this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

every day it just concerns me how little compassion people have. no compassion for those living in the global south. no compassion for immigrants. no compassion for disabled ppl. no compassion for addicts. no compassion for prisoners. no compassion for children. like holy shit ...

at the end of the day che guevara said "At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality."

i have so much hate but also love and political rage but also silliness and whimsy and i hate the state of the world rn but i am also glad to be alive and i feel like i am running out of time but i know it is a made up concept and i will be okay eventually and i want to know everything at once read all the books watch all movies listen to all music but i also understand that i will have to take it one day at a time if i don't want to burn myself out and so many contradicting thoughts that null everything i know into a nonsensicsl white noise of brain but also somehow make sense together. then there's anxiety and depression but also faith and happiness but also dread but hope. so much hope.

not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again

does anyone know if we have to feel really guilty tomorrow

not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again