no but in all seriousness, don’t force relationships and don’t force friendships. if these things aren’t flowing into your life naturally, you can do without them until they do.

White women who think they can somehow relate to the coloreds by talking abt how awful white men are and how much they hate them are so funny like girl pls you're just doing the the thing where you dodge accountability for your whiteness by using your womanhood but in the "woke" way

Nah but like when it comes down to the wire, white women still enact physical violence against Black and brown ppl by sending the white men they swear to hate to do it for them or verbal and psychological violence against Black and brown women specifically. Growing up in Black girlhood I was terrorized by white women and girls only for them to now go on social media and say "we all have the same enemy and it's white men" no we are not the same!

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

one thing i do want to say though is i think as h*mosexual women but also just as women in general is that we need to recognize that “i’m not performing for men” is only one half of the picture. maybe you don’t want men’s approval but how much do you need women’s acceptance? how much are you smoking and drinking and doing coke and running and dieting and posting about forgetting to eat and performing other kinds of violence for the approval of other women? how much pressure do women put on you to negate the features of your body or your race or your sexuality or anything else…can you get away with stimming around other women? can you get away with not shaving? can you be around your female friends and feel fat without saying “i feel fat” so no one would mistake you for not punishing yourself for what is (erroneously) assumed to be a “transgression” of the body? can you look ugly and know that the female store clerk or the barista or the girl at the sink next to you or the girl on the bus with you or the girl with you on the elevator on the girl you have to squeeze past in the lecture hall to get out of the aisle will be kind and respectful to you and not act disgusted. can you be around your female family members without them commenting on your body? so much masochism and violence remain normalized among women because we say “well I’m not doing it for men, so it’s my choice” but how much are you doing out of a fear of women? 

Mean people are nice to me because I’m special ☺️ *gets manipulated instead*

Maturity is realising that other people are not mind readers, even those who love you. It’s on you to reach out, talk about how you feel, and to explain yourself. ​Everybody is busy living their own lives and is caught up in their own issues & problems, amidst all that you can’t expect them to magically be in tune with your every need and emotion. Communicate.

The thing about Those White People Baby Names is the way they so poetically express the tension between individuality and rigid conformity. These parents all want to name their child something unique, because they value the concept of uniqueness, yet simultaneously they abhor it in practice… ergo, 30 different spelling variations on the most normative possible names. This homogeneity-masquerading-as-diversity is inseparable from capitalist consumer culture and in fact is directly analogous to the experience of walking into a grocery store and being asked to “choose” between 50 varieties of toothpaste with the same exact ingredients, 12 brands of laundry detergent, etc.

Somebody’s third eye is WIDE the fuck open??!!!!!!!

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

The first feminist gesture is to say: “Ok. They’re looking at me. But I’m looking at them.” The act of deciding to look, of deciding that the world is not defined by how people see me, but by how I see them.” -Agnès Varda

This is the antidote to that Margaret Atwood quote

dont ask me what tf im talking about. i dont know ok? im just the vessel. the message has been gifted. i‘ve moved on

Me after being asked to repeat my McDonald’s order

i am surrounded on all sides by people who say words to me and well ive had it

hi can we normalize the idea of choosing not to drink