I Would Be Soooooo Powerful If I Wasn't So Deeply Afraid Of People And Places And Also Things

Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?

Alpine Lakes Wilderness, WA

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i'm defending public schools with my life not because I had a good experience in them but because I refuse to let politicians convince people we need a society where school is exclusive to rich kids.

let me tell you something. the public school in my (low income) hometown was fucking TERRIBLE once you got past early elementary to the point where teachers would tell parents to get their kids out (this is why I kept changing schools). however, years later, that school merged with a public school in another town and simply having more resources made it so much better it now has a normal if not positive reputation. so yeah there are in fact public schools in a terrible situation. but if you look at them and say "this is why we should get rid of public schools and replace them with private schools" you're insane.

and since this is tumblr and no one has critical thinking skills, allow me to clarify this is not an endorsement of current educational standards and regulations in public schools, or support for bullying (?)

Der Gott der Stadt

Auf einem Häuserblocke sitzt er breit. Die Winde lagern schwarz um seine Stirn. Er schaut voll Wut, wo fern in Einsamkeit Die letzten Häuser in das Land verirrn.

Vom Abend glänzt der rote Bauch dem Baal, Die großen Städte knieen um ihn her. Der Kirchenglocken ungeheure Zahl Wogt auf zu ihm aus schwarzer Türme Meer.

Wie Korybanten-Tanz dröhnt die Musik Der Millionen durch die Straßen laut. Der Schlote Rauch, die Wolken der Fabrik Ziehn auf zu ihm, wie Duft von Weihrauch blaut.

Das Wetter schwält in seinen Augenbrauen. Der dunkle Abend wird in Nacht betäubt. Die Stürme flattern, die wie Geier schauen Von seinem Haupthaar, das im Zorne sträubt.

Er streckt ins Dunkel seine Fleischerfaust. Er schüttelt sie. Ein Meer von Feuer jagt Durch eine Straße. Und der Glutqualm braust Und frißt sie auf, bis spät der Morgen tagt.

Georg Heym

has anybody else been struggling with thoughts

Since when did I start going to bed at 5 and waking up at 3?