With The Way That I Am Singing These Love Songs, I Bet My Mom Thinks I Must Be In Love With Some Boy.

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.” 

sigh

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

The truest thing I’ve seen. Bruh, the hell is this...Dante’s freaking Inferno?

posting on a blackboard discussion board and replying to two of your fellow students has to be one of the nine circles of hell

what society needs to understand is that friendship and romance are not ranks, tiers, or levels. they are not above or below each other. romance is not a promotion. friendship is not a demotion. romance is not “more than” being friends with someone. friendship and romance are concepts that exist on equal terms, side by side. sometimes they happen to coincide. other times they never intersect at all. how relationships are classified is up to the individuals involved but like?? neither is inherently more or less valuable is the thing

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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.

you can’t please everyone with your art/writing and what counts as good art/writing is highly subjective so it’s okay to make the resolution to yourself that if a single person likes your work then that means it’s good, it has worth, and it has value

and it’s okay to make the resolution that the single person in question is allowed to be you

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. 

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

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