Emancipate yourself from mental slavery

One. Three. One. Two.

[humansoflatecapitalism]

[vagabondwench]

[viinnttaaggee]

[5tn]

[be-up-in-arms]

Er mag es nicht, wenn Frauen viel Make-Up benutzen. Er mag es nicht, wenn sie ihre Akne überdecken. Er will nicht getäuscht werden. Er benutzt das Wort „Mogelpackung“. Er ist der Meinung, dass man mit Make-Up extreme Veränderungen erzeugen kann. Er fordert, dass Frauen mit Akne diese nicht überschminken. Er findet, Frauen sollten generell lieber kein Make-Up benutzen. Männer erst recht nicht. Er will nicht ein Produkt auspacken und sehen, dass etwas anderes drin ist. Er findet mich hübsch. Er weiß anscheinend nicht, dass ich Concealer, Lidschatten, Wimperntusche, Eyeliner, Augenbrauenstift, Augenbrauenpuder, Flüssig-Make-Up, Gesichtspuder, Rouge und Lippenstift trage. Er findet, Frauen sollten keine Push-Up-BHs tragen. Er findet das gemein. Er ist aus dem Konzept gebracht, als ich ihm erzähle, dass ich früher gern Push-Ups getragen habe. Er hatte mich nicht für so eine gehalten. Er ist noch verstörter, als ich ihm erzähle, dass ich manchmal Sport-BHs aus optischen Gründen trage. Er lebt in einer Welt, in der das Verhalten von Frauen immer darauf ausgerichtet sein muss, dass sie Männern gefallen. Er fragt mich, ob ich mich mit meinem Körper wohlfühle, um sich gleich darauf über Frauen aufzuregen, die das nicht tun. Er findet magersüchtige Frauen „verrückt“. Er benutzt „fett“ als Synonym für „hässlich“. Er ist Student. Er ist links. Er ist ein ganz normaler Typ.

[fuzilei]

[calimarikid]

Janis Joplin

Piece of My Heart

[funerismortis]

Siberian people eating raw meat and drinking blood. ❤

[dlma-me-deactivated20240511]

[mrs-brain]

I’m a bit afraid of going back because I don’t want to lose this freedom. When I’m back I’m also back in this senseless life. Not that the life is senseless but the way everything is working and everybody is living.

To be alone in a group of people.

Do you know what i mean?

You look at all those empty faces with eyes that totally lost their dreams and never saw the beauty of the earth.

It’s a life where we do things we don’t like, buy stuff, make money and are crowded with stuff we don’t need. And lost totally the sense of living because we are distracted by it in these fast society.

[cameronsdiary]

[616px-deactivated20191113]

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[tiffanysnooks-stephanie]

[photography-cnl]

Did you know,  you can quit your job,  you can leave university?  You aren’t legally required to have a degree,  it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law,  and no one is holding a gun to your head.  You can sell your house,  you can give up your apartment,  you can even sell your vehicle,  and your things that are mostly unnecessary.  You can see the world on a minimum wage salary,  despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job.  You can leave your friends  (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends)  and make new ones on the road.  You can leave your family.  You can depart from your hometown,  your country, your culture, and everything you know.  You can sacrifice.  You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee,  you can give up air conditioning,  frequent consumption of new products.  You can give up eating out at restaurants  and prepare affordable meals at home,  and eat the leftovers too,  instead of throwing them away.  You can give up cable TV,  Internet even.  This list is endless.  You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers.  You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you.  You can triumph over your fears,  by conquering your mind.  You can take risks.  And most of all,  you can travel.  You just don’t want it enough.  You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more.  This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most,  but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel.  You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country,  with five malnourished children to feed.  You probably live in a first world country.  You have a roof over your head,  and food on your plate.  You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer.  You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India,  the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco,  because if you can afford to live in a first world country,  you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries,  you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country.  So please say to me,  “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”,  not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”,  because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t.  You can, however, only live once, and for me,  the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world  is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck,  or material wealth, or pleasing society.  Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires,  but know that you can travel,  you’re only making excuses for why you can’t.  And if it makes any difference,  I have never met anyone who has quit their job,  left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it.  None.  Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling,  who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success,  who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

— Susanna-Cole King

[interrogado]

[butikeephavingdreams]

The Beatles in Tula. The fence belongs to the prison.

[5tn]

[coral]