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[mah-e-kaamil]

vo ham-safar thā magar us se ham-navā.ī na thī

ki dhuup chhāñv kā aalam rahā judā.ī na thī

kabhī ye haal ki donon men yak-dilī thī bahut

kabhī ye marhala jaise ki āshnā.ī na thī

-naseer turabi

[thevenusiandiva]

Nicki Minaj: Makes fun of Megan Thee Stallion for using alcohol as a way to cope with losing her mother and grandmother because Megan decided to do a collaboration with Cardi B.

Also Nicki Minaj: Married to a murderer and statutory rapist, associated and created music with a well known criminal and snitch, provides love and support to her sexually abusive older brother, and has discredited, harassed, and threatened her husband and brother's victims.

[lifewithkassie]

New Year, New Me

We’ve all heard that one before, amiright? Some of us have even said it. If you’re like me, you may have gone previous years feeling annoyed at that darling little phrase. Why even is that? I guess that’s a question I can only answer for myself – I can’t speak for us all. Maybe it’s because I’ve had many resolutions in past years only to let myself down by January 2nd. Maybe there’s some jealousy toward the people who were successful with their resolutions from last New Year and I knew they’d be successful once again with the new resolution they’ve proudly posted all over Facebook for themselves. Maybe I get irritated at the cliché of it all. Maybe it’s a little bit of all of those things, but the one thing they DO have in common? Those “reasons,” if we can even call them that – I see them more as excuses now – they’re all on me. I have no one to blame but myself for feeling any of those ways. Typing them out makes me feel even more petty and stupid, because admitting those things makes me seem like a terrible person. Perhaps you’re reading this now and can resonate with everything I’ve just said. If that’s the case, then I have good news for you: This year is different. For me. For you. For us.

 What makes this year different? This New Years Eve, for the first time in my life, I proudly proclaimed new year, new me. Did I post it all over Facebook for the world to see? No, but I also didn’t cringe at every post that I saw about how great 2018 was and how much better 2019 was going to be. Instead, I welcomed those posts with open arms. Seeing everyone uplifted and positive filled me with joy and made my heart happy. What inspired this change in me going into 2019, I can’t quite say; maybe there’s a certain maturity that comes with reaching the ripe old age of 24. But no matter what the cause, this is a change for the better that I can feel good about.

 (Before I get too ahead of myself, it’s entirely possible that my newfound positivity and burst of energy is riding on the high spectrum of the depression wave that I tend to ride. I’m telling myself that that is okay – I am going to ride it for as long as possible and if there’s a crash, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. That’s the end of this disclaimer. Thanks for letting me be honest with you.)

 If you’ve read this far into my rambling of thoughts, I know you’re probably thinking – “well, did you make a new year’s resolution or not?” In a way, I guess I did. And if you didn’t, you can too; it’s not too late. I’ll even let you steal mine. Are you ready?

In 2019, I’m choosing to be happy. For someone who ‘hated’ the cliché of it all, that seems a little hypocritical, don’t you think? That’s ok, too. I’m embracing the cliché. Say it one more time with me to really drive it home: In 2019, I’m choosing to be happy.

 Of course that’s easier said than done. Most things in life are. But I have made a very conscious decision to live this year for myself. I’m terrible at doing things for myself – maybe you can relate to that too. The depression wave I mentioned earlier? That comes with high and low tides of severe anxiety, as well. I am terrible at decision-making. I am terrible at even the mere thought of disappointing other people in my life. I am terrible at putting myself first. I live in a constant state of worrying what other people will think of my actions, my lifestyle, and me as a person in general. Sound familiar? I hope not. But if it does, welcome to 2019: the year of being honest with ourselves. The year that we stop envisioning the people we would like to be – 2019 is the year that we become that person for ourselves. Don’t you think we owe ourselves that much?

 So let’s talk about what’s making this year different for me.

 I’ve started this blog.

This is a huge step for me. I actually ~made~ this blog months ago with the intention of starting to post things that probably nobody actually cares about. The idea of someone actually reading this extensive word-vomit that I’ve just plucked from the ramblings in my brain is terrifying. I suppose that might be kind of the point; in a way, I’m killing two birds with one stone. Is there not a quote somewhere in the universe that says, “If it scares you, it’s probably worth doing”? I think that’s a thing, and this definitely scares me. On the flip side, word-vomiting this all out helps to make sense of the thoughts flying through my head. I have to give myself props for the balance of it all. While it’d be cool if someone did read this and maybe even took something away from it, this blog is largely for myself and I have made the decision to try and post one blog weekly. That shouldn’t be too difficult, right? Stay tuned.

 I bought a fancy planner.

