Kaleidoscopeicsys - A Circus?

HEY GUYS!!

GUYS!!!

FRANCE HAS REACHED THE REQUIRED NUMBER OF SIGNATURES ON THE CITIZEN'S INITIATIVE AGAINST CONVERSION THERAPY IN THE EU!!

ONE COUNTRY DOWN, SIX TO GO!!

We also need still quite a few signatures in order to reach the one million required.

As to date, the six other countries with the most signatures are:

Spain - 38.72%

Finland - 30.31%

Ireland - 24.86%

Netherlands - 24.15%

Germany - 23.54%

Belgium - 23.09%

So yeah, still a long way to go, but we ARE slowly getting closer. Don't stop now! Don't let this stay within the community, either, if you have any friends or family who are open to queer rights, get them to sign, too!

This is so powerful, and so true; If you abstained from voting because you didn't want blood on your hands? Congrats you've successfully bathed yourself in it for the next decade or more.

The "if you voted for Trump unfollow me" posts are returning, but given then general makeup of your average tumblr user I think there's a different message I'd like to give.

If you didn't vote because "both parties are the same" or "it won't make a difference" or because Kamala wasn't the pure and perfect leader that you wanted or you "didn't want blood on your hands", honestly whether or not you follow me doesn't make a damned bit of difference. But I want you to look. Take a good look at the despair around you right now. And every godforsaken thing that follows I want you to fucking look. Look and know that you could have helped prevent it. We still haven't recovered from his last four years, the world hasn't fucking recovered, and now we're staring down the barrel of god knows how many more years and a river of fucking blood to come along with it.

But your pride and your principles were more important to you than the actual real fucking world we live in.

I hope, if nothing else, that you can take this in. I hope you learn. I hope you grow. I hope you find it in you to realize that in this country they soak our hands in blood the second we take our first breath and the only thing that matters then is what you fucking do with them. What you fight for. Who you fight for. Who you defend.

I hope you wake up. And you step up. And you fucking fight.

But until then. Don't you fucking dare look away.

Hell yeah!

Keep fighting

It’s not over yet.

I have so many takes that would be received way better coming from a cis woman.

reclusive child with elaborate imagination and maladaptive daydreaming to plural teenager who doesn’t identify with thier own body anymore pipeline is unfortunatelg real

“slut era” i whisper to myself as i rot in my bed, sick like a frail victorian child

I hate the phrase “I never let my disability stop me” because yeah, I do. I don't push myself to go for a run. I stop myself from committing to a bunch of outings. I let my disability stop me doing things that will cause me pain, endanger me, or worsen my health. I let my disability get in the way of things I am unable to do.

By definition, there are things we can't or shouldn't do. If you think that's not inspiring enough, then fuck you.

If you're a system, maybe you need to hear these words, to know you're not alone. It's a vent, but a struggle I think is common among us but never spoken on.

I don't like thinking about the past because it forces me to think about the ghosts of myself immortalized forever in my soul but not here to live the life they fought for. I don't like thinking about the past because I see their faces, hear their voices, whispy and distorted, the faces of those of us who lived those nightmares. Who died in the battle for us to become who we are today. Those who fought for our future but never came back. Left to rot alone in the depths of our mind and soul, forever reliving the nightmares they fought for us to make it here.

To other systems out there, if you feel like this you're not alone. Don't feel guilty for surviving, for being here when they aren't. You're not stealing, you're not taking their life from them, you're living the life they fought for you to have. They died for you, not because of you. You are not guilty, it's the people and places that hurt you, they are at fault.

- Kali, from all of us.

what you see is the void beyond

two sentence horror story. My head feels fuzzy. pk;m new.