UNWORThY @skywarrior23 - Tumblr Blog

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game

cocainejuul

I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon

importantpics

girlmostlikely

ENOUGH WITH THE PROTEIN MARKETING! PROTEIN POPCORN THIS PROTEIN WATER THAT NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS 50G OF PROTEIN OK. WHERE IS THE FIBER. WHERE IS IT. WHERE IS IT?????

kimreesesdaughter

I just left a plantation tour in Louisiana. I have a lot to say…

purplechocolatekisses

SAY IT!

kimreesesdaughter

I honestly thought I knew everything about slavery. Not so.

The owner of this particular plantation had it built by slaves for 3 years. Every brick was handmade. Over 120,000 bricks on 2,000+ acres of land (this place was huge.) The clay used for the bricks came from the Mississippi River. The majority of the slaves are buried under the Levees and water. Some are buried with their Masters. Not allowed to live with them but could be dead with them.

Before you enter the house, there’s a list of slaves who lived here including their age and how much they were purchased for. 124 total. Some slaves were worth as little as $25. As young as 5 years old.

On this particular plantation, the owner was big on punishment…he used noise making neck restraints. Imagine three 4lb balls around your neck with bells inside. Children were restrained by ankle locks that connected between their ankles.

This was a sugar cane plantation, one the worst practices to involve slaves because of its danger. A lot of slaves were decapitated, amputees and killed from the fields and machinery. A lot of kids lost their lives creating sugar. Speaking of children, a child stood in the living room and operated the fan with a string while guests ate dinner. As young as 3 years old.

Here’s what shook me even further: Before the Civil War, a lot of slave owners were going in debt and could not afford their properties and were not producing enough cotton and sugar to maintain their lifestyles. Slaves were used as HUMAN CREDIT CARDS. Slaves were a guaranteed line of credit. You could get HALF of your property’s value depending on how many healthy and able slaves you owned.

My people were human credit cards and lines of credit to BANKS. We were property. We were labeled as equipment and nothing more.

There is no such thing as a good slave owner. They owned my PEOPLE and used them as checks and balances. This cycle continues with prison and brutality. I do not want to hear shit about “Why can only Black people say this or that?” I don’t want to hear shit about “we’re all human.”

And by the way, not one of those slaves are at rest. Those spirits were so alive, you could feel their presence, their pain and someday, their revenge.

kimreesesdaughter

The front of the house and yard. This plantation was huge. Just thinking about my ancestors tending to all this land…

SOME of the enslaved names, ages, race and purchase price.

The living room.

Interior.

The dining room. That piece hanging above the table is ORIGINAL to the house. That’s the fan that a slave as young as 3 years old had to operate manually with a string.

The view from the balcony in the main hallway. This is how they looked over the slaves while they worked in the yard.

*sigh* Names of the enslaved that occupied the shacks. Children included. Their names are written inside one of the shacks. I’m not sure if there are other names inside other shacks because I could only handle 2. After I saw the punishment equipment, I left.

Slave Shacks. These are NOT the original shacks. These were built to imitate them.

Slaves for Sale Ads.

The landscape of Slavery throughout the United States in 1860. JUST 1860. Let that sink in.

Note: The last time the home was OWNED by a Louisiana citizen was 1972. This is her original bedroom, her lipstick is STILL on the dresser. This is why the house has been updated since slavery times because it was occupied up until 1972. Regardless, this used to be where house slaves slept.

yourlocalforeign-deactivated202

This really fuckin happened, don’t let white people tell you that it’s in the past & to let it go.

one-time-i-dreamt

Through the power of sheer will, I reset the world back to 2015

one-time-i-dreamt

greencreekwolf

i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that

magicratfingers

did u know u could just draw bad and nothing happens did u know that

passionpeachy

“eldritch horror beyond your comprehension” and it’s just a generic monster with tentacles and eyes

passionpeachy

girl I’m comprehending you pretty easily you’re gonna have to try harder than that

audioexorcisms

bees-pees

felt like drawing somefin joyful

funpression

sometimes you dont eat fruit for awhile and then you eat some fruit and you're like oh fuck its fruit

hat-stack

credit to @salamanding, I feel like the masses need to know about this

raining-ash

I struggle SO MUCH with the "autism makes me feel like what I'm feeling right now is actually how I always felt and how I'll always feel" it's ridiculous.

Like. I'd be laying in my bed at night, and since I'm tired I'll be like "I should give up and cancel all of my life projects actually" because I don't feel like doing this RIGHT NOW in this exact moment, and I'll be depressed about it

It's exhausting. Does anyone have any tips regarding this?

kunosoura

I think it’s normal for people to be mad at each other sometimes even if they’re close friends or family or intimate with each other. Like I think that’s a normal and healthy part of relationships that can happen sometimes

kunosoura

“Why were you on Mad At Me island” because at the time I was mad at you and yet our friendship has weathered that without trouble

tiredragedemon

I went to Mad At You island because my feelings are my problem. I needed to stomp down the beach until I could sit and watch the sunrise. I built a sandcastle and did some thinking. Then I boarded the good ship You Matter To Me and sailed it all the way to meet you on the Let’s Talk Shore of I Love You Island.