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I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.
Thanks to whoever tried, but I knew they'd never allow it.
Let's do it the old fashioned way. Spread it far and wide.
Reminder: you can't be the whole wall against stopping fascism by yourself. Nobody can. But you damn sure can be a brick.
There's a lot of good comments and tags in the notes, but this one is very important, I feel like it deserves some emphasis.
Part of how authoritarianism works is telling you that you can't stop it. And you can't stop it by yourself. But it wants to stop the train of thought there and let you fall into despair.
You need to remember the next part: you don't have to stop it by yourself.
You're not alone. Take care of your community and let your community take care of you. Supporting each other is so vital.
Don't you fucking dare compare TikTok to Vine. ITS NOT THE SAME THING
Vine went away cuz it couldn't afford to stay active
TikTok went away because congress RIPPED it away from us. It let to many activist groups connect faster than ever before; it let too many voices of dissent be heard louder than ever before; and most importantly it was more popular than Facebook, Twitter( cuz fuck that X bullshit), and instagram.
I understand losing both of these platforms hurt, I was alive for vine's death to. But don't let yourself be fooled into a falce equivalence.
Vine died
TikTok was murdered.
heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver
A true friend is seen in times of need...
Hey so do y'all understand how revolutionary this is, if this really is what the video indicates, and it probably is since the other horseshoe crab left the moment the problem was resolved.
All of those times when humans desperately tried portraying arthropods as nothing more than mindless, worthless, inferior automata are being obliterated with the power of a thousand suns (as they should) because this horseshoe crab demonstrated empathy and altruism. And the metaphorical sun is the bright little individual that is this crab.
Pero buatefack
meditations on first philosophy (1641) - rene descartes
"who give a shit"
you couldnât find one s to finish off the gives
no its a quote from descartes he said this
Ah yes, my favorite philosophical quote.
let's hear it for the nonbinary folks who:
don't present androgynously
use "binary" pronouns in any capacity
identify partially with a binary gender
have a "gendered" name
don't experience body dysmorphia
don't experience gender dysphoria
DO experience gender dysphoria/body dysmorphia but aren't sure what gender or body would suit them
just experience body/gender apathy instead
can't be open about their gender identity yet
you're all absolutely valid.
don't ever feel like you're "not nonbinary enough" because you absolutely are! đ
local woman who claimed she will "cross that bridge when she comes to it" arrives at said bridge
reports are coming in that she is now burning said bridge
tiktok refugees i believe you are few but it is VITAL that you know on tumblr you can speak freely. kill. die. sex. fuck. you can say things here
â Franz Kafka // Richard Siken
I genuinely believe that some people could encounter a button that says âif you push this button everyone in the world has the opportunity to live a better life and your life remains exactly the sameâ and they would not push it.
Theyâd be like âwell that buttonâs not fair to me, though,â even though thereâs literally no other buttons around and nothing newly bad would happen to them if the button was pushed.
Adding prev's tags because I agree with them, even though, as they say, it's not the point of the post, but yeah. Improving everyone's life would also improve your own.
original post and the response are related tho because it's about the perspective you have on improving other people's lives. non-button presser sees it as a competition (improving other's lives gives them an unfair advantage over you) while response sees it as collaborative (if their lives improve, they take me with them)
there are studies asking people if they'd approve of a program that helps Marginalized Group do X and they literally say in the text "this will have no effect on everyone else" and people will say they don't approve because it will harm them. so many people have such habitual Zero Sum brain that they can't imagine non-conflictual situations existing.
The Glow
It started with a hum,
a low vibration buried beneath everything else.
The air felt thinner,
the walls too close,
as if the room itself was shrinking
under the weight of something unseen.
Then, the flicker.
Not light, not exactlyâ
a pulse, an interruption in the dark,
shadows swimming on the edges of vision.
The television sat silent,
its screen empty but alive.
You wanted to look away,
but it was already too late.
It wasnât fear at first,
just curiosity with sharp edges,
the strange pull of what you couldnât explain.
And when the voices began,
they werenât loud.
They whispered,
crackling through the static
like a secret meant only for you.
The glow stretched into you,
its fingers reaching
where nothing else could.
It knew your name.
It called it softly,
like an invitation
you didnât remember accepting.
And after that,
you werenât sure if the hum ever stopped,
if the light ever left.
You carried it with you,
a faint, buzzing thing
under your skin.
â Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros
as long as you're trying to do better, better is going to come.