Cats In The Sun Shining Like Gold

Throwback Thursday: a helpful chart describing the major behaviors of dragons I made when I was 7

Haiii last request I promise this one is for my server can you make like chnnl w/ ctgs (15 chnl and roles. Idk) and server name to match with emojis???

i hope u like it 😭 (THE REST IS BELOW THE CUT!!)

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Brasil has officially elected Bolsonaro as the next president.

I don’t know what to say to express what I’m feeling.

I’m writing because I genuinely want to kill myself.

But I don’t want to die. All I want is to be safe.

I don’t want to live knowing that all my neighbors will have guns.

I don’t want to live knowing that my father could go to jail one day or have his career ruined because he is against torture.

Against persecution.

Against execution.

Against laws being made for no reason other than justify cruelty.

I don’t want to live knowing that my uncle has chosen guns and money over my safety and sanity.

I don’t want to live knowing that my aunt, despite knowing why and how I was sexually abused, says that I don’t know what I’m talking about when I say that his ideas and speech terrify me.

I don’t want to live knowing that so many people, too many people I thought I knew are nothing of what they seemed to be.

I have always been proud of my country, our issues and all.

I have always loved how welcoming, warm and kind we are.

I have always admire our ability to remain kind, bright, solar, regardless of our ugly past.

But now, knowing that the majority, the vast majority of our people support such things… I’m not proud.

I’m not proud of my country anymore.

I’m not proud of our people anymore.

Being Brazilian doesn’t mean what I thought it did.

I thought it was about celebrating life, helping those in need, believing in love and compassion.

Wrong.

I grew up singing our songs, reading our stories, eating our foods, stuff made of little bits of every other country in the world.

We are made of variety. Diversity. Layers. Stories from oposite sides of the globe that happened to come together and become one in this land.

We are just as diverse as what we find in our forests.

The forests they don’t give a single fuck about.

But they don’t give a fuck about anything, do they?

No.

Just money, guns and property.

Their own asses and selfish goals.

Yes, I’m angry. I am painfully angry. But I am sick. I don’t deal well with my emotions. They are too much.

They don’t give a shit about that either. So what if I am bipolar and can’t afford my meds when the new government is up and shit goes wrong (for us)? Well, maybe I’ll hurt myself. Maybe I’ll steal something. Maybe I’ll hurt someone. Maybe I’ll do drugs. Who knows what I’ll do when my brain decide it’s time to fuck me up?

Whatever. Hurting myself? Let her die if she has no money for a hospital stay. Stealing something? Jail, immediately. Hurt someone? Jail, immediately. Doing drugs? Jail, immediately. But I’m sick, sir, at least take me to a place where they’ll make sure I’m sane. (Sick? 30 years in jail so it won’t happen again!)

No, really, tell me what am I supposed to do. I’m angry and crying is not enough. And I’m scared.

I’m terrified.

I am a female, homosexual, witchcraft practitioner, with a handful of mental illnesses, including an SMI. I am almost a perfect target.

The perfect targets have black skin.

And I hope they’re safe.

I hope they, too, get to vent tonight, somehow.

I’m thinking of the homeless man with his puppy (her name is Lara) living near the hospital where I go to treatment on Tuesdays.

What does the future hold for them?

What if I go to the hospital this week and they’re not there?

Maybe I’ll find them in the news.

People are getting killed.

I never thought I would live to see the beginning of an era like the one my parents lived for 20 years. I never thought I would see my father on the verge of tears because one of his childhood best friends, who was taught by a teacher whose father was dragged out of the classroom he was teaching, tortured and killed during the dictatorship, voted for a man who believes more people should have died back then.

I want to die because graves are the only safe places that come to my mind.

But I’m saying alive.

I have something to fight for. People like me. Those who are just as scared as I am. More scared than I am. I’ll live for them, for love, and for the taste of proving wrong all the imbeciles who think they can point a gun to our heads to make us change.

And if I get killed, all I ask is for someone to play Famous Last Words to my funeral.

