to protect and to punish

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the vigilante. I clean up messes like you.”

[phoebebridgersgarden]

‘Kyoto’, Phoebe Bridgers

[typodescript]

[id text: i’m gonna kill you / if you don’t beat me to it /end id]

[countyroadc]

Chicago at 3am

[crushsuggestions]

are you a suggestion blog??

are you still hanging on???

reblog this with your url and i’ll make a post with every surviving blog <3

[vigilantesuggestion]

the revolution won’t be televised, but you bet your ass they’ll try to make money off of it. slap on a rainbow, a fist, a slogan that we created — they’ll charge you an obscene price to wear your pride, but you’re just giving money back to the jackasses at the top. support your fellow fighters. buy their products. not the mass-produced, over-priced bullshit made by the very people we’re fighting.

[gajahdalamruangan]

don’t let your activism be performative only.

[vigilantesuggestion]

think of a monster — you name it, i’ve been it.

[overwroughtsuggestions]

To every mindreader that’s seen my thoughts: I’m sorry.

[oldtimequality-deactivated20190]

[fierysuggestion]

set your past on fire and leave

[femcassidy]

due to personal reasons i will be performing vigilante justice 

[wadey-wilson]

I fight for what’s right.

[darcylindbergh]

the thing about everything is that it all gets easier with practice, so be careful what you practice 

[hopepunk-suggestions]

i have fire on my side and revolution in my eyes.

[inaudiblesuggestions]

a bleeding heart makes you easy prey

[vindictive-suggestion]

And I asked him:

“Martyr, do you regret it?”

[martyrsuggestion]

And he replied:

“Nike, My body that hangs,

still does not regret the toil.

Worn palms and callus feet;

these do not regret the soil,

ingrained and stained in crease.

Nike, I regret the bodies in my path.

The bodies born with callus,

born with worn palms and tired feet.

I regret the blood shed like rivers.

I do not regr et how mines flowed freely;

I do not regret my crown of rags and thorn,

I do not regret those that hate me.

Man is not born to loved;

Man is not born to struggle;

and yet he must strive too exist from one,

and too posses the other. “

And he asked:

“Nike, do you regret my struggle?”

[theseekersuggestions]

child of fire, you burn without purpose, soon there will be nothing left for you to consume

[hopepunk-suggestions]

we all have a fire burning in us; some of us just choose to forge from it.

[thexfiles]

i want to be soft again but i have so much anger in me