even when i am not posting, know that horrible sentences are raging within me

PREACH BARBIE

I’d never thought id be that much inspired by barbie

barbie’s been inspiring me since day fucking 1 yo

This happens way too much for me now but all I can do is smile and nod because if I say something I’m automatically a sjw and my words are dismissed.

A German book about racism (called Exit Racism) addresses this and calls it „leaving wonderland“, you will probably never be able to go back there, which is hurtful but also an important.

i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back

the first post ever on tumblr

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

being tired all the time is such a mystery.... is it anaemia? vitamin d deficiency? chronic fatigue syndrome? depression? insomnia?? is it just the crushing weight of being alive in a capitalist society??? someone cure me

white people can and should reblog this

there’s a movie adaptation of this! it’s obviously more dramatized/they use different names but i really really loved the movie! it’s called mission mangal and it was the first time i had heard of this and i was so surprised that literally? no one talked about it??? what they accomplished is incredible.

ALSO, Mangalyaan launched in 2013 and was meant to be a 6 month mission. It’s been in orbit around Mars now for more than 5 years and has enough propellant to keep going for even longer.

womanhood is like. *has a dream about being stalked* *has a complicated relationship with ur mother* *writes poetry in the notes app* *is antagonized purposely by male coworker* *looks in the mirror for a long time* *shares knowing looks with ur female friends* *shares everything w your female friends* *has a dream about your mothers trauma* *shares trauma with every woman alive* *avoids looking in the mirror*

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

This is part of why life “gets better.” You get better at it.

high school musical 2 is a thinly veiled metaphor for white privilege. employment and education opportunities are handed to troy, a white boy, on a silver platter despite his own protests that “i don’t think i’m qualified”, solely because of a rich white girl’s interest in him. his friends, people of colour, are overlooked for similar opportunities despite having the same skill set as troy himself. when troy and gabriella break the country club staff rules, it is gabriella, a filipino girl, who is punished for the breaches while troy receives nothing but a verbal scolding every time. in this essay i will-

what do you mean i didn’t reach out i literally thought about you

"the trauma made you kind" fuck that. no. i am kind because i cannot allow anyone to go through what i did. i am soft because i chose to be.