i want to be someone else’s safety. even nonromantically. i want to be “hey can i tell you something?” i want to be - i tried something new and i’m a little scared but i wanted to show you. i want to be “i knew i could trust you”. i want to be okay to hold the hand of, always ready to listen, always trying. even if i don’t get it perfect, you know? i just want to be a place other people can relax and be themselves and not worry for a fraction of an instant.
dogs were deployed in buffalo, new york. i remember when dogs were deployed at standing rock as well. please educate yourselves about how to deal with dogs while they are attacking, as well as the wounds after (which have a high chance of infection). offer a dog your non-dominant arm and hit its shoulders (not head) with your dominant hand. pull dogs off fellow protesters by grabbing their hind legs, pulling, and throwing them as far as possible from both of you. you can’t outrun a dog, but this will buy you time to find safety.
if you know any local street medics, check in with them about this very real possibility at your local protests so that they can educate themselves and others about dog bites.
update: dogs were also deployed in st. louis city.
genuinely believe that the best and funniest thing you can do in any story is send the characters to literal hell
well obviously since this edition was made by a pedo apologist i am going to hijack the post
Reblogging cuz' this is important
I hate myself for not hating him
But he changed, he wouldn't hurt me anymore
I wouldn't let him hurt me anymore
I managed to get some chores done :)
all maladaptive daydreamers, reblog this with something you've achieved today!
I'll start, i made an origami monkey and started with my essay!
Everytime I feel like I'm wasting time by doing something that I enjoy, I remember my old English teacher who'd read through every cringy piece I've written and would encourage me to continue with it. She read through my shitty 14-years-old interpretation of what love is, she read through some personal pieces, some fanfics and she never once told me that it's bad or a waste. She taught me English but most importantly she taught me to do the things I love, despite, despite, despite
smoke weed a school, call that a class trip