trying on a metaphor
untitled
Janaina Medeiros
RMH
Origami Around
almost home
đȘŒ
oozey mess
Love Begins
JVL
I'd rather be in outer space đž
h
$LAYYYTER
occasionally subtle
if i look back, i am lost
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
titsay
wallacepolsom
Stranger Things
romaâ
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Belarus
seen from Ukraine
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@sleepingwithyourmother
i love when people lie to me because i can always tell and it feels so good to know that people think im stupid but actually iâm big brain. like you think i canât tell youâre lying because i pretend to understand, but weâre both liars so it doesnât matter. i know your secrets and you donât know that i know them. you can lie and act as much as you like but i know you.
i think it's funny when a character is almost exclusively referred to by their last name by other people and this carries over into their internal monologue when someone writes from their pov. not even on a first name basis with herself
we must love one another more than they hate us.
I see no way else to survive this. If we do not love one another more than we hate them, what theyâve done and are continuing to do to us, they will outlive us. We must outlive our enemies. We outlive them by actively loving one another more than they could ever actively hate + seek to destroy us. We must love one another more than they hate us.
solidarity is not transaction, it is a vow & this is what I mean by âlovingâ one another. not a romantic, sexual or even familial love. it is a love defined by a vow to fight for freedom, an understanding that our freedom depends on one anothers. my freedom depends on yours and yours depends on mine.
ohhhhhh so the text âi need spaceâ was a break up text i did not know that
TLDR: this white queer person tried to hold other white queer people accountable for their racism and they DID NOT LIKE THAT
itâs not that i want to kill myself i just need to know what im doing wrong so i can fix it before my inevitable doom
i want to scream and cry and throw up but yknow im just overreacting right? my feelings are meaningless? i mean yea my stomach hurts so much i was crying in pain earlier before taking some pain meds and it still hurts like hell but yknow im just dramactic let me stop worrying you.
!!Daily reminder!!
Trans men are NOT your enemy
Trans women are NOT your enemy
Transmascs are NOT your enemy
Transfems are NOT your enemy
Non-binary people are NOT your enemy
Intersex people are NOT your enemy
People who use xenogenders are NOT your enemy
People who use neopronouns are NOT your enemy
People who use microlabels are NOT your enemy
Gender-non-conforming people are NOT your enemy
And if you think that a specific group of trans people or gnc people or any"the enemy", you're just wrong. No group of trans people is the reason for the hate cast towards us, and saying so is transphobic.
It is not trans people's fault for transphobia.
Please don't ignore my message. It may be my family's only chance.
My name is Ameera, and I am a mother from Gaza.
Before the war, I had dreams like everyone else. I wanted to finish my education, build a peaceful home with my husband, and give our daughter a beautiful future.
Instead, the war took everything.
Our home was destroyed. My husband was injured. We lost our safety, our stability, and the life we spent years dreaming about. Every day has become a struggle to find the basics our little daughter needs.
I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance to survive.
I cannot create a donation campaign by myself, and that is why I am reaching out to you. If you know how to create a trusted fundraising page, or if you are willing to sponsor one for my family, please contact me.
You may be the only person who sees this message and has the ability to change our lives.
Please don't keep scrolling.
If you cannot help us directly, please share our story. One share can reach someone who can.
Every moment matters. Every act of kindness matters. Every person who stands with us gives my family another reason to keep hoping.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for giving my daughter a chance at a future.
#gazavetters
This Fourth of July, I ask that you support Native Hawaiian independence.
The Kingdom of Hawaiâi was illegally overthrown with the help of American businessmen and we have suffered under the iron grip of America.
Our land is simply seen as a vacation spot, my people are simply seen as tour guides and hula dancers. We have had our culture, our history, and our people turned into a commercialized joke by America.
The rampant tourism kills our islands with endless hotels, attractions and overcrowding. The housing and living costs are out of control because of the false âparadiseâ narrative. The Navy poisons our water and destroys our land. Covid has killed so many of my people due to the reckless and selfish nature of tourists. I have lost loved ones to this virus, because tourists âcouldnât stay awayâ.
