The Best Thing In The Entire Goddamn World Is The Fact That Human Beings Have Hands Perfectly Capable

was on the phone with my oldest sister two days ago, after a long long day. on the floor of my bedroom, full face of makeup and sweat on my forehead. she said 'you know our mother is a bit cruel right? more than others' and. she's right. that also wasn't the right moment to be saying that. how could i tell her 'you haven't lived with her in six years. i've seen her nearly every single day. she's crueler and sadder and more pitiful than ever. you're right. she's cruel. how could u say that so easily though. she's made me cry nearly every day for over a month. you've been her daughter ten years longer than i have. how could you call her cruel. have you forgotten what its like to be her daughter? now that you're a mother. now that motherhood holds more meaning to you. now that motherhood isnt only the way our mother gave her all to give us the healthiest, strongest bodies but forgot to give us healthy minds. do you just remember her as cruel? though its been years since you were subjected to it?"

i didnt say all that though. just. 'yea, wouldnt i know it'

Just wondering why you hate Israel so much. Do you not think Israel has the right to exist?

You’re wondering why I hate a settler-colonial state that is ethnically cleansing a group of people through violence and a racist legal system? Would you like me to apologize for not being ethically/morally bankrupt? Would you like to ask me why I’m against war crimes and human right violations too?

"Does Israel have the right to exist?” is an intentionally vague and tricky question. The full question is:

“Does Israel have the right to exist at the cost of Palestinian lives” and the answer is NO

Israel does not have the right to ethnic cleansing, settler-colonial displacement, discriminatory legislation, human rights violations, and war crimes.

i hold onto everything so much and so close with such a vice fucking grip i think im going to die of it one day. even though i talk a lot and say what i want to, sometimes there are such vile, or on the other hand such important things, that i wish could be said but they just cant. and they rattle around my head like a chant until it hurts and then i forget. for a while.

i remember everything bad thats ever happened to me and ive become So good at holding grudges without being angry at people. so its like. i remember what you did. yes i love you. this moment is lovely. until something delicate slips and all that has ever been wrong becomes glaringly apparent.

A buncha Itachis & pals, by YG, reposted with permission. I’m soooo behind on translating some of YG’s wonderful work but he does work in English sometimes. Did you know you can follow him on Twitter and definitely should? The link is in the source field, because this is Tumblr, and life is a nightmare! The last one is a redraw of a promo picture for the Song of the Akatsuki stage show.

as someone with a bachelor’s degree in english, i am inexpressibly tired of people telling me to get highly specific jobs that often require highly specific degrees. “just go write for a magazine!” you need a journalism degree for that. “just teach!” you need a teaching certificate, and also fuck you. “just go work at a tutoring place!” tutoring children with learning disabilities, which make up the majority of the clientele at those places, requires not only a teaching certificate but a specialized master’s degree. “just go work at a library!” you need a master’s degree in library science to be a librarian. it is actually a highly skilled and extremely competitive field. you don’t just “go work at a library,” you train for years in the vain hope that you will get one of handful of available jobs. “just go work at a library.” the nerve. the unmitigated gall. “just go work at a library.” ugh.

Switching between these every day

“Whatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go.”

— (via humanseoul)

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help me legally change my name so my m*rderer birth father can stop finding me

hey folks uhhhh so my birth father has figured out where I go to school and I've been putting this off for years but I need to finally change my name!!!! I don't need a literal murderer popping into my life every few years and scaring the shit out of me. if anyone else has any ideas outside of changing my name legally on how to make it harder for him to find me, PLEASE message me. otherwise, I'd love the financial help—I make the measliest fucking paycheck on planet earth and the filing fees plus publishing it in a local paper (state law) will come out to $429. don't feel bad at ALL if you can't donate, but PLEASE consider reblogging. this is really scary lol and I'd like to take at least the first step to helping myself. even outside of the safety aspect, it's his last name and I'd like to free myself of that

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