#41
White privilege is living on stolen land, and having the arrogance to say “Go back to where you came from”.
(via genderedge)
FUCK YEAH!
(Source: putawh0re, via merrymissanthropic)
Osteosarcoma
Oh my god…no wonder my knee hurt so bad.
this is what i had in my body. ahhhh D:
It’s really fucking scary when you actually see it.
I really want to ask my Doctor if they took a picture of my bone, because I want to see it…but I’m seriously afraid of what it looks like. Just looking at this…it makes me cry, because I had something that terrifying inside of me for…god knows how long. It’s really scary, and it makes me think “What if it comes back?” I never thought - for some reason - that it could go on other bones like that…but now I know that it can grow on any bone in my body. What if it comes back somewhere worse? Somewhere they can’t replace?
I’m terrified every day, and I just want the fear to stop. I want to be certain this will never happen to me again, but how can I be? What if it comes back worse than before, in a place where I can’t have it removed? …I’m just so scared, every day of my life will be fearful because I’ll always be wondering “What if it’s growing inside me again?”
Oh god. Yeah, it scares me to know that this is what was going on in my pelvis. I’ve been pretty lucky that the only problems I’ve been having is with the nodules in my lungs instead of more tumors. One of my biggest fears is that it’ll come back in my arms, because using my crutches is part of what keeps me sane.
This scares me, because they think this is what’s going on with my knee cap :(
For my town’s chalk festival, I drew femme ftm myself as a My Little Pony, in drag, with a cutie mark that stands for transcending gender. There were excited shouts of “I’ve never seen *this* pony before!” from children and disapproving and confused glares from their parents. I screwed with a hell of a lot small town, conservative, religious, cissexist, homophobic, transphobic minds. And that is art well done.
it doesnt matter how much someone likes your stuff, it’s still rude to wear it. get your own stuff to wear.
thisisnotafrica.tumblr.com (via sexijexi)
The more I understand the world around me and how it works
The more I need to cover the “tribal” rose on my arm. Yeah, it’s from my favorite book series. But the cultural appropriation that comes with it bothers the hell out of me. The particular tribes with the designs these are bastardizations of have significant meanings tied into them, and here I am, wearing a bastardization of something I didn’t earn. I wish we started teaching this in school. But FUCK YEAH! ‘MERRICA! It’s totally cool to bastardize and mutilate other people’s cultures without thinking twice about what the fuck we’re doing.
I’m going to design my OWN tattoo. Something that has meaning to me as a person, or has something to do with my culture, instead of jacking someone else’s.
(Source: suchaladybutimdancinlikeahoe, via the-riot-grrrl)
taylor slutshaming white supremacist special snowflake swift
Now I knew that I didn’t like this bitch. First the slut-shamed filled lyrical content of her shit songs - her use of homophobic lyrical content… and now this. Fuck her.
what the actual fuck….?!
What, the fuck?
Now, I know the swastika was used for other things in the past and was approriated horribly.
But I doubt that’s what this is about.
mutherfucking Swift hanging with her murtherfucking Stormfront mates
What the fuck is this? Seriously. And NO ONE here in good old ‘Merica seems to fucking care. Good job. I hate living here.
It’s 3 A.M. and it’s lonely down here,
The walls are closing in and I can’t sleep
I hear the scratches in the wall and my heart that skips a beat,
And I can’t sleep
It’s 5 A.M. and the sun is coming up
But it’s still lonely down here
The scratches stopped and there’s only the sound of my own blood rushing through
The veins behind my mismatched flesh.
And I never slept
The thoughts are so pervasive
I can’t seem to shake it.
I don’t belong here.
I should be someone else.
It’s 7 A.M. and the birds are outside singing
The sweet melancholy notes my voice could never hit.
I’d give it all again and again just to be what we call normal
But it’s always been easier to sing bass than soprano.
It’s 9 A.M. and the shower’s running
I can’t bare to look at myself naked anymore
I know that the pieces don’t add up
And I never got any sleep
Because it’s too lonely down here
The thoughts are so pervasive,
I can’t seem to shake it.
I don’t belong here.
I should be someone else.
It’s 11 A.M. and the world is wide awake,
I do my best to bind my shame,
I do my best to hide it,
But I know that it’s not for real.
It’s just pretend.
(via zodiacsociety)