Cassie Jean

fate is real and everything will fall into place

that kind of anxiety that's not a panic attack but just a constantly racing heart and the feeling that you did something wrong or that something isn't right is just plain awful

This post goes harder than any post has ever gone before.

i can’t believe disney has me crying about a goddamn duck

ALL OF THIS

*my parents.

And my GREAT Grandma is still alive soooo……..

My GRANDMA

My FATHER went to a LEGALLY MANDATED segregated school until he was 8 and integration was then enforced. He was not legally allowed into a school or part of town with white people until he was almost ten

Many people forget black people couldn’t even vote until 1965. That’s not that long ago.

for the vast majority schools within the south, substantive de-segregation was completed only in like circa 1975. thats like fucking 20 years after Brown v. Board of education.

My father is 52 and he chopped cotton in Louisiana as a child until he was 11

Less than 65 years. King was murdered in 68, which was effectively the end of the movement and beginning of the Black Power era. My parents were both born in the 50s in the Jim Crow south, and remember it vividly. One of my mom’s friends was even killed at the 16th Street Baptist Church. People are delusional for acting like this was all so long ago.

There were schools in the U.S that still had segregated proms in 2012. Shit is still happening it’s not all in some distant past.

my fuckin dad was alive before black people could vote

my fucking husband could name three or four towns off the top of his head in his home state (ky) where being black after sundown is a capitol crime and will get you lynched. This shit is still going on. 

I love this with all my heart ❤️

Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck

hey since I just told a friend this and they found it helpful: if you’re having hallucinations and are having trouble distinguishing what’s real and what’s not, use your phone’s camera and take a picture of the thing you might be hallucinating. cameras don’t hallucinate.

hey maybe reblog this for other neurodivergent people to see please?

sometimes ur own hallucinations may show up on camera or on a recording if its an auditory hallucination, so if ur unsure and have someone you trust, you can try sending the picture or recording to them and asking them what they see/hear too!!

When I thought I was hearing a roommate/family member in the next room and thought they were talking to me, and couldn’t tell if they were actually in there or not and if they were actually saying those things (and usually the things they were saying were pretty bizarre and mean), if I put on headphones and blasted music and could still hear them clearly then I could tell it wasn’t them and I was hallucinating (so bascially similar to the eyeglasses post above, but on the auditory side of things). Headphones and music are great for fact-checking or for helping to block the quieter things out.

these r all gr8