TODAY IS A DAY WHERE I BITTERLY SCORN MOST OF MY FRIENDS WHO GET $ FROM THEIR PARENTS AND DON’T HAVE REAL JOBS, AND BY ‘REAL JOB’ I MEAN THAT 100% OF WHAT YOU BUY/DO IS FINANCED BY YOUR OWN GOT DAMN SELVES. IM DRINKING TO MYSELF TONIGHT AND MESSILY “SPILLING” A COLORED COCKTAIL ON SOMEONE SPOILED. THERE MIGHT BE FAKE AND/OR REAL SLURRING INVOLVED
Indigenous and unamused, thanks to
- special snowflakes
- white reactions to the Winnemem Wintu war dance
- self-styled Norse heathens that WON’T GIVE UP
At least my colours are fabulous.
omg why are you so beautiful and fab and perfect *____*
Wahh, I wish I was! I’m just happy because LOOK COLOURS. THEY ACTUALLY SUIT ME SOMETIMES.
yes, it’s true - there are times where even thugzmansion dates white people
I NEVER KNOW HOW TO ESCAPE SPACES IN WHICH I FEEL UNSAFE. ESPECIALLY IN SPACES THAT I PREVIOUSLY TRUSTED AND NOW FEEL UNSAFE IN. NOT UNSAFE IN ANY EXTREME WAY, BUT SOCIALLY AND INTER-PERSONALLY UNSAFE. LIKE WHEN MY WORDS AND MANNERISMS ARE IMMEDIATELY TAKEN AS FUNNY, BIZARRE OR UNTRUE. WHEN CHALLENGES, QUESTIONS AND LAUGHTER STARTS TO FEEL LESS BENEVOLENT THAN THOSE AROUND ME CLEARLY THINK IT IS. WHEN I FEEL UNSAFE BECAUSE I REALIZE THAT MY DIFFERENCE IS STARTING TO EFFECT EVERYTHING AROUND ME AND NOBODY SEES IT BUT ME. WHEN MY SILENCE IS READ AS ANGER, DRAMA OR AWKWARDNESS. WHEN I ABRUPTLY TURN TO A BATHROOM OR MY OWN ROOM AS A REFUGE. WHEN MY DESIRE TO BE AND MY DESIRE TO BE SOCIALLY ARE AT ODDS WITH EACH OTHER AND IMMEDIATE SOLITUDE IS FREEDOM. I JUST RUN AWAY. I DON’T TALK ABOUT THE EXPERIENCE IM HAVING, BECAUSE ITS IRRELEVANT TO THOSE WHO HAVE BLINDERS ON THEIR REALITY THAT THEY’RE UNAWARE OF. ITS ALL VERY STRANGE AND FOR A MOMENT I FEEL TRAPPED AND A BIT SAD AT HOW LITTLE CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT. WHEN IM ALONE I FINALLY FEEL LIBERATED TO EXIST.
a 5th grader is following me……hmmmm
Jesus N’ Frida by SOAKED IN SOUL on Flickr.
