Listen, Shun. Can I Ask You Something? That Poem In The Paper...

One More Wish

white women are always like “more strong kickass female leads!” and when i say i want to see a black female love interest who is allowed to be girly and fall in love they give me weird looks and say that i’m supporting gender stereotypes and heteronormativity but what a lot of white women don’t get is that black women we’ve had hundreds of years of having our femininity ripped from us, of being deemed unworthy of male (especially non-black male) attention. black women in media are never allowed to be the “cute” ones or the love interest, we’ve always been the “strong kickass street smart woman” trope that white women want so badly. so basically if a black girl says she wants to see another black girl fulfill the role of “love interest” there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that and it isn’t a hindrance to feminism

i draw these freehand while i watch anime and i thnk it shows

Frank Bidart, “To the Dead”, Half-Light: Collected Poems, 1965-2016

[Text ID: “The love I’ve known is the love of two people staring

not at each other, but in the same direction.”]

Flashback to almost a year ago where in the future we had a toilet paper shortage too… but for… a much different reason.

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2 Siblings One Disease

My little brother and I have both, at different times and for different breakdowns, been diagnosed with manic depression.

There are many different types of manic depression, and like most of the mental health diagnoses you hear about often/are sensationalized by the media, the crossover for diagnostics can be huge.

I went home to visit my mom briefly last week, and out of the blue, she turns to me and asks, “Do you think your brother has autism?”

And I felt myself dissociate almost instantly, because I’d wondered the same thing about myself many times, and here my mother was, casually asking the same thing of my brother.

My brother’s been in and out of serious trouble his whole life - terrible movie about mental health type trouble - like drugs, gang activity, shoot-outs, the law. I, on the other hand, hold a high-level management job at just 24. Though my outbursts are certainly significant, they occur in containment. There’s only two and a half years between us, but at times that feels like an ocean.

He’s moved across the country now, and we hardly talk. And I can’t help but be jealous. For me, being “bipolar” is a trap both mentally and physically; I’m tethered to my disease in my mind and tethered to the burden of my Normal Face in the real world, both of which have kept me from doing what I want in my life.

In other ways, I’m grateful that I was able to keep my disease from multiplying into thousands of demons, millions of extra pounds to carry around as his did. 

Ok I wanted to finish this one for St.Valentine’s Day, but Sai kept crashing on me(thank you Win10) so here we are….. 

I still prefer Kid Vegeta with bangs and cape(he’s SO cute with the bangs :D), but I like the suit from DBS:Broly (not the noodle arms tho lol), so I just mixed them. 

Uh…..happy 3 days later St.Valentine’s Day I guess, I hope you all received a better gift than Teen Bulma lol