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Hey friend, I hope I can ask a favour from you. I’m a black non-binary lesbian going through a tough phase as Both of my parents are openly homophobic and transphobic. I've organised a crowdfunding to solicit for support to evacuate my home, it's been help for me. Please consider to donate to my pinned link on my profile if you can Reblog and share my pin post to reach a large audience with support . Anything helps at the moment.🙏❤️
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If you aren't able to help them, perhaps tell your friends or enemies, I dunno, but tell them, that this is a story about a person in need, and that they need a lift from you. A lift could be as simple as word of mouth, reblogging, texting, crossposting on various platforms, and if there's anything else use that creativity or some strategic way to help this epic human :)
The bird cries,
it sails through the skies as its flock demands,
and skims the seas bustling with life,
The bird flies,
it whisks past windows as whimsy commands,
and holds the suns hands,
when she reaches high up above all lands,
The bird stands,
it will lay with its feather,
when it finds the promised land it will rest forever,
The bird lands,
It understands,
It lays down in man-made sand,
The bird cries.
sometimes i think of 5th grade me and how hurt she was and how much i hate her and how she is stillme and how i love her so much and then i cry
"Let me tell you something about nature. Nature never allows you to fall on your face if you take risks - never. It goes like this;
if you laugh you risk appearing to be a fool.
If you weep, you risk appearing to be sentimental.
If you reach out for another, you risk rejection.
If you love, you risk not being loved in return.
If you place your dreams in front of the crowd - as we do - you risk ridicule.
If you go forward in the face of overwhelming odds, you risk failure but risk must be taken for the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, has nothing, does nothing, is nothing. That person may avoid suffering, pain and embarrassment but that individual will not learn, grow, feel, love or change. Only the person who takes risks is truly free."
- Chris Eubank
She used to gaze up at the stars
When mom drove her home at night
She thought everyone would know her name
And she'd never be put down without a fight
They said you can do what you put your mind to
But she was always scared of changing her mind
She didn't know the world the way she does now
That dreams like that were not for her to find
-- a poem by me
Lautski Day 5: change 👗
@lautski-week
🇺🇸 Mr. Name doesn’t handle change very well. 🇧🇷 O Sr. Nome não lida bem com mudanças.
"you can't always stay the same. trauma and happiness will change you, for better or for worse. stop clinging to what used to be, and accept the future with glee."
-OBR
I did a redraw of some #rickandmorty #fanart I did in the beginning of the school year, this is my progress 🙆😊 I'm proud of this 😄 Tag your it ♡️: #traditional #art #school #progress #change #marker #pencil #rick #morty #Smith #Sanchez #toxic
I find my courage in each small step forward; my motivation grows with every challenge I embrace, turning hurdles into stepping stones.
Old dogs CAN learn new tricks!
It's fun. When we're young we get shoved in many directions by those who are supposed to be "teaching" us. We don't realize just how broken most of those folks are and to be fair, they usually don't have a clue either. As we grow and experience life, we get shoved around by reality and forced to play by certain rules because well, things don't slow down long enough in many cases to realize there are other options. Here's where I giggle and say again... broken humans creating broken humans. But, if we're lucky... there comes a point where we can take a breath, look around, see just how twisty things, situations, and people really are.... and begin to rethink how we want to navigate our way through the chaos. That's where I'm at. It's messy. I make mistakes. I wander around clueless a lot. I flop onto the floor and just wait for things to give me less of a headache. I try new things. I laugh and cross some things off my try, or try again, lists. And sometimes... I squeal like a hyper six year old and giggle bounce trying to show anyone who will pay attention my most recent accomplishment... even if sometimes it seems MUCH bigger to me than it would to ANYONE else. hahaha The important part here is that I'm learning a LOT about who I am, who I was sort of forced to pretend to be, and how the actual me can function more smoothly in the world of twisty humans. I'm beginning to understand glitches, adjust my priorities, find new ways of seeking the options I want, and having plenty of fun in the process. I really wish I could have done this when my brain and body were a bit more... cooperative but hey... take it when ya get it right? heh Anyway... I've shared. I hope you're having some fun in the little glimmery moments of life. Laters.
Patience.
Patience was never a virtue I thought I had. I mean sure, I have enough patience to wait for my Amazon package to arrive or the will power to not open a Christmas present early. But waiting for things to change, for things to change in my current life’s state, is difficult.
Waiting for that kind of change is so hard. You work towards the change to the best of your ability, but there is no end date or estimated time of arrival. With Amazon packages, you have tracking notifications. With Christmas presents, you know it occurs on the same day every year. But with life, no one knows. The only think I know is I’m still trying and I’m trying to make progress.