I am not afraid to keep on living

I am not afraid to walk this world alone

shopping carts are pathetic little herd animals and when you don’t bring them back to their corrals after they’re done helping you they scream and cry and wail because they’re alone and scared and exposed to predators. you have the power to prevent this

I hate this fucking world there’s so much violence and hatred

shes fat

So For those wondering.

The rules changed :(

I can't join the so wiki anymore and I am deeply upset i cant partake in something I've been dreaming to join since I was a little kid. It hurts but ig its okay.

We dont get to achieve all of our dreams in life and that happens.

It just sucks alot :(

After all this time and all the effort put into my scp related ideas

The thought of never being able to actually participate on such an amazing community hurts ALOT SJFBRKEH

that gamer moment

when you’re about to sign in to the ducking scp wiki, read everything in detail and learn where to do what but-

so you kinda just wanna enter to have “experience” but you don’t want to fail the rules so you’re thinking about waiting 2 years to creat the account.

but i completely understand the rule, and the fact that i’m complaining about it on tumblr shows that the rule is there for a reason.

so yeah. you better ducking bet im about to wait 2 years of my short and useless life just to creat an account there.

Dear Tumblr.

Its been years ever since ive joined thIS GOD FORSAKEN WEBSITE but i have 1 thing and 1 thing only to complain even with all the disorder loving, depressing adoring achoholics on this fucking app theres one thing ive never been to forgive you for creating and that is the motherfucking angel text. no, im not talking about kinnies im talking about the fucking text. if youre unfamiliar there is a copypasta/copy paste fucking watever text about a “little boy” and either “random girl” or “me”.And i fucking hate it. this stupid lil text is e ve r y w h e re. you go to the comments of a tiktok video< theres one bitch, ONE SINGULAR FUCK THAT COPY PASTES THAT UNHOLY PIECE OF LITERATURE YOU GO TO YOUTUBE, THERES ONE EMO ASS LICKER COPY PASTING THAT WHY? WHY ARE YOU SHITTY MONSTROSITES OF SADNESS MAKING MY LIFE SO HARD???? WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME SUFFER??/ AND THE WORST PAR IS YOU EXPECT SUCH AN IDIOTIC PIECE OF WRITTING, THAT CAME FROM TUMBLR NO WHERE WELSE, WOULD DIE AROUND, OH IDK, 2018?? BUT NO. THERE ARE COMMENTS AS EARLY AS THIS FUCKING DAY COPY PASTING THIS DUMB FUCKING TEXT I HATE IT MORE THEN I HATE LITERAL DICTATORS THIS TEXT MAKES MY LIFE SPAN SHORTER BY THE S E C O N I I FID OUT IT HAS BEN PUT SOMEWHERE AND I HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT TUMBLR SO I HOPE, THAT EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT HAS EVER IN THEIR WRITTE, OR COPIED THIS FUCKING SHITTY TEXT, FAKE DEEP, EMO LOOKING PIECE OF DEPRESSING ROMANTICIZATION SHIT THEIR PANTS DURING THEIR DATES, THEIR MEETUPS WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILIES, THEIR FUCKING GAMES I JUST HOPE YOU CONSTANTLY SMELL LIKE THE ASS OF A BLOODY BABY THATS JUST BEEN BORN AND IT SHAT ITSELF FUCK YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU I HATE THIS and you may wonder oh but genderlessanxiousweeb what in the unholy fuck afre you talking about? this.

to the person who wrote this? i hate you. just so you know  writting this has pained me because i had to remember this fucking text exists i hope all of you emo freaks listen to me when i say: this is not deep its a pile of weak, watery sHIT. i wouldnt want another persaon having to read this but i need you guys to understand THIS FUCKING SUCKS anywayzzzz good day for you tumblr bro hoes and pals!!! luvs also xoxo happy pride month <3<3<3 lets idk smoke weed and incentive children who used app in 2013 to fucking get a disorder or smth

Virgem ;")

Lo que te espera en 2019 según tu signo:

Aries: Enfermedades

Capricornio: Pobreza

Leo: Desamores

Cáncer: Tristeza

Libra: Paro

Piscis: Decadencia

Tauro: Sin sexo

Escorpio: Daño

Sagitario: Suspensos

Virgo: Depresión

Géminis: Muerte

Acuario: Aburrimiento

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