im sick of people being so ignorant abt asian people and asia in general. we are not!!! all!!! the !!! same !!!!! some kid today claimed that the japanese and chinese languages “are basically the same” right in my face !!!!! why do ppl think racism against asian people doesnt exist!!! why is everyone so ignorant??? why are we never discussed in the media?? why r racist jokes against us a casual funny thing?? why r we basically lumped in w white ppl.. FUCK your model minority idea!!! fuck the idea that only east asia exists and there is only ONE ASIAN CULTURE. just one?? do ppl not understand that asia is fucking huge. there r so many cultures and languages and ppl and yet we r all lumped into one and our women r treated like were all fair skinned small eyed black haired delicate girls and we r fetishized and sexualized so much. treated like were exotic creatures, objects for white men. r representation in the media is shit and r problems r never discussed and im just. sick of it
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HOW do kids even GO to columbine?? like as a school?? how do u go to a school where you KNOW something like that happened?? a PlAcE oF lEaRnInG. i see pictures of the cafeteria today and u what? u EAT in there? that's a THING that people DO? do u just GO to the library and check out a book??? how do ur mornings even happen like bye mom im off to just another day at my borning old regular high school, COLUMBINE. u walk past the spot where rachel was killed just like, gossipping with ur friends abt boys and teachers?? like oh hey, meet u by the memorial after school?? and ur sitting in class and what? ur paying attention?????? shit i was afraid there'd be a shooting at MY high school and people go to COLUMBINE??? like HOW??? its amazing, it amazes me!! i know its not most kids choice, but like??? bravest motherfuckers i know of, wtf
i like to throw my hands up when i go thru the subway turnstyle like when im in a good mood to be off the train to celebrate using my own body for independent transportation and anyway someone watched me do it and continued to watch me walk away after and when i saw them looking at me i didnt wanna expose my highness , but , my body did it anyway and now i think im a cyborg or on the fritz , u know what i felt like , it felt like those thumb soldiers in spy kids , rmember they were like under control ???
will u be in financially stable in your early 20s though? i used to think like you and say that i'd have kids in my early 20s but im here now and all i have is like 30,000 dollars of debt and two part time jobs.. and im lucky because my jobs are technically "in my field."
I hope so man. I’m doing my best to be successful at 16. I’ve got a full time job rn. I start college in August to get my associate in Criminal Justice. And multiple police departments are already interested in me. I’m hoping I’ll have success. I’ve spent my whole childhood worrying about whether I would be on the street or if our lights would be on the next day. I don’t want to be in that situation again.
go into depth about your love for my bb johnny ? odd request, sorry, i'm just interested
GLADLY!! thiS ISNT AN ODD REQUEST AT ALL DONT B SORRY but idk if u know exactly what u signed up for lmao
i’ll just let u know now that this whole rant probably won’t do johnny justice bc it’s kinda difficult to communicate my appreciation for him without gettin crazy & im tryna keep it concise and comprehensible
so, i think i’ll start with the day of this angel’s birth on the infamously breezy March evening, an inky purple sky closing over tulsa and the hush of bristling leaves on swaying trees…….
im kidding ill stop omg
but seriously, idk where to start with this kid?? i guess that i just really have to emphasize that johnny had been through so much (so much!) and he still had a soft, sensitive heart that clung to the friends (more like family) around him. he had taken care of himself, probably only subconsciously making sure his heart didn’t harden the way dally’s did. i genuinely and deeply admire the way he had the balls to grit his teeth and stare into the face of the terrible shit thrown at him day after day. even through awful and overwhelming bouts of hopelessness and loneliness, he had been watching the sun come up and go down, sometimes not even waiting on tomorrow. he had been so resilient and strong that, at times, i can’t wrap my head around it.
to think that he was so afraid of going home, that he’d rather sleep out in the lot… and wake up the next morning without a word of his despair to anymore…
and it honestly hurts my heart quite a bit that he had thought nothing of this strength - that he thought his life was worthless actually because the suffering had been too much. and yet, even in the moment he felt that his life meant nothing, he sacrificed his record and conscience, killing someone to protect the life of someone else. he sacrificed his safety, and ultimately his life, for the lives of kid strangers - people who would probably only know his name and face from newspapers. nothing about the way his father beat him or how his drunk mother yelled at him and hit him. nothing about how he was a 16 year old who couldn’t see a future beyond 16 years for himself. he had sacrificed, giving, at times, when he really didn’t have much to give.
