No one truly knows the real me. I spread my life in bits & pieces across the board between people I’ve met throughout my life. Some know my secrets, some know about my past, some know about my heartbreaks, some know about my successes… but no one knows everything.
This how I feel 24/7
hi there! just popping in to remind you that the scenarios you keep imagining over and over because you’re worried they might happen, probably won’t. try to think of the potential positives instead of the potential scary stuff and get some sleep. you’ll be okay!
Okay but lets illustrate how much white privileged is involved with this story. The weapons this little demon used to kill Grant Nelson were stolen from Walmart. She walked into Walmart, grabbed a machete and a knife, and then just casually walked out the door without anyone attempting to stop her. You get a box of tampons from Walmart and you don’t have it in a bag, they wanna check your receipt. Becky the Sociopath walked out unchecked with literal weapons.
Then she had time to wait outside for the uber this poor man drove to come pick her up. Then she got in his back seat and stabbed him multiple times, pushed him out onto the street, and stole the car. He was able to tell the police who stabbed him before he died. She then crashes the car and is found by the police hiding behind a tree covered in blood. The police try to gently coerce her into dropping her fucking blood covered knives and when she refuses do they shoot her eight times? Oh noooo Lizzy Borden gets tazed and brought in unharmed.
Like just think about the stories that have come out these past two weeks alone. The unarmed black teenager who were literally murdered based on vague suspicion and this girl actually kills someone and is still standing.
The white girl who stole weapons from Walmart and killed an Uber driver was taken alive.
The white guy who took weapons to a convention and planned to kill Jason David Frank and multiple police officers was taken alive.
The white guy who murdered two men who had tried to defend the Muslim women he was harassing was taken alive.
Don’t tell me police had to kill Tamir Rice or Michael Brown or ANYONE else out of caution or fear for their safety. Not when white people who are legitimate threats, even direct threats to police, are routinely taken alive.
And I get used to not losing my patience, because I know that beautiful things come only after beautiful patience. وتعودت ألا أفقد صبري لعلمي أن الأشياء الجميلة لا تأتي إلا بعد صبر جميل
“i didn’t know what it was to want, to crave something so badly you feel your soul ripping your insides, trying to reach out for it. i didn’t know what it was to want something so desperately your heart ached at the absence of it. that night, i craved your touch as if you were in another universe, far away from me. i craved your touch so much i repeated in my head, like a spell, like a mantra, ‘touch me’. 'touch me’. 'touch me’. please please please i am begging you, put your hand on my heart, your lips on my neck, your eyes on my soul. touch me, god fucking damn it.”
— touch.
The Shangri-Las - I’ll Never Learn (1966)
From one their last singles, this is not your typical Shangri-Las song - more like a solo Mary Weiss recording, with moody and almost jazzy backing. The cello reminds me of Donovan’s Sunny Goodge Street. Written by Sandy Hurvitz, later known as Essra Mohawk
Being attracted to scars from an evolutionary standpoint actually makes a lot of sense. In a world before antibiotics, it would have signaled the person is good at surviving things which might have taken out other potential mates.
“i’ve got a date with destiny and it ain’t gonna end with a kiss” is such a raw-ass quote i can’t believe it came from a phineas and ferb episode about hunting a giant metal whale with harpoons made of toilet plungers.
girl you look so fine but why does it say shutterstock stock images over your face 😂