Yes, I know, lots of people buy planners. Some people use them, some people don’t. I absolutely fall into the category of people who buy fancy planners and do not use them. But what’s our new motto? This year is different. I’ve already sat down and filled my January section with all of my appointments, important birthdays, and even my meal prep for the entire month. Which brings me to the next item on the list…

 I’m eating clean.

This is something I yo-yo with more than I’d like to admit over the course of the year. Sometimes I have stretches where I am super good about it, and then there are other (much longer) stretches where I eat like an asshole on the regular. I am by no means going to go crazy and plunge my body into ketosis or become vegan overnight [zero hate for the awesome people who live those valid lifestyles], but I am going to be much more conscious of the way I treat my body. That means things like getting all of my veggies in during the day, drinking plenty of water (but not too much, because that is a ~thing~ I struggle with – do not judge me), and of course…

 I’m taking my fitness seriously.

I love going to the gym. Honestly, I’m not just saying that. But much like my eating habits, I’m just not very consistent. Chalk it up to laziness or…well, no, laziness is pretty much the only thing I can think to blame it on. Regardless, I have been going to the gym since my high school years. This year, however, I am making it a point to be consistent. Like I said earlier, I’m being very self-aware in the way that I treat my body these days and, let’s just be truthful here, my body is overwhelmingly happier when I exercise. That’s a simple fact that some of us tend to blissfully ignore or lie to ourselves about. But c’mon – exercise releases endorphins, endorphins make you feel happy, and in 2019 we’re choosing to be happy. Remember?

 There you have it. Maybe I didn’t post my resolution or my goals to Facebook for family and friends to see, but I did just lay them all out for you here. (Maybe not all of them, I’m sure more small goals will pop up. It is only January 1st, after all.) Getting back to the idea of this whole blogging thing – if you’ve made it this far, I truly thank you. I thought writing this would be difficult, and instead the words just kept flowing until here we are, so many words later. I haven’t yet decided what the focus of my blog posts will be about. Truthfully, I can’t promise that they will follow any sort of theme. But I’ll tell you what, I will make it a point to keep you updated on this resolution of mine throughout the year. I did say that I’d like to post at least once a week, though, so I better start thinking up more topics pretty quickly. I’ll come up with something else that probably nobody actually cares about, I promise.

 One more time before I wrap this up:

In 2019, we are choosing to be happy.

 Don’t forget it. Write it on your bathroom mirror or tape it to the front of your fridge. If we say it enough, maybe we can at least trick ourselves into believing it.

  Talk to you soon.

K

[p0ur4-chris]

Gritos Borrados De Silêncio

O silêncio ecoa

- Na verdade, grita.

Mas não consigo entender esse turbilhão de sons de imagens borradas. Está meio embaçado, é muita água salgada que se prende no parapeito. É muita voz encravada na garganta e o grito sai assim, preenchido de estática e silêncio.

Através do oblíquo das gotas, percebo as lembranças que se arrematam uma a uma. Vem como ondas, uma após outra por entre os tragos perdidos da noite, o cricrilar das vozes de pessoas que já se ausentaram a muito tempo. Escolheram partir e partiu-se, assim, parte de mim.

As que se aproximam, vem sedentas em um copo que já nem me lembro se já não despedaçou em cacos tão finos quanto a areia e sendo levados pela maresia. Por entre as lembranças, acho que tem uma que acredito que me mostre eu tomando o que restava. Foi o suficiente. Veio como um baque certamente incerto me atordoando os sentidos e fazendo rugir o mar revolto aqui dentro. Era para anestesiar tudo, mas no fim das contas, fez jorrar de dentro esse maremoto produzido pelas incertezas e pelas ausências.

De tanto disso e daquilo, de tantos aleatórios balanços, o barco quase virou. É um susto aqui e acolá, isso porque a tempestade ainda não resolveu entrar. Mas nada posso afirmar, tudo está meio embaçado nessa janela, mas não sei se pela respiração ofegante ou da chuva que se espreme aqui dentro. Mas, respiro?

É muito sacolejo, são muitas vozes ecoando ao mesmo tempo. O som estridente de quase um apito mostra que algo aconteceu. Final do primeiro round? Ou é fim de jogo? Sei nem se consegui jogar. Coloquei algumas cartas na mesa, mas o resultado? A Deus dará, pois quem jogava comigo, saiu. Se foi sorrindo, não consegui ver. Estava tudo embaçado na hora que percebi se levantar. Levou consigo, ao passar pela porta, os momentos que a calada da noite abrigou. Foi como se nunca tivesse existido, mas existiu, porque doeu.

Não consigo olhar para a porta que dá direto para o convés, nem para ver se a deixou aberta. Só sei que no outro cômodo, vi uma bagunça montada. É o palco de outras vidas que trincou algumas pessoas que não devia. Isso martelou no peito, mas mais uma vez eu não pude fazer nada, pois a vista já marejada, se prendeu no escuro do piscar. Tentava em vão limpara a própria janela interna da última partida.

