Saw this posted on my facebook this morning and just had to share. It continually amazes me how many people here on tumblr and elsewhere in the world continue to think the answer to racism is more racism…or that racism against white people is somehow “justified” or “doesn’t count as racism.”
Not only do white people think you’re full of shit, but so do your fellow POC.
I remember when I thought people in their 20’s were adults. Now all of my friends are in their 20’s and everybody is just kind of fumbling around bumping into each other, trying to figure out where the free food is
"One of the hardest decisions you’ll ever face in life is choosing whether to walk away or try harder"
My first born used to be so delicate to pain. She’d faint at the site of blood and cry at the grazes on her knees. But now, my first born is covered with tattoos on her arms. Hiding the holes, as if to say that she’s still a good girl, to please me. But white eyes and demonic possession tell me otherwise, because the needle in her arm has yet to be taken out. When she recovers back from her heaven, my hell, she wished she had died. How many years have I tried? From the age of fifteen, I don’t know how much longer I could go on living in a mess. My second born needs me too. But i guess, what’s best for the both of them is all the best I can do. Chances being given out like free samples, everyday to her. But one step forward and ten steps back is as near as I can get. Naive teenager. Innocent and easily manipulated by those around you. The innocent blunt. The curious stunts. Child in the womb, let’s move on to pills. But you see the bigger picture, and they got a job to pay the bills. My first born on the other hand, is laying in the gutter with her eyes rolled up in her head and the needle stuck in her vein, still. The innocent blunt as made my baby cry out for the reaper. And his dagger in my heart is penetrating deeper. But chance after chance I hand out to my child. My child. The child every mother loves to the end. But how far can my good intentions reach? As a mother, you preach good values. But what happens when you’ve lost total sanity over the most precious thing in the world. Constantly betraying you, but you never have the courage to cut all ties, do you? No matter how many turn the other way, you will always stay and say how much you will stick through it all. I am old now. Everything aches and my strength is vanishing, just like my first born. I am only human and sometimes our human nature limits our ability to carry out our good intentions. That needle is still in there and I’ve tried everything to yank it out. Perhaps, she’s better off dead, because I’m already half way dead too. And we can rejoice in heaven and no more suffering. But I really don’t know. I can’t even tell you what’s happening. I would like to know myself, how to get this needle out. To have her in full truth without the doubts. But I myself, am Doubting Thomas.
Hades puts up with so much shit during this movie, I sympathize with him more than Hercules.
Keng Lye - Alive without Breath (2013) - Hyperrealistic sea animals created using acrylics and epoxy resin, layer by layer
I will reblog this artist’s works every time it comes on my dash omfg
My Neighbor Totoro house built IRL.
"Your real name is… the Kohaku River!"