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Fuuuuuuuuuuck thank you Iâm just gonna put this in my pocket to use for the rest of my life.
The second girl at least read the book to confirm that it was shit, she even had Capote on deck as backup. Chick 1 is just lazy
Nope. Girl 2 saw that Girl 1â˛s absolutely accurate analysis was being shut down just because it wasnât stated in an intellectual way (in spite of its validity). So Girl 2 reinforced Girl 1â˛s opinions in solidarity and made sure that it was absolutely clear that Girl 1 was factually correct. WITHOUT taking credit for her observations (âkim is rightâ instead of âActually, kimâ) Â
Girls supporting Girls.Â
Girls not letting other girls be treated poorly.
You know what? This actually isnât funny at all because this really does happen. Baby boomers canât afford to retire; thatâs a big part of why millennials canât find jobs in their fields. And if they lose their jobs (which can mean a variety of things, including their companies finding an excuse to fire them so they donât have to pay anything for their retirement, which happened to my uncle and 5 people he worked with over one year), they arenât as desirable because theyâre retirement-age. The world has changed a lot since they got jobs they thought were supposed to be secure, and now their old strategies that used to work for finding a job donât work anymore and they donât know what does work. So a lot are desperate; I recently talked to a woman who had to be in at least her mid-60s who was begging on a street corner because she was replaced by a younger person and lost her job of 18 years, and itâs not the first time Iâve heard a story like that. A lot of people who were never rich to begin with lost a lot in the 2008 financial crisis and never fully recovered. Baby boomers didnât all just magically become financially secure as they got older.
This generation war bullshit is 100% manufactured to keep our anger misdirected. Itâs not baby boomers screwing over millennials. Itâs rich capitalists of every living generation screwing over baby boomers, their parents, gen x-ers, millennials, and gen z-ers all at once and all in different ways. And if we collectively realize that weâre not enemies and that we actually have a common cause with common enemies, itâll be really bad for the people doing this to us, which is why theyâre pushing the generation war thing so hard.
^ wisdom on Tumblr. Thatâs rare.
Show some respect, people.
THANK YOU
The story of Balto is interesting. He led a team of sled dogs across the Alaskan wilderness in the dead of winter with diphtheria antitoxins to stop an outbreak in Nenana Alaska. Diphtheria is a deadly infectious disease that could wipe out a third of a townâs population. It is mostly unknown to the public today because of vaccines. Baltoâs body is preserved in the Cleveland Museum of Natural History.
Heâs a big hero of mine!
Letâs not forget Togo! Who, at 12 years old during the serum run, lead his team 200 miles through much more dangerous conditions during the first leg of the journey before Balto ran the last 55-mile stretch.
Togo and Balto didnât bust their asses for dying children for you to turn around and not vaccinate your damn kids
Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivorâs guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they werenât at your school?
Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasnât the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides âlocks, lights, out of sight,â nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachersâ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshotsâit a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that youâre the oldest, you know youâll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police wonât be able to tell your parents if youâre safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you donât worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You donât use the bathroom during classes because you donât want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things youâre sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless weâre actively screaming for it. Have you considered weâre too scared?
The absolute fuck. The fuck did I just read. This sounds like dystopian fiction. The fucking fuck.
It isnât. This is 100% the reality of all American children - not the ones that live in bad neighborhoods, not the ones that make bad choices, ALL OF THEM.
Welcome to America.
This reminds me of a discussion we had in one of my classes the other day-
My professor was describing how everyone from her generation had the same nightmare of a nuke going off. In they dream they all saw the same mushroom cloud and everything. She said that she didnât think my generation had a dream like that; one that everyone shared and had
For a while none of us could disagree with her. Until this popped up. I raised my hand and mentioned that everyone I knew had an active shooter dream at one point or another. And Every. Single. Person. Nodded. All of us had that dream. All of us.
Pretty telling, huh?
The mere notion that highschool children might have survivorâs guilt is sickening
Fear is not consent
tbh girls are so nice
thank you to all of the girls whoâve ever given me their last hair elastic thank you to all the girls iâve ever danced with at parties bc i wanted to dance but no one else was dancing also thanks to all the girls whoâve genuinely complimented me while passing me by thanks for baking me pies and giving me cool nail polish and plants and just overall being positive and supportive you are truly loved and appreciated and youâre a gift to this cruel world
jenny slate / two, sleeping at last / an oresteia, euripidies (trans. anne carson) / the chaos of stars, kiersten white
All three heroinesÂ
and a prince
moodboard:Â amani alâhiza | blue-eyed bandit (rebel of the sands)
âyou are this country, amani. more alive than anything ought to be in this place. all fire and gunpowder, with one finger always on the trigger.â
âI was a desert girl. I thought I knew heat. I was wrong.â â Alwyn Hamilton, Rebel of the Sands
Small things that exude Big-Dick Energy:
when a guy drives calmly and safely
when they cook so competently and unself-conscious and focused on making the food
when a man rolls up button-ups to his elbows
when their eyes become softer when looking at you
Being kind
Speaking passionately about pretty much anything
stretching all casual-like
the act of loosening the necktie
I think itâd be rather exciting to meet a pirate.
#pirates of the caribbean was kind of a formative influence #and nothing about these movies so much as herâsnarling selfish sea-hungry pirate king #sometimes I rewatch the first movie and laugh to myself about how little it understood her and will; how it tried to convince us #that will was the pirate because he was chasing after her; and pirates are obsessed with treasure #when elizabeth spends the first movie chasing freedom and the next two chasing him; chasing her freedom; chasing war; chasing the world #her wedding was interrupted and she held the man responsible at gunpoint until he gave her letters of pardon #she was mistaken for a sea goddess and accepted it without question; she led an army to war as though it were her due #and she did it all without ever apologizing for the lives she takes or the lies she tells and when she betrays sparrow with a kiss #he hisses âpirateâ because what else could she be
Far away, Long ago, Glowing dim as an ember, Things my heart used to know, Things it yearns to remember And a song someone sings
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