But how far I’m getting, how much closer I am, I wish I knew.
Confrontation.
Is it better to wait it out to see what happens, or is it better just go outright and ask what's going on? What if the timing isn't right and you just messed everything up? Is it necessary to know right this instance, if nothing is really wrong? Or does the fact that the curiosity is eating at you enough to make you push for an answer? Or maybe it's just a waste of time to bother. Maybe it's all too late and the changes have already been made. And who are you to alter what's already happened?
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Hard Core
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i actually would end it, this is MY space and my space only
Loving her was never going to be fair you know?
its like trying to love a hurricane as its ripping through your sheets.
But she wasn’t always like that though.
She used to be the summer breeze as it whispered in your ear.
She was the sand in your shoe reminding you of sunny days on the beach.
Then she fell in love with her own hurricane and she was never quit the same.
He began as the ocean that she slowly let flow across her feet.
But before she knew it she was knee deep in the water, and soon
she was swimming as far out as she could go.
She loved the water rolling over her skin.
Once she was too far out to turn back thats when the clouds began rolling in
The storm forced her under the water until her lungs felt as if they would collapse.
She began to love the burning in her lungs, the desperation for air, the blurred vision. But just as she was about to give in the storm brought her back to the shorelines tattered and bruised.
She spent days and months on the beach hoping to be taken back out to sea. All she was given was the quiet whispers of the waves coming into shore. She spent her days chasing the storm, and nights in the warmth of others arms. She filled her lungs with cigarette smoke hoping for a moment to recreate the burning sensation and liquor to drown out the emptiness left inside. But she never was quite the same.
Like I said, Youll never forget your first hurricane.
And now she’s yours.
a lil collage I did <3
sharing it here cuz TECHNICALLY this blog is not just sdv LAWL
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I do sometimes post audio edits on my channel that is dedicated to said edits, and we need to talk about this one.
The song itself is a mashup of two songs, Me and My Husband" by Mitski and Change by Deftones. I would just throw any pick of any character there, but I choose Violet. I choose her because that's how I think she feels. In this moment of the story, she witnesses the death of a strong revolutionary, her great acquaintance, the death of jinxters leader, the death of Gert. I think it changes Vi fundamentally. On this point of the story, she is sure she destroyed every single aspect of her sisters existence, she is sure she betrayed her class, she is sure she betrayed everything her dad was standing for, she lost, she gone down, she turned into the dirt under elegant expensively made nails, but jinxters as a movement can not mean nothing to her, as much as season two brushes it away, it is not possible. She failed, she forgot what she used to believe, she broke, she turned off the road she was on her entire life, but there are people who are still standing for their beliefs, they are stronger, they are still there, right?
She takes Gert's hand, she looks her in the eyes as her face gets distorted by pain beyond human endurance. Woman's eyes slowly glaze as Gert gets in the dark. Before Violet can even process what had happened, she gets drugged away by strangers hands. The blue fire of revolution that remained for Vi in Gert's dreadlocks, in blue makeup on her eyes, in the ardour of her soul, this fire had gone out. Gert's corpses are getting drugged now and thrown somewhere with the rest of the corpses. She is no more a friend, she is no more a leader, she is no more a hope, she is now just a dead criminal. That's what they're going to write about her in books on the rich people's behave. a criminal. Vi was sure the place she was at changed her forever, heavily, but Vi is still Vi right?
Violet is dead. The rest of Vi died in that fight, holding Gert's hand. Time passed, years changed, but on the darkest nights, the only thing Vi was able to think about was this look that she saw in Gert's eyes, filled with tears, eyes with blue makeup on them, eyes over which hung blue dreadlocks. blue.
Chang'e being silly! She’s so girly!
When will appear the day where I am finally ready to open my eyes? Stop hiding from days, months, years which I apologize with "Today is just one of the other kind"
Where I will stop dividing days into "this kind" and "good kind"
Where I won't fear falling asleep because of how terrifying it feels waking up and living without changes
Where driving home won't feel like an obstacle I can't overcome but end up panicking every Sunday all over it again
Where I am ready to open my eyes and perceive the colors of the world swallow them and start to see what I am missing by holding my eyes closed
“I am going to change, I promise” I never knew that changing could mean leaving Maybe not even you knew Maybe no one could
I saw that; I saw you How you kept your promise of changing How you and your mind drifted away every day a little bit more a little bit more away from me away from staying
I changed to stop you from leaving No matter how similar we may be Our words may sound the same But changing never meant leaving to me
Like I never meant home to you