GOD I just want to be CREATIVE but all my energy is being used to survive
“I’m too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.”
— T. // ten word story #38 (via logicaldreamer)
Not sure if anyone can help, but years ago I read a SwanQueen fanfic where Regina had died and Emma could still see her and was working to bring her back to life somehow? And I kinda want to re-read it but can’t find it. I think it was on FanFiction.net, but I’m not positive.
not to be a person of color, but white people really got me feeling like i somehow can’t be a poc and lgbt at the same time. like there is SOOOOO much racism in the lgbt community (antiblackness especially) and erasure of lgbt poc that my brain literally slips sometimes and associates being gay with whiteness because you pea-brained motherfuckers never fucking show us anything else. i’m friends with someone who, before figuring out who they were, literally didn’t think they could actually be part of the community because “only white people could be gay.” that was his thought process. i sometimes feel “white” for wanting to wear pride merch or writing about being gay/trans rather than about being a poc as if those two things can’t coexist. at this point, i feel seriously alienated from the community in general… and that infuriates me! this community was literally formed by people of color! US! how the fuck were you all able to whitewash this?
if white people want to reblog this just to like spread awareness or whatever i guess that’s alright, but seriously, don’t even think about commenting. this post doesn’t need your input.
the friendships that are “i maturely understand that you’re busy and have a life and acknowledge that you may not reply for a few weeks that turn into not replying at all, deemed as a good friendship because ‘good friendships mean that you don’t have to talk all the time’” is borderline toxic, when you’re used to being chosen second in hoping the other person will remember you while you’re stuck waiting on them to make the first move yikes at me for not realizing this earlier
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via quotefeeling)
Love that feeling when your mom tells you she is depressed and basically wants to kill herself, but so do you so you don’t really have the ability to help her
This is the only subreddit
Nestle is involved deeply in child slavery for their chocolate products
Nestle lies to mothers in Africa by offering free baby formula to breastfeeding mothers, lying, insulting, harassing, coercing these mothers and saying their products are healthier than real breastmilk (lies) long enough to get them to stop lactating, and then Nestle starts charging huge prices for baby formula to these mothers. Babies starved. Nestle wants this.
Nestle is trying to privatize water rights, make it illegal to collect rainwater, and is trying to kill os off due to thirst.
Nestle is about on par, karmaically, with the aliens in Independence Day (1996)
A good summary that still only cover like, the basics of what Nestlé does. They're right down evil.
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why does literally everyone not like me? and only pretends to like me to my face
A while back, a kind and thoughtful anon let me know I wasn’t alone. I am once again seeking your sweet words of support. Or to perhaps be anon friends, if you want. I could use a friend.
I think I’m going to apply a bit more critical thinking when watching the news.
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
I doubt you will ever see this, but I still miss you. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t really looked for someone new, or because I was meant to be with you, but I still miss you. You were my world, and I would have married you. I liked who I was better with you. I was healthier mentally and physically. I felt like I had a purpose. Something in me broke, and I filled the void with working and school, but now that I don’t have either I feel empty. I ruin every good thing I have in my life, and I can’t bring myself to end it because I feel like I deserve to suffer.
I don’t really like social media to an extent. Everyone talks but I don’t feel like people listen. I don’t feel heard. But I need an outlet before I lose my mind.
I have no one left in my life who I talk to regularly. I’m so tired of no one ever making the effort to message first. I want to know that at least once a year people saw something that made them think of me and let me know. I shouldn’t have to carry every conversation I ever have with everyone. And maybe it’s completely my fault, but I don’t know how to fix a problem that no one has ever mentioned. I don’t understand what I’ve done to destroy every friendship and relationship I have ever had.
I’m sure a couple people would be sad if I died, but I don’t actually think they would care enough to come to my funeral or anything. Am I just meant to help others and then not be seen as a person myself?
I feel like covid has made me a very angry person.
I get angry when people wont wear a mask or wear masks improperly.
I get angry when people don’t respect personal space and social distance.
I get angry when people don’t follow arrows and one directional spaces.
I get angry when people call it all a hoax, like the hundreds of thousands of those who have died isn’t enough people who have lost their lives isn’t real or doesn’t matter enough because it isn’t their own family dead.
I get so angry when people with no scientific background are willing to take the risk on someone else’s life that this isn’t real. Like they have never once been wrong about anything in their life so there is no way they could possibly be wrong about this.
It isn’t just their lives on the line. It won’t just affect them if they get ill. It could impact EVERYONE they come into contact with by spreading it. Why is it so hard to care about other people?







