive to understand right now, or that your parents are the only people who know what’s best for you–
Your parents are wrong. This isn’t normal. This isn’t just “brown culture” or “poc culture.” This is emotional (and sometimes physical) abuse. You deserve better. Please never let your parents’ actions define your self-worth. You are so much more than just the flaws your parents are so fond of pointing out. You are bigger and better than the way they treat you. You are kindness and passion and determination and beauty. You deserve the world.
When I said that I was excited for the 'Roaring Twenties', I was referring to hedonism, excessive gay parties, and cool clothing. Not racism, antisemitism, and the looming threat of another World War.
Imagine having a group of friends who traverse through the forest with you, looking around for old crumbling structures and artifacts buried in the years worth of fallen leaves. Who will visit museums and art galleries and discuss the painting and galleries; pondering about the historical significance, or the hidden symbols. During cool rainy days, your group of friend would spend hours in a bookstore/library, picking out books that you or your friends would be interested in reading. After going to the library, you and your group would cozy down at a cafe, and look at the books you bought, and having discussions about the classes you are taking. When it gets late, you and your group would go to the bar, and listen to live music. All the while, through every moment, you would talk about your dreams, aspirations, philosophies and interests.
make your lives extraordinary
okay but tall candles in funky old candle holders??? cool old books with pretty spines and that really nice old book smell and beautiful language????? sweATERS and BUTTON DOWNS??? the LOOK????? ribbons in your hair???????? funky patterns on clothing???? plaid????? flowy skirts and classy pants with some really Nice Shoes????? walks through an open field at night and looking up at the stars????????? ajsjdhfjhfffbchfbcdgff !!!!!!! aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you: scribbles comments in book margins for later reference
me, an intellectual: scribbles comments in book margins so that if earth will survive another hundred years, a curious mind searching for meaning will come across the copy of my book in a second hand bookstore and decide to try and decipher who i was after having fallen in love with my soul and the extraordinary thoughts i had about this piece of literature
you expect me to act like a normal human being? I’m wearing a turtleneck.
“i’m truly sorry that after all these years you never learned how to love yourself in such a way so as to appreciate the absolute beauty and hard-earned success and growth of others without taking it as a personal attack upon yourself”
— d.c.
good night human beings may we fall in love with someone deserving