guys, the police here in chile are shooting teenagers who are protesting against the government and metro fare rise, it’s really happening and it’s frightening, please share information about this because the press here is trying to make as if this is just a little riot but it’s not, police started with teargas and now they are shooting at minors.
(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)
Walking into the living room, Jason glances over to see David fixated on his phone with a wide grin on his face. “What’s up with him?” Jason turns to Natalie who sighs quietly.
“He wanted to do that number neighbour challenge and seems like they’ve hit it off.” Natalie explains, hesitant to have let David do it in case it was some psychopath who could trace David’s number back to the house. “He’s not gone off of his phone since they answered like,” Looking over her shoulder, Natalie chuckles to herself as she checks the time. “four hours ago.”
Jason smiles to himself as he nears David who remains oblivious until he can feel someone leaning over him. “Hey, Jase.” David mutters as he continues to type a response back to his number neighbour.
“So, you joined the trend, huh?” Jason raises an eyebrow to David who quickly glances away from his phone to nod to his friend. “Know anything about them yet?”
Rubbing his lips together, David once again nods shortly. “Her name is Y/n, and she doesn’t live in LA. She’s in New York.” David quickly explains with a small smile ghosting his lips.
“Y/n, huh?” Jason takes a seat on the sofa, leaning back as he smiles smugly.
“Don’t start, Jase.” David quickly comments before responding to you once again, eager to read your response. “She’s just my number neighbour.” He can feel himself lying already, and he knows that if anyone can sense his lies it’ll be Jason.
Holding his hands up in defence, Jason pulls his phone out. “Whatever you say, Dave.”
It had been over a week since you had started talking to your number neighbour. You witnessed the trend popping up all over Twitter and thought it was funny. But you were raised to be cautious of strangers, and you maintained that logic until you received a text from an unknown number.
‘hey neighbour, i’m david - pleasure to talk to you. (pls don’t call the cops, it’s a trend) (i hope you’re not some old man who has no idea what any of this means)’
A bizarre message to start your day has led to more than you could’ve anticipated happening from some dumb trend.
Every time your phone goes off, you pick it up too quickly for your own comfort. You smile like a giddy school girl as he replies with something witty or entertaining. Whoever David may be, he’s got a sense of humour like yours. Finally, you think to yourself, you’ve found someone on your level.
Hours pass by and your flatmate comes home to find you lying upside down on the sofa. “Y/n?” He calls out as you slowly sit upright, groaning at the blood rush.
“How was work?” You question watching as he throws his bag onto the sofa and lies down face first with a heavy sigh. “Guess that answers my question.” You mutter under your breath as you head to the kitchen, leaving your phone on the sofa.
Standing in the kitchen, you boil the kettle remaining oblivious to Nick’s actions whilst you have your back turned. “Who is David and why am I only just finding this out?” Nick yells, catching you off guard as you rush into the living room, jumping onto the sofa as you grab your phone.
Nick looks at you with wide eyes. “He’s erm, a friend.” You quickly state, furrowing your brows together. “I mean, I don’t know if I can class him as a friend. He’s my number neighbour.” You explain, finishing with a bright smile as Nick rolls his eyes.
“You seriously got involved in that dumb trend?” He asks as he pulls a face, always taking the parent role out of the two of you.
You lower your eyes from his green gaze as you nod. “I mean, he messaged me first.” You add, hoping it might ease the conversation matter. “And he’s really nice. He’s in his early twenties, lives in LA, works in the film industry or something.” You recite information you’ve learnt like pages from a book, except you can’t shake the grin from your face.
“He could be lying you know,” Nick bursts the bubble of your perfect daydream with a sharp pin, watching you disappear and return to reality.
Brushing off the comment, you simply reply to David and drown out Nick’s complaints, but you can’t help but have that thought linger.
“She’s an artist. And, and she drives a Vespa when she is at home but lives in New York for work.” David gushes all about you to the girls who sit and listen in his room, taking in his pure excitement over you. “I just wanna meet her.” He sighs as he collapses down into his pillows, causing Erin to laugh.
“Why don’t you guys facetime or something?” Erin suggests and David shakes his head.
“I don’t want her seeing me and maybe she knows who I am. And then that’s it, covers blown and I’m just an influencer to her.” David reels off his thoughts to the girls who ponder what he’s just stated.
