"I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."
minimum wage doesn’t even TOUCH a living wage, racism and sexism are alive and well, children are killed in schools on a regular basis, those who make it to college end up with hundreds of thousands in debt, our basic rights are being stripped from us daily, and adults actually believe that SELFIES are the cause for this generation’s demise
Finally someone fucking said it
"when the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground
I promise not to tell you that it’s because they like you.
when the teachers call home to tell me that
you pushed them to the ground after you
I’ll take you out of school early and buy
you your favorite ice cream.
when you get older and the boys
try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched
I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home
with anger in your fists.
they all tell you not to fight fire with fire
but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
when the boys yell after you like hyenas
you yell back, baby.
I will not teach you to be afraid of your anger
so that you look for it in others.
I will not make you be the better person
because you already are.
you wanna fight ‘em? fight ‘em.
don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.
when the boys try to tell you to soften up
I hope you make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs
that their disappointment in you is not yours.
when the boys come to your door with pretty words and
I hope you show them the anger in yours.
I hope you show them just how strong your mommy
thinks you are.
I hope you show them the animal they can’t always
see in their own reflection.
when the boys come with the intention of hurting you
my advice will always stay the same, my darling:
give ‘em hell."
Why I have 1,000,000 Sketchbooks
Pages 2-9 have been used to write grocery lists, then they are put in a box with the rest of the monstrosities.
One of my friends told me when he gets a new sketchbook he just opens it to random pages to draw on so he doesn’t get that “pressure of the first page” feeling and it’s one of the most brilliant ideas I’ve ever heard of.
We don’t need European fairy tales retold with dark-skinned characters
We need non-European fairy tales being told
Race-bending isn’t the answer here
Realizing that there are children who have non-European heritages and cultures who need their own stories being given representation is the answer
THATS WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING. Like really Disney? The Princess and the Frog? You couldn’t have come up with something more imaginative than that?
|Me:||Hey Dad, I have a question
|Dad:||Alright, lets see if it's within my reach
|Me:||What do you think of cultural appropriation?
|Dad:||I think you mean acculturation.
|Me:||yeah, I do. But I was using the term the Social Justice Morons use.
|Dad:||It's a necessary part of being human, you can't just keep the one culture all of your life!
|Me:||So how offended would you be if a bunch of white people started speaking Spanish?
|Dad:||Offended? I would be glad, at least they speak my language!
|Me:||What if a white guy made tacos?
|Dad:||what kind of taco? why would I be offended? Did I invent it and patent it?
|Me:||Nope, just an ordinary taco made by a white guy.
|Dad:||Why would I be offended? It would like a German guy getting offended because I grilled a hamburger
|Me:||Well, because it's a Mexican food, it was discovered and is integral to Mexican culture. What if a white person doesn't respect the history of the taco.
|Dad:||When the woman who first created a taco did that, did the Angels descend from heaven with a deed and a copyright form signed by God informing us that only Mexicans can make it?
|Me:||Nope. It's just a taco.
|Dad:||Precisely, it's a taco, eat it. I would actually be happy for that white guy, tacos are pretty good.
|Me:||What if Tyler wanted to celebrate El Dia de Los Muertos? On his own?
|Dad:||Tell him to pace himself the skulls are made of pure sugar.
|Me:||What if he wanted to celebrate El Dia de la Independencia?
|Dad:||Culture is not something handed to you by God to protect and nurse, it's just something that happens to you, and when you think you have it figured out, it changes. That's what cultures do. They change. You know what these people are trying to do, right?
|Dad:||They want us all to hate each other and not speak to each other. They want us Mexicans in Mexico, Afro-Americans in Africa, Asians in Asia and none of us talking or being nice to each other. With no resources, no trade, no rights, and only the one language that only we're allowed to speak so that we can't communicate with anyone outside. And that's after they'd kill off all the white people. They're like the KKK, if the KKK didn't have balls.
|Me:||I arrived at the same conclusion.
|Dad:||Make yourself a coffee.
|Dad:||Just be sure it's Mexican *laughs*
forever in the “i really wish i could erase my emo past and all the terrible fashion choices that came with it” club
its not thaaat emo XD
also lol me