LAPOOR

TAVI, ADULTS CAN BEAT YOU DOWN ALL THEY WANT, BUT YOUR OPINIONS MATTER NO MATTER HOW OLD YOU ARE. THEY THINK THEY CAN PREDICT YOUR FUTURE LIKE THAT AND SHIT. WHO ARE THEY? THEY KNOW NOTHING OF YOUR FUTURE. WTF. SO ANNOYED.

it's only Tuesday....

(via fromsecondstory)

damn right! the rest of this week is going to be crazy and awesome. even though my stomach feels as tight as a knot right now and it’s difficult to breathe, i know i tried and took some huge leaps recently.

The System

spendtime:

I don’t want to be 
judged or discriminated against. 
I find myself censoring everything….
anecdotes, feelings, even simple day-to-day greetings. 
“How are you?”
Always “fine” or “good” 
and a hasty “how are you?” 
Never “Today, someone did something that made me uncomfortable” or “I’ve been really depressed lately …. I’ve started cutting again.” 
Just becoming another rusty cog in the machine that is the system. 
Working indefinitely. 
The facade appears so well-oiled, but the core is burning up and crumbling. 
I don’t want to selfishly occupy your time, but thank you. 
I appreciate the gesture. I really do. 
Everything is bottled up. 
Filled to the brim, 
Hurt is ready to boil over
the froth developed from systematic abuse  
is not as innocent as it looks
it’s acidic, poisonous, and venomous 
Working so hard to please others
fighting through the brambles and thickets for what I believe
thrashing in the grip of oppression
and through the sting of thorns
I just want to be heard
but it’s so difficult
because I am succumbing to the system
telling myself that what I have to say
is insignificant, irrelevant
always too sweet, always too sour
I need to stop these second guesses  
According to the system, 
my voice doesn’t matter
According to the system, 
women don’t matter
According to the system, 
only white, straight, adult, males 
matter
I know I am going to change the system
Because otherwise, according to the system, I am nothing. At. All.

-Adriana Gogolin

i love you adriana!!! you should present this to the cast! on saturday because we have endless presentations! the part about looking innocent, but it’s not… i think that will be a big aspect of our show. i had never heard the word “normalized” before this year and we use it a ton. i really love this!

What I Feel Everyday

spendtime:

Stop calling it gay when you have a lot of homework. Stop calling him a faggot when he wears a sweater from American Apparel. Stop calling her a dyke because she’s stronger and tougher than you and that intimidates you. Stop prefacing with “no homo” at the start of every sentence.
Because really, who cares if you’re homo or no homo, we’re all homo sapiens and that’s all that matters. We all have attractions and desires, what difference does it make who they’re towards? As humans we have this need to organize and categorize, to define the line between white and black, male and female, young and old, gay and straight. We’re forced to decide and pick a side, which box we will fit into? No middle ground, no merging, no switching back and forth.
And who wins when we do this to ourselves? When we’re restricted to these classifications, not allowing ourselves room to explore or experiment because we’re so afraid to fall outside the lines. And for good reason. We might get called a faggot or a lezbo. So we protect ourselves with “no homo” and the misuse of the word “gay.” In the process distancing ourselves from those who aren’t stuck in the straight box when we should really be embracing them because at least they have the guts to go against the norm and be honest about who they are.
So stop caring! Let yourself be emotional, step outside of your comfort zone, wear those pants even if they’re a little tight, take your make-up off when you go to the gym! And stop degrading a way of life through your everyday vernacular and feeding the power of heterosexuality with your words. Just stop hating.
And while I’m up here, stop saying, “retarded”, it doesn’t mean stupid. Stop calling girls bitches when they’re just not that into you. Stop saying the n-word, just stop. Stop calling all Latinos Mexican and all Asians Chinese. It’s not about politically correct, it’s about the power of words. We wouldn’t open our mouths if we thought words were weak and meaningless. Stop using the dictionary as a shield or a sword, instruments of fear and hate. Put it in your toolbox with the wrenches and the hammers, use it as a tool to spread change, love and hope. The choice is yours. Next time you open your mouth, make it.

-Neva Bowers

II LOOOVEE NEEEVVAAA!!!!

so much judging and hate goes down on facebook so i wrote this up quickly and will post it as a note. i hope people see it.

(i wanted to write this so people might get where i’m coming from all the time. you can show it to anyone you think might want/need to see it. also if i forgot anything, just tell me to add whatever…)


saying “that’s gay” about stupid shit equates being gay with being stupid in my mind. when people say that it’s a punch in the stomach, because it keeps me thinking that people don’t like and won’t accept gay lifestyle. 

when people call people bitches in a bad way, i don’t think of female dogs, i think of women who have been treated as less than human by men around the world, throughout history, and now. i think of how i’m treated differently because i’m a woman and how i never feel safe walking anywhere alone. 

when people generalize one group of people and treat everyone in that group accordingly i start to feel totally hopeless. i feel like no one will be able to see me as a person, as me. it makes me feel that racism, sexism, adultism, and heterosexism will go on forever. (makes me think of genocide.)

when people judge other people i feel angry. why can’t we try to accept each other. why can’t we have good intentions and try to help each other understand, change for the better. i don’t like judgement on physical appearance that people can’t help. it seems so basic to me that that is offensive, but i guess some people don’t get that.

when people don’t take my thoughts and feelings seriously (however small and meaningless they may seem), i feel like they don’t know how much they can affect me. the way i think, the way i feel, the way i live.

try to understand where people are coming from. try to love them, and hate what is making them act whatever sad way they might act. no one is born evil with intentions to hurt you. there is usually a reason for the way they are… give them a chance and try not to give up on them. they probably need to change as much as you need them to change.

try to love the people around you. try to love yourself. life is hard, but just try.

to do

• new launders
• personalized
• wrap/sort
• fold laundry
• clean
• make brownies
• photo
• tech hw? NO CAN DO SORRY BOSS
• superlative
• dur

reblog with 3 things you say too much

frogsandcrowns:

1. wow (with or without ”that’s lovely!”

2. sorry

3. putain (the french for fuck)

haha. i find myself saying lots:

1. das all ah gotta say.

2. fuckan’

3. chill liek shiet (many variations of that)

4. oh yeah and i say stuff is “nerdy” a lot no matter what it is.

i hate that i have to fight to win people's respect and lack of judgment

let’s become open and loving friends within the course of a day. i’ll know that you aren’t judging me, you’ll know that i’m not judging you.

show me something new

show me something different