My people have suffered. I have suffered.
We are more than your vacation. We are more than an aesthetic.
We are a sovereign nation illegally occupied by the United States of America.
Restore Hawaiâi to Hawaiians. End the American Occupation.
See the links below to learn more and to read up on your Hawaiian history.
Americans overthrow Hawaiian monarchy | HISTORY
Hawaiian scholar Dr. Jonathan Kay Kamakawiwoʻole Osorio explains the movement asking the United States to return the lands taken during a 18
âÄina Momona is a Native Hawaiian led community organization dedicated to environmental sustainability, food security and resilience, and so
The United States Navy has a history of terrorism in Hawaiʻi (and throughout the world). In 1940 the Navy started to build the Red Hill Fuel
The latest number brings the statewide total since the start of the pandemic to 308,695.
a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me
like "it's rotten work" "not to me not if it's you" actually sometimes it's still rotten work. even if it's you. and i'd still do it a million times over
"I want my media to be historically accurate"
Cool, so you want natural fiber costumes with no/nuanced corset slander, people wearing colors, historical hairstyles, people wearing hats or headcoverings and long sleeves outside during the day, no potatoes or pumpkins in pre-columbian Europe, actors with textured skin and wrinkles, minimal makeup, consulting HEMA groups and weapons scholars for all the weapons and fight scenes, a good soundtrack that includes traditional instruments?
Oh, you mean you want 100% white people. Even in crowd scenes in port cities. There's a different word for that.
my new thing is saying âiâm just a bugâ instead of âim just a girl/boyâ because i lowkey donât fw gender so me bug
ao3 you are my everything
A witch puts a spell on a girl, a sleeping spell that promises the girl shall wake through true loveâs kiss. Men come and kiss her. She slumbers. Women come and press their lips to hers, but still she sleeps. Many years past, and the girl remains still. One bright morning, Â a lost little boy finds her resting spot and clears the dust and grime from her face. He offers her a kiss on her forehead, and her eyes flutter open. She never feels romantic love for a man nor a woman, and she cares for the boy until the day she dies.
A young woman is imprisoned in a castle by a monstrously formed prince. The servants of the castle hope for them to fall in love, and when the spell is broken they assume their prayers have been answered. They are all surprised, but nonetheless pleased, when it is revealed to them that the young woman and prince are the truest of friends, and nothing more.
They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen, a woman who is incapable of loving. She is unmarried, she has no consorts, and she wishes for no partner. She is the wretched queen, the heartless queen. She must hate her daughter, for her daughter is beautiful, and women are incapable of liking another woman whoâs prettier than themselves. It must be for this reason that the princess was sent away, not for how she was attacked by a man in the woods. They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen because she cannot love. The queen loves her daughter, and that is enough for them both.
There lives a prince who is forced to choose a bride at the ball. He meets many beautiful women, but find none which he loves. He spies one in a gorgeous gown and wonder in her eyes, and he dances with her all night long. The kingdom is sure he has found his bride. When the clock strikes midnight he tells her how he will never love a woman, or a man, in the way he is expected to. The beautiful woman smiles and tells him she expects nothing from him. The next morning the prince and the beautiful woman are missing, having run off together to see the world. They leave their shoes behind in their haste.
Many kinds of love exist. It doesnât all have to be romantic.
Many kinds of love
exist. It doesnât all have
to be romantic.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
the love that overflows over your heart is so strong itâs burning you. your lungs are struggling for air. your stomach is turning into itself. your body is eating away at all that is not good, even if it is necessary. does it burn? or is it cold? you feels everything so boldly that it hurts your body. if you were to die, do you think the love would spread into the air? go in to everyoneâs lungs to breathe? or would it go into the dirt? would it supply the grass the nutrients it needs? or would it drain into the water? would all who drink from the tainted river be radicalized?