Respiro fundo e naquele momento descubro que ainda respiro, meio falhado, aos sôfregos do balanço do navio, mas não é o suficiente. Ainda está escuro, porque, se abrir, sei que ainda estará borrado. Sinto na pele, escorrendo quente pelo rosto e salgando os lábios.

Partidas não são meu forte. Ainda mais quando eu sabia das regras e resolvi jogar. Partidas não são meu forte, pois no final, sou eu quem saio partido. Eu sei as regras, mas não consigo jogar com os outros, pois, partidas... não são... o meu forte. Nem sei se a partida chegou ao fim, mas partiu. Foi lá, naquele outro barco que mais afunda do que navega. O meu? Certamente ainda é seguro, porque me seguro. Pelo menos eu acho. Só é meio escuro aqui e acolá. Sacoleja um pouco, mas sei que não vai virar. Até nome tem, RESILIÊNCIA. É o que me resta, paciência. Mesmo que seja o que menos tenho. O que eu sinto em letras e palavras eu desenho. Tento ao menos, mas sai assim, meio borrado, cheio de gritos do silêncio.

[perverse-editions]

Qué eres?

A veces olvido que no eres mío, que lo que hay entre nosotros no es un contrato de ningún tipo, que no tengo derecho a desearte más.

Pero mon cher, cada día me gustas más, cómo hablas, cómo muestras tu inteligencia, el hermoso y confundido ser que eres llamando la atención de todos a tu alrededor.

Dime, alguna vez piensas en mí? Avísame si he leído mal las señales. Te confundo? Yo pienso que sí, pero ninguno de los dos sabe cómo rendirse primero ante el otro...

[contradictionofday-blog]

#poem #instapoet #instapoetry #originalpoetry #originaltext #text #thought #poetsofinstagram #poetrywriting #writing #foodforsoul #photo #writer #poet #thinker #dailypoems #dailythought #poetryoftheday #poetrycommunity #contradicion #contradictionofday A. https://www.instagram.com/p/BssCtiVhkC3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8b3e1ip7f6km

[nekoemogoticaworld]

Oque está acontecendo ?

https://m.extra.globo.com/noticias/extra-extra/irma-de-marielle-relata-agressao-verbal-por-apoiadores-de-bolsonaro-23140281.html

https://www.google.com.br/amp/s/www.pragmatismopolitico.com.br/2018/10/reporter-da-band-apoiadores-bolsonaro.html/amp

https://www.google.com.br/amp/amp.brasil247.com/pt/247/sp247/327698

https://www.google.com.br/amp/s/www.opovo.com.br/noticias/brasil/2018/10/homem-que-matou-a-facadas-artista-apos-discussao-nao-demonstra-arrepen.amp.html

https://www.noticiasaominuto.com.br/justica/662434/apos-matar-homossexual-em-curitiba-suspeito-grita-viva-bolsonaro

Uma grande onda de violência e intolerância está vindo dos seguidores daquele homem ;e esses são apenas alguns dos 50 casos que aconteceram ,e cada dia esse número cresce mais ...

Estou com medo do que pode acontecer comigo , com a minha família e com todos os meus amigos Lgbts

A great wave of violence and intolerance is coming from the followers of that man, and these are just some of the 50 cases that have happened, and every day that number grows more ...

I'm afraid of what can happen to me, to my family and to all my friends Lgbts

[nekoemogoticaworld]

Desabafo de uma brasileira

Eu sou brasileira.

Infelizmente eu vivo em um país corrupto,machista ,racista e homofobico.

Hoje ,vendo o resultado das eleições,chorei ,assim como muitos que eu conheço .

Choramos pelos nossos direitos

que correm o risco de não existirem mais

Choramos pelos LGBTS ,que por ele são "falta de apanhar"

Choramos pelas mulheres ,que para ele são "fraquejadas"

Feministas ?

Ele e seus eleitores nos retratam pior que animais

Choramos pelos pobres;que à alma para os patrões e barões agora vão entregar.

Nós, opositores fomos pintados como monstros

Vilões

Eles mal percebem que o real vilão

Está prestes à ganhar as eleições

I am Brazilian.

Unfortunately I live in a corrupt, sexist, racist and homophobic country.

today, observing the results of the elections, I cried

we claim our rights

that there is no more

we cry for LGBTS, which for him are lack of "spanking"

we cry for the women, who for him are "weak"

we weep for the poor, who will be delivered to the lions of hunger and misery

we opponents were painted as monsters

villains

they barely realize that the real villain is about to win the elections