Sometimes (two times exactly, one by chance and one voluntarily) I go to a park and meet random people from other places. They are very random but they have a nice vibe and they offer me beer and weed and long story short I am tipsy and high (bc I went home and drank and smoke and I'm not gonna rest until I finish those beers) and I don't know I kinda cried watching the sunset but I am also lighter in a way cause these people were nice and I am feeling actual emotions so it's weird bye gotta work on the beers

Okay, but what's the moral of the story?
First of all, I don't personally think (as a person but also as a literature major) that every story has to have a moral, it can but it doesn't have to be the point of writing, or art in any way. You get it, right?
Well, anyway, I guess if I really should try to draw one out of it it's just that maybe idk connecting with people and really looking at stuff around us like landscapes and little tokens and shit can help us a bit. Like not solve our problems, shit is real, but like make it a little easier for a bit. Just, you know, we should be taking care of ourselves sometimes, like remember what we love about living, what are the good things about the world that maybe yes sucks but also has nice stuff. So I love you all.

(if you're a n*zi or a terf or the kind of person who likes the Joker ignore the last sentence. Wasn't talking to you)

Some of my beer was thrown away by my flatmate. I don't think they're gonna be mod anymore. Brb I'm farting on their stuff

I like the meme of Lea Michele who can't read itself, but I cannot post fun enough comment. Please drop in comments. I'll show you a plushie

I am very lucky in the sense that I can cry and text my bff I don't wanna see him anymore cause I am not enough and he will remind me that I don't need to be anything with him. Sometimes we should be allowed to be nothing

I think my like would actually improve if I took one shot of tequila with salt and lemon every day but at the same time I'm not in that phase of my life where I can keep lemons alive in my fridge

My partner has gotten hurt but I don't have a sexy nurse costume so I really don't know what to do

I have a lot of memes scheduled but like they come at random times, I like spin the wheel and let random numbers decide

This is a really important message and a beautiful illustration from a dear friend of mine, which in this moment is living a particularly bad time because of a random cisman in their life, so their rage is even more justified now.
I won't go into it cause it's not my place, but I will post my friend's Instagram and shop cause if you can and want buy something this would be a great time.
Thanks, and remember to care for your own, your chosen family, the people you belong to.

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My adorable mod adds, putting beautifully into words what I feel:

as a White as Fuck person, let me all tell you a little story, since it's what we do best:

When you have a privilege (for instance: I was born in a pretty good family, had high education, AM WHITE, etc.), every act of violence or oppression carried by other people of the same demographic, also benefits ✨you✨. Directly or indirectly. Whether you like it or not.

If you are white, you benefit from racism, bc it keeps the status quo in place.
If you're cis, you benefit from transphobia.
If you are rich, you benefit from class.
If you're a (cis) man, you benefit from the violence of every man in keeping others in control, since it's the most dominant class over each and every one.
If you are white, you benefit from everything, basically.

We always need to put in the work to unlearn and decolonise our own internalise behaviour. It's a work in progress and it will never be ended: deal with it.


BTW, IT'S NOT THAT HARD

What she says: "I don't even care if I hurt white cis men feelings!"
What she means: "I'm not saying it was my intention all along, but I kinda hoped so actually"