winnie

I’m starting to think some of y’all haven’t actually felt the rain on your skin… which is crazy because no one else can feel it for you

hop tuah. would a bunny say. is what a . a bunny would say hop tuah

did anybody hear a baleful wind blow

i hope everything gets easier soon. or at least funnier. amen

i hope i am not just a blog to you but also a pitiful freak

Not only do Americans find every possible reason to justify enlisting in the army, but they are brazen enough to think it’s appreciate to say it to your face that they contributed to US imperialism. For me and other Iraqis in particular, that manifests in ex soldiers saying things like “oh I’ve been to Iraq!” when they learn you’re Iraqi, as if somehow you’re supposed to be impressed that they’ve directly contributed to the colonization of your country. Anyone is selling a blatant lie by saying that military recruitment is viewed as a “necessary evil” for those who “have no other choice.” US soldiers are proud to be US soldiers—and they have no problem saying that to the face of the people whose countries they’ve wrecked. There is no shame involved in having worked for the US war machine

I’ve also yet to see this whole caricature of the regretful US soldier who simply had to genocide my people. With Iraq in particular, I have firsthand accounts from friends of family who’ve had to deal with US soldiers raiding their houses, stolen their things, sexually assaulted them, incarcerated them and tortured them… but it’s easy to buy into the whole saintly soldier narrative when you don’t even take into account what someone does once they’ve actually enlisted. Americans’ thought process starts at someone “having to enlist” and ends there too. My people’s suffering is not just an afterthought—it’s literally not a thought at all. What comes next does not matter to them.

if i was a little kitty and you were a little kitty would you touch noses with me to say hi

i’ll show mine if u show urs (constant reassurance)

man this year is gonna be the year i either die or become someone else i dont know which one maybe both

Everytime i think of the future i nearly throw up

i like looking at scars i like looking at body hair i like looking at disabled bodies i like looking at crooked teeth or chipped teeth or yellow teeth or missing teeth i like looking at fat people. i don't just accept & approve of these human aspects i actively enjoy them i want to engage with them i want it to be known they are loved i am loving them

girls im afraid we can never go back to how it was

hey (with the intention to peel an orange for you)