“All lives” didn’t matter until black lives did.
MRA didn’t exist until women’s rights started to.
“Straight pride” wasn’t a thing until gay pride was.
What I’m saying is that these movements are simply responses to black lives matter, feminism and LGBT+ movements designed to silence us. Don’t mistake their masked bigotry for genuinely caring about everybody.
“There is so much stress in my life…I’ve got family, a lot of people that depend on me and need me. I try to take care of everybody and sometimes that drives you crazy—you want everybody to be OK, and you’re like, Jesus, am I OK?”
There is so much stress in my life. I’ve got family, a lot of people that depend on me and need me. I try to take care of everybody and sometimes that drives you crazy—you want everybody to be OK, and you’re like, Jesus, am I OK?
I really care about people. Not everybody
gets how I grew up in my household, where you’re told you’re loved every
day and hugged and how important this is. And that you can be anything
you want to be. I’ve learned that you can do it all. It doesn’t take
away from my acting or art to be an activist, and it doesn’t hurt my
activism to be an artist. For me, it’s part of a well-rounded life.
when did we get so broken?
so beaten up, so afraid to be ourselves.
when did we start caring about everybody
elses’ opinions more than our own?
when did we learn to bottle up our emotions
because we’re afraid having feelings makes us crazy?
when did we learn to make ourselves crazy instead?
don’t you dare think about quieting
your heart down.
send the text. post the draft.
tell the boy you haven’t seen
in two summers that you miss him.
tell your ex that it’s too hard to be friends
with him. that seeing him with
his new girlfriend makes you crazy.
that you still love him.
tell people you love them when you feel it.
tell people you’re mad at them
when they did something to deserve it.
or even when they didn’t. tell them
why you’ve been so distant.
stop ignoring text messages from people
you don’t want to see.
tell them you don’t want to hang out.
tell them they hurt you too bad.
tell them you’re busy reading a book in bed.
tell them you’re sad. share your stories
like wildfires. stop walking on eggshells.
stop being so afraid to bleed.
it’s okay to feel things.
it doesn’t make you weak.
putting your heart on the table,
wearing it on your sleeve -