“I want to explain to him how exhausted I am, even in my dreams, how I wake up tired, how I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave, but I can’t write, and he doesn’t really wanna know about it anyway.”—Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via rudegay15)
Honestly can’t wait for the 50 shades movie to normalize the manipulation of lower-level female employees. Can’t wait for the new wave of “consent is sexy” banners on the cover of cosmo. Can’t wait for teen girls to think that a controlling relationship is romantic. Can’t wait for sexualized violence to become increasingly mainstream. And most of all, I can’t wait for BDSM to be labeled a feminist revolution.
Dakarai Molokomme, a 15-year-old starving child from a small village in Zimbabwe, has just told Madonna, one of the most famous pop stars in the world, to go and f*** herself, the local media are reporting exclusively.
“Yes, it’s true, I told Madonna to go f*** herself. Do you want to know why?” Dakarai asked. “It’s the same thing every time with these snobby rich Americans. Every once in a while they come to show us their support for the so-called eradication of poverty by adopting a child from a starving family, but they actually do more harm than good. Transracial international adoptions are part of the white savior industrial complex,” Dakarai explained.
In further discussions with journalists from the media, the kid stated that “none of the children here actually want to be taken away from their family and friends so they can be displayed as some kind of trophy in the homes of self-righteous singers or actors who want to score some points with the media and Oprah.”
“If they really want to help us, they should get Big Pharma to ship us some anti-retroviral drugs for the AIDS epidemic, or build schools and hospitals. If they don’t want to do that, then they can all go f** themselves!” the child told reporters.
The 15-year-old also stated that he would say the same thing to any one of those American or European “faux humanitarian posers”, except for Bono, whom he said he would also kick in the groin.
“Bono’s efforts to save the African savage from itself prove that the colonial imperative is alive and well,” Dakarai said as he walked with other village children collecting sticks to build a tree fort.
there are bugs that are literally, split down the middle, half male and half female, worms and snails that have both sets of genitalia, fish that just up and switch sexes when there’s a male or female space in their group that needs filling and you want me to believe that God hates all sorts of gender-bending in his children
I think you need to take a better look at God’s creation
this is such a fantastic argument, to a small minded and critical opinion.
“Remember that night we flew crashing through your window? Lying on your bedroom floor, covered in glass, you turned to me and laughed, this is only for the night, but you knew that right? I was laughing so hard that I could only say yes, yes, yes. Yes. But the next morning I was sick off of your dead name and throwing up the remaining pieces of your window pane. Do you remember that? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t. I locked you out of the room and told you to come back in a few hours, when everything wasn’t such a mess. Yes like: yes, I do not care how you treat me, go right ahead and run that shard across my throat. Yes, it’s fine, I don’t mind the blood. Why not? Yes. Yes. Yes, like, yes I am going to think about this for some time. Yes like, of course it hurts, why wouldn’t it hurt? Yes, like, why the hell didn’t I say no? But words never seem too heavy until they’ve already been said.”—Yes, Yes, Yes | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
Society as a whole is failing people with disabilities and chronic illness.
i have been struggling pretty badly lately and i am again realizing that chronic illness is highly misunderstood.
i can be okay one day and awful the next. tired of hearing, “You were fine yesterday though.” or “i thought you were just sick.” yeah dude, i am always sick. that is what a chronic illness is.
and on my “okay” days i am still in pain. i am just in a pain that i am strong enough to fight through. on my bad days, the pain is too much for me to handle.
it also makes me feel like shit when people tell me they are jealous that i get to stay in bed all day. you realize i got to his point, because i couldn’t stand up long enough to get ready for the day. i feel awful when i miss school/work. it adds up and i get really anxious about it. i want to do great in school. i want an awesome job when i graduate, but sometimes it seems like it isn’t possible.