“in My Slut Era” And I Look Like This

mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see

literally all jobs rn are just like: ohhh were URGENTLY hiring!!! we need employees soooo bad!!! NOT YOU . we need employees right now omgggg stopppp we need workersss…. not you tho i hope you die in a fire forever but omggg nobody wants to work anymore… we are urgently hiring where are all the workerssss…. UGH OMG STOP FUCKING ASKING FOR A JOB !!!! WE DONT WANT YOU !! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE . anyway. we are URGENTLY hirin-

something my mum always taught us was to look for the resources we're entitled to, and use them. public land? know your access rights and responsibilities, go there and exercise them. libraries? go there and talk to librarians and read community notice boards, find out what other people are doing around you, ask questions, use the printers. public records offices? go in there, learn what they hold and what you can access, look at old maps, get your full birth certificate copied, check out the census from your neighbourhood a hundred years ago. are you entitled to social support? find out, take it, use it. does the local art college have facilities open to the public? go in, look around, check out their exhibit on ancient looms or whatever, shop in their campus art supply store. it applies online too, there is so much shit in the world that belongs to the public commons that you can access and use if you just take a minute to wonder what might exist!!!

An Open Letter to White Emo Kids

When I was thirteen years old, I googled ‘how to be emo.’ The music, the aesthetics, the darkness of it all captivated me. There was transgression there, with boys in makeup and girls who weren’t ashamed to be bisexual. The online emo community on google plus (anyone else remember google plus? Just me?) took me in with open arms. I was allowed to be depressed, I didn’t have to hide my burgeoning sexuality or the starts of my struggle with depression, something I now know was caused by intense amounts of dysphoria and life in an abusive and queerphobic household.

Only, there was one problem. I wasn’t white. 

Certainly, nobody would say they had an issue with me being Latino to my face. Most people in the scene genuinely believed they were not racist. After all, they loved Latino people, they thought the guys in Pierce the Veil were so hot. They appreciated the culture too, sombreros and maracas were the full extent of Mexican culture, right? 

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hoy me toca introducción a la macroeconomía (QUE MIERDA 🤢) y judaísmo y ecología (que linda 🥰)

buenos días…ya empiezan las clases hoy! pero…todavía estoy acostada en la pinche cama.. me pueden mandar la gana de levantarme? pls?

I made more yum food last yr than I realized!

but mr krabs you said we would be reincarnated

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being boring