the country we live in

anonymous asked:

Ew Poland

You know, my country may have fucked up government. It may not be the best place to live. But it has its tragic and beautiful history. It has beautiful places. Beautiful language. And people bled for this country. So no matter how much I hate it sometimes, seeing a message “Ew Poland” will make me angry.

Do you not realise that messages like this, hating a certain country, is like hating people because they look differently? It’s the same kind of fucked up generalisation. I’d have a lot of reasons to write to someone from Russia “ew Russia” due to the history, but I’d never do that. Because, a) this person did not choose the place the were born and b) living in that country does not automatically make them bad. So I may be overreacting, but it needed to be said.

me: why do all countries not carry the same food items? We live in a globalized society, and food plays a large role in culture. Having the same food items available in all countries would further cultural globalization.

me on the inside: I want Kinder eggs gODAMnit

The real problem I have with American white nationalists is that this isn’t our land, our country. We stole this land, nearly murdered into extinction the people who lived here and stole another group of people and forced them build it up for us, under the threat of terror and death. On top of that, we’ve spewed hate and derision onto every successive group of immigrants to come here after us.

How is this anything to be proud of? How can you call this a “heritage?”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.