Dropped a small potato n started crying how’s everyone else doin tonight
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This needs to be said… white people always try to use MLK to shut down BLM or any thing retaining to the black Community . They only choose what part of Dr. Martin Luther King they want to use and they forget the rest of the history they came behind his struggle
Dancing around your room to music in the middle of the night is the ultimate form of self care
Please stop simplifying Shannon’s shitty behavior to “she made mistakes” ohmygod.
Ableism is not a “mistake”. A biological mother returning after two years, speaking negatively about her child’s condition and how hard it was for her is not a mistake. That’s selfishness.
Able-bodied people stop talking challenge.
People who’ve never had ableist parents stop talking challenge.
i absolutely ADORE the occasional video game trope where theres this huge unbelievably giant creature but its dead and the remains are scattered about please do this more
I dont look beautiful. I know I don't and there is really no way you can convince me I do. I have a nose that's not what fits the standards. I have front teeth that are way too much on front. I have a long face. I don't have a pageant smile. I lose whenever I compare myself to her. I have flaws on the outside that you judge me for and it's okay, that's the kind of society we live in.
But it's weird that inspite of knowing this fact, I feel beautiful. I feel beautiful when I am writing. I feel beautiful when I am having a hot cup of coffee after studying continuously. I feel beautiful when I step on the terrace and my headache stops throbbing. I feel beautiful when I sign my name at the end of a poem or when I put my face or my hand in the rain. I feel it when I am so tired I sleep without any thoughts. When I have cried for way too long and my face shines and I don't have any tears to cry anymore. I feel it when my skinny jeans fits me perfectly and I can't stop staring myself in the mirror, with hair down and messy. I feel beautiful when I laugh at the inside jokes I have with myself. When I am alone, just thinking and the thoughts make sense and I am able to pen it down. I feel beautiful when someone likes it. I feel it when I am done with the day's work. I feel it when I think of future even though it's becoming rare lately. I can't see future as clearly as I did. But there are moments, I see myself and I have made it and I am alive. Wearing those skinny jeans and walking with my hands in my pocket on a now silent at 2 am New York Street. I feel beautiful when I think of it.
But this beauty is what no one appreciates anymore. Everyone wants everyone to be kind, beautiful from inside. But the problem is, neither does anyone respect that beauty nor does anyone know to value it.
So does this feeling of beautiful matter?
As often as not, I like to think it does. To me, it does.
-S
my favorite part abt this generation is no one is ironing their clothes anymore fjckfncn fuck that! if the wrinkles wanna be there let them
It’s always fun to be reminded how recent European national identities are. Peasants in 1860’s Sicily had never heard the term “Italy” before, the majority of people in France didn’t speak French at the time of the French Revolution, etc.