Corinna clears her throat. “From what it sounds like, David I don’t think she’ll be like that.”
Looking around, David watches as all the girl’s nod in agreement. “You guys have been talking for what, three weeks now?” Carly speaks up.
David nods to himself and Corinna walks over and sits on his bed beside him. “Make the move, dude. She’ll love ya for it.” She gives him a small squeeze, ignoring his discomfort as he psyches himself up for it.
Walking out of your room, you rush into the living room and sit beside Nick.
Pausing his video, he turns to see you with wide eyes. “What?” He questions as he glances down to see your phone that you’re holding out to him.
His eyes scan over the words you read moments ago and he looks back at you. “Should I?” You nervously question, chewing on the inside of your cheek as Nick contemplates his response. “I mean, it’s a laugh if it goes wrong, right?” You’ve thought of every outcome this has, and none of them ends well for either of you.
Your eyes follow his as he scrolls through the last few messages. “You guys talk a lot, don’t you.” He thinks aloud, lifting his eyes up to see you half-heartedly nod. “I say go for it.” He passes you back your phone as you hug him. “Just don’t tell him where we live, alright.” He yells as you wander back toward your bedroom, hearing the video resume and the faint sound of it playing.
“Hey guys so todays video is sponsored by SeatGeek. SeatGeek is an amazing app that gets you tickets in literally the easiest way possible-”
Closing your bedroom door, you sit in front of your desk and mentally prepare yourself to face David for the first time, and possibly the last.
“Gilbert,” whispered Anne imploringly, “the baby- is all right.. isn’t she? Tell me, tell me.”
Gilbert was a long while in turning round; then he bent over Anne and looked in her eyes. Marilla, listening fearfully outside the door, heard a pitiful, heartbroken moan, and fled to the kitchen where Susan was weeping.
if you are a young person in the UK and are not registered, PLEASE do so right now through the link below. i know it feels like all we hear about is politics politics politics, while nothing ever changes, but this election is one of the last chances you have to make yourself heard on matters that will impact at least the next five years of your life, and far beyond when it comes to brexit.
11:59pm on 26 november is the deadline. that’s tuesday. it takes 5 minutes of your time, and just a little effort on election day. you can even opt for a postal vote so all you have to do is pop your choice into the nearest post box.
the younger generation is so often criticized for being apathetic towards politics when in fact we are some of the most passionate. so go out and make 12 december one of the best turn outs from young voters. please?
I am incredibly sad there’s people spreading nasty things about me as of lately. Incredibly sad there’s actual human beings who freely take a moment out of their lives to pile up their assumptions together in a post and then mindlessly spread the hate. They accuse me of being a terf (a term I was only familiar with b/c it’s the internet and I’ve obviously come to know what a terf is / means and how hurtful it can be to trans people when they are being attacked by people who are terfs). I’m just interested in the literature, I’ve had this blog for over 8 years and it’s incredibly disappointing to see people being naive enough so as to believe these pathetic lies. I am hurt first of all because I do not wish my trans women & men followers to think I have anything against them. It is BEYOND ME the fact that people in 2019 indulge in attacking a person for merely being who they are. It is beyond me that people get verbally, emotionally and often even physically hurt by other so-called “people” who think they have the right to not merely brush off but ATTACK a person’s natural RIGHT to embody themselves to the core and freely be. I have never, ever expressed anything bad about transgender people in my life. Ever. This post I’ve seen going around the internet contains a bunch of TRAGIC things, the first one being that I supposedly reblogged a post from a certain well-known around tumblr terf and since I reblogged that post this makes me a terf. First of all: When I hit reblog (me and I’m sure MANY people) I am not always that careful about the wording of all the text posts I reblog. I’m a human being and I believe it’s only natural? That particular text post was referring to people who “fake their sexuality” and in MY HEAD (keep in mind I am not a native speaker) this translated as “people who purposefully fake their sexuality just to gain something out of a particular situation and not because they are repressed, or struggling, or just generally uncomfortable etc. etc.”