where I say all the stuff I wanna say out loud

[juju-or-anya]

Justice for Agostina, a 14-year-old girl whose country utterly failed to protect her from a murderer. A previously accused rapist who only spent 20 days in jail because he was a friend of the judge and paid bail. He raped her, killed her, dismembered her, and dumped her body in a wasteland.

Justice for Agostina. Instead of asking what the hell a 35-year-old adult man was doing with a 14-year-old girl, and what the hell an adult man was doing having sexual relations with a 14-year-old child, they go and blame the girl, her mother, and any other woman in Agostina's life—ANYONE EXCEPT THE MURDERER.

Justice for Agostina. The Minister of Security is out there congratulating the security forces and the dog that found her dead, yet his police chiefs refused to take the mother's report because the River-Belgrano match was playing. They failed to immediately trigger the Sofia Alert—a protocol that is crucial to launch the exact moment a minor's disappearance is reported—all because of a soccer game.

Justice for Agostina, whose life is treated as worth less than a soccer match, and worth less than the life of a murderer and rapist.

Justice for Agostina

[linktoo-doodles]

was on call with friends and said "it's mob psychos birthday today"

Previous mob birthdays: [2016] [2017] [2018] [2019] [2020] [2021] [2022] [2023] [2024]

[kaizuart]

Orb Owl has knowledge beyond human understanding.

[comfortsoup-with-lemon]

I sont think that's how you bundle up adds together man...

[daiziesssart]

hello fjorester nation

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[animentality]

[thebookishwallflower]

@a-book-of-creatures

[frostedmagnolias]

Purple Visiting Suit

c. 1883-1884

unknown maker

Albany Institute of History & Art

[ssoupcup]

Yeah so unfortunately, my friend was right. Muttering 'I'm gonna put on the greatest talent show this town has ever seen' darkly to myself is not only vastly funnier than saying I'm gonna kms, but is also somehow more concerning to anyone who might overhear it

[girlrustcohle]

fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

[aru]

Tumblr Code.

[geekishchic]

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

always reblog tumblr identification

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[viaalterego]

[trishacollins]

Actually, my therapist has told me this is a healthy way of processing things. Because you can get the trauma out of your head And you can write the ending you wish it had. The trusted person rescue, the catharsis of getting to kill the one who hurt you.

It's good for your brain. It's healthier than bottling it up. Fiction is where we go for emotional release. That can be true with trauma too.

[erelierraceala]

so what you're saying is

character: NO

therapist: YES

[vmures]

Adding @dear-massacre's tags because they are so true:

#this is why it's important to remember that fictional characters are fake #they have no agency. they're made up #it hurts no one to make any character go through the horrors #it is healthy and cathartic

[yeahokayillreblogthat]

yeah okay ill reblog that

[drowsyfudge-deactivated20260316]

yayyy

[aquamarinnne]

A little teaser on my nitw au I'm working on here's bea and I hope to make all the other guy's designs if I'm not lazy yaaaa

[comfortsoup-with-lemon]

Im using my girlfriend sweater right now, feeling good

[humansofnewyork]

“My parents disappeared during the last dictatorship. They were political activists. My father was taken first in 1977. My mother was taken a year later during the World Cup. We were standing in a public square, and two cars stopped, and they grabbed me and my mother. They let me go. But my mother was never heard from again. I learned all of this later because I was only three at the time. My grandparents raised me. When I was a child they would tell me that my parents were working. I used to imagine them building a skyscraper, wearing helmets, and getting closer and closer to the top. It wasn’t until the age of ten that I learned what really happened. But even then, my parents were only ideas to me. They were two-dimensional. But when I turned seventeen, I visited the town where they first met. I found their old friends and they told me stories. I learned that my father loved the Beatles. He also loved to dance. A man gave me a costume that my father would wear when he danced. And suddenly my parents weren’t ideas anymore. They were people. They were Daniel and Viviana. And for the first time, I cried for them.” (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

[kiramartinauthor]

WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE HORRIBLY:

1. You’ll never write anything if you don’t

[gjdraws]

[sailorplutoirl]

Ok!

[comfortsoup-with-lemon]

I'll do my best