Fai_Ryy
Doug Jones
Color Me Curious
titsay
One Nice Bug Per Day
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
Show & Tell
The Stonewall Inn
Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
todays bird
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Fieri Frames
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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#extradirty
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@lovelycontradicti0n
one of my favorite things in Brooklyn Nine Nine is when you can tell the writers were like “you know, Andre Braugher is an extremely talented Shakespearean actor who graduated top of his class at Juilliard…..what if we took advantage of that for our sitcom”
maybe if im under enough blankets, the Responsibilities wont be able to find me
Paper art by Morgana Wallace on Tumblr
imagine Bob Ross painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch
“this little demon down here is kind of lonely, let’s give him some happy little friends. little demon party.”
“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.
“One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws.” - Martin Luther King Jr
someone: [presenting misinformation about a special interest of mine that I have an unhealthy obsession with researching]
me, internally: aw jeez, stay cool. stay cool. you WILL look like a know-it-all. just don’t. don’t do it. stay cool.
me:
me:
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me: [voice cracking] Actually,
jake peralta: feminist cop
bonus:
If you, or someone you know, is being abused please call the police. Ily stay strong <3
me reading mythology: stop being mean to medusa she’s just tryna protect herself from men :/
No human being is illegal.
Elie Wiesel, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1986, author of Night, and survivor of the Auschwitz, Buna, and Buchenwald concentration camps. (via caitrionabalfe)
There are good reasons to not want to personally punch a Nazi in the face but let’s be clear, none of them are because a Nazi doesn’t deserve it.
I remain staunchly pro-choice on Nazi punching.
“Should I, personally, punch a Nazi right now?” That’s up to you, whether or not you feel safe in doing so, your own personal beliefs on violent vs non-violent protest, etc.
“Should people, in general, punch Nazis?” Yes.
@anecdotesandelderthings
Justin Trudeau takes a stand against Trump’s Muslim ban
President Donald Trump’s ban on refugees is debuting with a lot of criticism — particularly because it discriminates on the basis of religion.
As a result, world leaders are responding with pledges to step up with initiatives to resettle refugees, while reiterating their countries’ commitment to take in refugees from around the globe no matter their faith.
The first response came from right on the United States’ northern border: Canadian Prime Minster Justin Trudeau took to Twitter Saturday afternoon and said Canada would not be discriminating on the basis of a refugee’s religion. Read more.
#justiceformuslims
Someone once told me the definition of hell; on your last day on earth, the person you could have become will meet the person you became.
ah; the idea that others shake about. what if they had taken that class more seriously, if they had loved more fiercely, if they had driven themselves to the bone for their dreams rather than live in complacency.
when i meet her tonight, she will be just my mental illness, the way she’s always been. beautiful and perfect and thin. she shows up in every two-a.m to torture me. she is who creates effortlessly, who isn’t a financial burden, who never scratched the car, who never let her life spiral out of control, who was adult by the age of ten. she is exactly what i’ve always seen, every day, reflected somewhere in a looking glass in my brain; the girl i should be. the better friend. my enemy.
she is not unfamiliar. it’s good to know i’d be successful. it’s good to see me smile like that. it’s good she’s happy. she says she has everything. never lost herself in the dark like i did. never got her wires crossed; never spent too much time on bad things and not enough on survival. was always effortless, woke up and felt rested.
and i think four years ago i would have screamed at her but today when i see her it’s okay. i ask her if it’s been fun and she says of course, because she’s done all the things i was too anxious for. it’s okay. i’m glad she didn’t suffer like that. i’m glad she’s got it all wrapped up in a tiny blue box.
but i didn’t. i didn’t. there are things, small precious things that no one else will ever understand - and they are what you keep when you have pulled yourself from the darkness. they are the rainbow spill of a puddle the first time you felt like you were back in your body. the soft touch of the first person you realized you could cry on the shoulder of. the gentle hiss of tea, or the running of shower water, or the one moment on a tuesday where it was kind-of okay. these gasps of air that come bursting into a life so empty. it’s hard to explain the quality of a moment that’s finally normal. it’s hard to explain why normal is important.
she doesn’t have that. she doesn’t know what it’s like to pull yourself out of it. never found solace in a strange thing. never found love where there was no love to give. never scraped herself up and kept walking no matter how badly all the pieces fit. these small intangible victories that no one else will ever understand the strength needed to finally be winning.
she’s always here. she’s always here and better and smarter and more focused and ambitious and generous and all the things i should be.
but i could also be dead. i could be a tombstone. i could be curled up in a room that never shuts the lights off, with no strings allowed. i could be tube-fed. i could be bloodstain, or dry rot, or much, much worse. i know i’m not her. but it’s a miracle i’m alive at the end of the day.
so it’s okay. i found my own way.
“If you fight fascists that makes you a fascist”
No??? In fact It’s the exact opposite???
If you don’t fight fascism, if you give it a platform, if you allow it to organize, if you remain neutral in the fight against fascism the you have completely betrayed those whom the fascists seek to oppress. You have betrayed them and you have sided with fascism.
This isn’t a fucking game and you don’t get to pretend that those who are trying to defend themselves against violence and oppression are as poisonous as those who are endeavoring to oppress them. You’ve either learned nothing from history or you haven’t got a damn lick of morality in you. Don’t like fascism? Fucking do something. Your inaction is not the moral high ground that you think it is.
I made this post at six am before going to bed and it has blown up a lil
Your inaction is not the moral high ground that you think it is.
