What Society Needs To Understand Is That Friendship And Romance Are Not Ranks, Tiers, Or Levels. They

Late Night Panic

I'm laying here. Waiting the inevitable. I've failed myself once more. What happened to those dreams? They seem far away now, practically unreachable. How'd I let myself fall so far from where I wanted to be. I don't know...please help me.

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“The Rain” ~ by Jacqueline Acuña

This is a poem dedicated to my nana, who recently passed. Where ever you may find yourself, I hope you know that I love and miss you. I hope you like this poem. There will be a version in Spanish as well, titled “La Lluvia.” 

“The Rain” : 

The rain greeted us at the beginning of the end. She guided us through the road ahead— A slippery muddy road, filled with rocks, with dips and bumps. A commonly traveled road. A road filled with pain. A road that leads everyone to the same, unfortunate ending. And just like she came, she left. Unexpectedly. She left us soaked in tears of sadness, of joy. But the rain brought us together, united us. And together we wept her departure. We wept because without her there was a drought in our hearts that will never be resolved. The clouds shall gather too, for the rest of time and cry for her memory. The water dripping from the sky will not be filled with her presence. The water not being able to relieve the ache of the rain’s disappearance. And even though we don’t want to learn to live with the ache and the drought we will have to do it. We only have her memory to satisfy our thirst of wanting to see her, of wanting to be surrounded by her presence. We only have her memory of the coolness running down our skin, washing away our worries and our pain. For her, we became rain—crying droplets to try to cleanse ourselves of the ache of losing her. 

We became rain, to remember her.

I saw the picture of the antisocial and asocial and I'm a little confused still. What's the difference ?

Asocial refers to someone who is not sociable, avoids interactions with others, and might not conform to normal standards for social behaviour. 

Antisocial can refer to Antisocial Personality Disorder, or someone who is hostile or disruptive to society, with a disregard for the well-being of others.

PETA

you guys remember when PETA stole people pets off their porches and euthanized them?

you guys remember how it came out that PETA kills about 90% of the animals it takes in, including healthy and adoptable puppies and kittens, stating “ We could become a no-kill shelter immediately. It means we wouldn’t do as much work”?

you guys remember when PETA advocated killing all pit bulls for the crime of being pit bulls?

you guys remember when PETA handed out these comics to children when there were no adults looking?

you guys remember when they made a porn site and then filled it with videos of animal abuse, and (also in that link) claimed cats should be vegetarian?

you guys remember when PETA lied about sheep shearing, got caught, and defended the lie as true even after they admitted the sheep in their picture wasn’t even real?

you guys remember when they tried to excuse their horrifying ways by claiming that the person who exposed them was manipulating the facts by taking them and putting them in the wrong context?

Because I remember. I remember everything. 

And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too. 

You see,  this is my issue with parents who don’t give their kids privacy as well. They are the same ones who are like “This is my house, I pay the bills. You can do whatever you want when you start paying your own bills in your own house.” 

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You’re not creating space for you’re child to grow. You’re just restricting and preventing their growth. 

“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn’t my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else’s whim.”  ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

I feel like I should help spread the news about the events occurring in Oaxaca, Mexico right now. In Nochixtlan, a small city in the state of Oaxaca, is under military and police attack following teacher-led protests against the privatization of public education and the other harms to the education system. Many teachers, students, parents, townsfolk, and protestors are being hurt, taken away, and murdered. People are being denied treatment in hospitals–most likely a police tactic to suppress the protestors. A member of my family has been killed. 

So far, military aggression has escalated.

The Oaxaca government is corrupt and the education “reforms” in Mexico are hurting the poor and ethnic groups of not just the Mixteca but of all Mexico. With censorship being a thing for Mexican social media, this is my minuscule contribution to raising awareness to the situation. 

With the way that I am singing these love songs, I bet my mom thinks I must be in love with some boy. The jokes on her I am singing about 2 characters that I believe are in love to get in the mood to write a fluffy fic.

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