The List Of Things I Live For [insp.]

OH FUCK

Interrupting my unnecessary shit posting for something that is actually important

George Floyd, Rekia Boyd, Aiyana Stanley-Jones, Tamir Rice, Sandra Bland, Jordan Edwards.....These are just a few of the beautiful angels, whose lives were stolen from them and their families as a result of police brutality. It shatters my heart to know that there are so many other beautiful cherubs who have been killed, all of them innocent. When the people who were supposed to protect the innocent are killing them (especially CHILDREN), we know hatred and hostility is poisoning whatever humanity is left in this horrible, twisted society.

Do not look away. Do not close your eyes or stick your head in the sand. Remember them and tell their stories. NOT ALL LIVES MATTER UNTIL BLACK LIVES MATTER

when you didnt hear what someone said

Star Trek is the one shining light which says, no, we’re not going to destroy ourselves. We’re gonna continue and we’re gonna move out into the galaxy and be really handsome.

Simon Pegg (via thylaas)

The stories of women in my family who were forced into lives they didn’t want and didn’t utilize their passions breaks my heart. My grandma wanted to be a journalist and write about the injustices she saw inflicted on disabled ppl while she was volunteering at a state run institution as a teen. Her father decided that she was “too fat and stupid” for college and forced her to get married at 17 or else he’d make her homeless. As a kid she told me that she wished people believed that she had meaningful opinions on events around her. One of my great grandmothers wanted to be an artist but was pressured into marrying a man who beat her. She stayed up late each night when her children were in bed writing poetry and pasting it over elaborate collages she mad herself. We still have stacks of these notebooks she created but was never allowed to do anything with. My mother wanted to be an operatic singer and was considered a musical prodigy in her town because she taught herself three seperate instruments by 13. When she was 18 she met my then 30 year old father who emotionally manipulated her into giving up her dreams to start a family with him. As a kid I would hear her up at night playing the violin or doing vocal exercises until she became too depressed to practice anymore. Like idk y’all there’s a quiet type of violence in the way women’s talents are devalued and brushed aside in favor of bullying them into “traditional” roles that ultimately don’t fulfill what they wanted for their lives. We’ve lost so much art, music, writing, science, and happiness to misogyny.

i bolted out of bed in the dead of night to draw this

y’all ever wonder why half the beauty/cosmetics industry is geared towards anti-aging but they market almost none of it to men. i’ve never seen an ad for wrinkle cream for men, or age spot corrector for men, or youth serum for men, or crows feet treatment for men, like why are they allowed to age in peace but women aren’t. why can’t I just get fuckin old without every corner of every drugstore telling me it’s bad

Low energy?

Six shots of espresso, anger over your past, and Beethoven will fix that

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