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wish everyone could perceive the Vague Concepts in my head because i just know you would looove my Vague Concepts. you would think im so smart if you saw the misty clouds of Vague Concepts floating around in my head. #MyVagueConcepts

atlantidea

BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER (1999)

handweavers

people like the idea that there is an identity they can claim that will absolve them of the responsibility to examine their beliefs and actions and adjust them accordingly to better align with their values and desired outcomes but there isn't, we all have to practice humility and do the work regardless

wordfather

i love that almost everyone has their own unique bedrooms thats such a cute human thing

wordfather

no bedroom looks the same just like no human is the same. are you getting what im putting down here

wordfather

you walk into someones room and its like walking into a part of their soul This is so special to me <3

fluffycity

this reminds me of a series of photographs documenting how different people live in identical base apartments

inkskinned

it is tiring, being endless political just as someone existing. my teacher asks me if i’m writing more of that “feminist poetry.” a lot of it is just talking about me, being a woman, being afraid in the city. i write about walking a line, about how i am expected to choose between home and work, how each comes with a slew of its own insults; how it feels when i am wearing shorts and there are too many men outside. these are just facts of my life. someone in the comments says, “where are woman even coming up with these crazy generalizations in their feminism?”

i hold hands with the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and someone sighs when they see me. “do they have to make everything gay?” she asks her friend, loudly, “like, do you have to force those views in my face all the time?” i can’t stop blushing. my girlfriend holds my fingers tighter, tighter, tighter, until my knuckles are white, and i let her. somehow, this is us, protesting.

my father’s cuban blood stains my skin, i think. when i am honored with a position in the dean’s private council, a boy sneers, “you only got in because you’re hispanic.” did i? i spend the rest of our meetings wondering if i was selected for my stellar academic record, for the multiple recommendations, for the clubs i lead - or if i was just a move the dean made, to make use of me. when we all take a picture, the dean brings me in the front. in the first three we take, i am not smiling.

it is odd. “i exist.” i say, “i deserve to exist.”

“oh my god,” he groans, “we get it, you’re a feminist.”

puppiegracie

let's be stressed tf out with papa 🫩

puppiegracie

wait pt 2 cause I found an even better parallel

frailbug

why do i have to speak why is it not enough to show up somewhere and have big giant eyes

letslookingattheworldstuff-blog

Yuanyang-Rice-Terraces,-Yunnan,-China

mournfulroses

Cecilia Martinez, from a poem titled "Winter Then," featured in A Magnificently Ordinary Romance: Poems

hudsonwasian

i love this genre of him

godisafujoshi

Ive been so back from overs that were so that you couldnt fathom

bitchontheprairie

carved into a cobblestone in brussels, photo via maarten inghels

krasnoarmeyets

anyway you should always remember that all those foreigners you see dying on the news are just as real people as you are who have just as much interiority as you do. there is nothing about you that makes you more important and it is by pure chance that you are not in their position. in fact, this holds for all of history. every person, no matter the horror of the fate that befell them, had just as much interiority as you do. i feel like some people haven't fully internalized this.