…this post, to me, felt as if it was referring to PEOPLE (people, vaguely like that, not trans people BY ANY MEANS) that just fake their sexuality to GAIN SOMETHING OUT OF SOMETHING. Pragmatically speaking. It meant oportunists for me and people who exploit situations very mindlessly. I payed no particular attention to the wording of the post, I hit reblog and let it rest. I didn’t read the post twice as I often do when I’m in a rush ofc. I also did not pay attention to the person I had reblogged it from (??) b/c I follow tons of people here and even though we were mutuals…I just didn’t know a lot about that particular person at the time. Didn’t know she was a terf, didn’t know she had anything against trans people, just plainly didn’t know and wasn’t interested in the details of what she believes in and merely enjoyed her gothic content, her cat posts and her overall aesthetic. Also: she was always nice to me, she was fully respectful of my posts and my content (she occasionally reblogged my stuff as well) and just…there was NO AWARENESS on my part of how the wording of that post meant something completely different and something I WOULD NEVER, EVER stand behind such as referring to trans people as merely “people who fake their sexuality”. Trans people are CERTAINLY. MOST CERTAINLY. NOT. PEOPLE. WHO JUST FAKE THEIR SEXUALITY. (what does sexuality got to do with one’s gender btw?) and I no way in HELL stand behind such crap. I don’t. I am taking this very seriously. Incredibly, incredibly seriously. I do not wish any of my followers to feel offended, hurt or betrayed in the slightest. I have done my best (and often failed) to maintain my integrity and keep this blog genuine, honest, all-inclusive and most importantly bullshit-free. I have done my best to keep this blog a safe place for everyone who loves and enjoys literature; the kind of literature I love and adore. The kind of literature I choose to post and will continue posting no matter what. Controversial as certain authors and poets might feel to some people. I will not have people who have no idea about who I am trying to put mud on what I do and trying to make me come across as someone who is not conscientious enough to defend herself when being attacked by people who have been misinformed enough themselves so as to think I am someone I am not. I’m just a girl with a blog, a literature blog, who has nothing against anyone. Truly and most sincerely. You can scan my entire blog and you will NEVER, EVER find anything against any group of people. I am no racist, sexist or transphobic and it was never my intention to hurt anyone. I do not think of people in terms of their gender wtfff…this is so stupid you guys. This is stupid. I can’t believe I am stating such crystal clear facts (not even opinions, facts) that shouldn’t have to be stated. It’s crazy. It’s crazy to think that there’s people who think of other human beings in terms of gender and sexuality. It HORRIFIES ME. IT ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIES ME. This is the last post I’m making on this entire situation but do know that I’ve been hurt a lot by these lies and I’ve been extra hurt that long time followers of mine believe this kind of horrifying crap.
To cut the long story short: they go on accusing me for adding trigger warnings to my posts (wtff) – such as “body image tw” (I always add trigger warnings to my post whenever suicide, death, anorexia, mental illness or body dysphoria is concerned. I try to be super mindful of people being triggered by such issues but again there’s the language gap since I am not a native speaker and can occasionally go wrong in my judgments and perceptions as far as decisions of adding trigger warnings are concerned), reading Adrienne Rich (whom I love for her poetry and her revolutionary, to me, views on social justice and activism although as I’ve never been really interested in her radical feminist stuff, I haven’t even READ her radical feminist stuff) and last but not least they have the nerve to call me an antisemite (my god my god my GOD the limits to which people will go, the sheer audacity) for supposedly not acknowledging Sylvia Plath was an antisemite (jeesus, jesus CHRIST how many times since 2012 will I have to say that it’s my right and everyone’s right to still read people who might be controversial for the rest of you…I used to be so hugely conflicted myself about her use of language but I have been reading the woman for almost 8 years now and I’ve come to conclude FOR MYSELF that she was not, she truly was not the antisemite, racist, mentally ill-but-still-not-worthy-of-being read-outside-of-her-mental illness-label poetess people have painted her to be. I am aware that she wasn’t a perfect person (who is?), I am aware that her metaphors can be hugely hard to swallow here and there but Sylvia Plath…the actual person Sylvia Plath was is something completely different? Having read her letters, having known how enthusiastic she was about hebrew culture when she was still a little girl, having come to understand that sometimes Plath’s language flew and flew and she didn’t carefully “weigh” her words (she simply payed attention to exactitude. and she payed for that kind of exactitude in her language), having seen her express ONLY NICE THINGS about jewish people in her letters, I do not understand how people can twist things so easily and take them out of context and just twist and twist and twist them ENDLESSLY just because they feel they are entitled to assume what lies in a person’s core. Anyway. I’ll leave this here because I wholly stan it and I couldn’t have said it better myself: