#murmuring rants

anyways i don’t trust you fuckers that are only just now throwing away all your melanie shit/dropping her because like y’all were just fine with her sexualizing children’s things and romantisizing and demonizing mental illness but oh no NOW you’re a good person for dropping her of course because JUST NOW she crossed the line like no. What she did was despicable and drop-worthy but she did a lot of terrible things before that that you all just ate up

imagine trying to “educate” a lesbian on lesbianism because you’re lesbophobic

not to be Controversial but i’m glad students are going against people saying “praying for you” and stuff and saying to take direct action bc like. in these situations its such a cheap, cheap way for adults to feel like they’ve done something, when children are fucking murdered, and then move along their day. to not feel the guilt of these murders, this blood on our hands because we always just say “i’ll pray for you” as if it will actually do something. and nothing happens and then it happens again. over and over and over. to “mourn” over victims and then feign moral superiority on fucking facebook as you cry out to others not to place blame, not to look for solution, not to do something about the children murdered every day, every week, every month. “i’ll pray for you” you say, from your home with rifles locked in safes, letters from politicians paid by the nra, and the tv turned to a channel which will do nothing but uphold these murderous values. “he’s sick” you’ll say, but then again who else will you group with sick, what minority. “how could this happen?” you will cry, again and again, but you will continue to vote for this to happen, inadvertently. you will choose, year and year again, for this, and then cry out “unconstitutional!” when the help we need is offered. it is easy to be selfish as you keep them in your thoughts for a week, because to do any action would be against your beliefs, really. it’s easy, isn’t it? never to blame (excepts perhaps in the wrong places), never to do, never to confront the uncomfortable. our prayers would have run out a long time ago. avenge these children.

also thanks to tumblr’s lovely safe mode: completely blocks me from looking at certain blogs on the dashboard regardless if im following them or theyre following me, which means i, a minor, can’t easily check my followers to see if there are po//rn blogs following me, which the safe mode doesn’t solve at all from happening

i used to think about it a lot but i hate that fucking line. theres a line where everyone that hurts you doesnt give a shit, and you say youre hurting or suicidal and there’s no give, no remorse. but when people die people care. theres such a trend of people acting sorry and like they knew them, and its awful how even the tiniest margin between living and dead can make a world of difference. I say im on the verge of death adn that my mother is crying and worried and im still shit. if someone realizes they genuinely ended a human life suddenly theyre sorry. the permanence of death is the only thing that makes people change, and i hate it. making one’s life a living hell and them being just barely on the other side of death doesn’t mean shit. so what’s the point. 

the only good part of the lgbt panel at nakakon was when i plugged skam and when some nozomi cosplayer said they wanted fujoshi culture to die

complaining about seeing a lot of gay stuff is 100 per fucking cent homophobia. i dont give a shit what your “~reasonings~” are