another really big part of my love for this kid was his source of motivation - the things that pushed him to continue the fight to live on, day after day. it was the way in which he’d seen goodness in the world even in the darkest of times, when nothing more than abuse and detachment had reigned and ruined his life. his comfort was with the friends that were more family to him than his actual parents. it was a type of goodness that he found he could keep coming home to. similarly, his compassion and understanding was with dally. it was kinda as though he’d seen a ray of sunshine pass through dal, when many people probably only had seen heavy, dark thunderclouds. it had seemed as though johnny had experienced so much negativity and absence of goodness, he still gave dally the benefit of the doubt. not to get cliché, but, yeah, he had seen the good in the world. and that’s what kept him going.
he deserved far more than what he got. and i just have so much love for him and for his heart. i aspire to be as strong as he was.
none of yall probably care but i just wrote a fuckin killer essay that im really proud of and in case anyone wants to read it im gonna share it here because im really happy with it. it is an analysis of the representation of illness and women in Nana by Emilie Zola (19th century french novel about a prostitute with a smelly vagina. u think im kidding but im literally not) and in case anyone is interested in the kind of shit u do as an english literature major, this is it! woo
do u edit ur sims childrens sometimes like for example if they come out super gross would u tweak them or 10000% never edit them?? idk jw bc i sometimes have to tweak my born in game sims n i downloaded jac n poe (idk what im gonna do w your sims yet but will update u!!) i was playin with genetics in cas and some of their kids look like wow weird
ya dude i do tht sometimes!!!!!! not all the time but sometimes u just gotta do it uk……i think its totes fine 2 do nbd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sometimes they have no jaw and im like. bro u need a jaw fam how u gonna eat doritos xoxo
Do you think the sand sibs look similar (not hair colour of course, but face structure etc)? Do people look at them and go "oh they're probably related"?
im gnna b real im the worst person to ask bc im terrible at telling if ppl look alike even irl u know. even if ppl r twins unless they dress the same i have a hard time w it. that said i think… probably yes. especially temari and gaara. i like 2 think that if they had the same hair color theyd look a lot alike. as a kid kankuro prob lookd a lot like them too but now hes bigger and also has broken his nose 500 times
how do u feel about littles having kids? i mean .. no one talks about it, and im 6 months pregnant with a little girl, im an in secret little and no one knows. im also an independent little. i think itll be fun and easy, what do you think
It would be pretty cool I mean since no one knows you are that’s totally up to you and whatever you do. I’m not very sure.
J: kids let’s go. We have to get on the road now if we wanna get to the beach on time!
JK: Who’s driving?
RM: I am.
JK: Lmao! No come on seriously :|
J: Calm down Jungkook, he’s only kidding, Im driving.
JK: Oh good.
JH: Im ready for our big dayyyyy~~~
V: I packed the brownies.
J: what brownies? I didn’t make any brownies.
V: Yeah u did, the ones u left on the tray by the couch.
J: the tray on the floor? The tray that jjanggu likes to do his business by?
V: yep! Probably a mistake on ur part to put them on the floor tho. And I couldn’t find anywhere to put them so I put them in Jimin’s bag :)
J: I don’t think those were brownies Taehyung–
JM: KIM TAEHYUNG WHY IS THERE DOG SHIT IN MY BAG??!!?!??!!!
JK: let’s just get in the car already guys.
SG: and hurry the fuck up, Im sleepy.
JH: ur always sleepy hyung.
SG: don’t fucking start with me bitch
RM: I don’t understand why I can’t drive, Im the leader.
JK: don’t get me wrong hyung, I think ur a great leader but I wouldn’t trust u with my life. heck I wouldn’t trust u with Jimin’s life.
RM: I’ll remember that tomorrow.
JH: this is why they don’t trust u Namjoon.
V: are u sure those weren’t brownies?
JM: Im fucking positive.