It's 0:39 and I'm still working on fucking exercises I do not understand, I'm shaking because I don't have that much energy left, I want to throw up and I'm so angry after people who pretend to care about me but clearly don't
I know someone, who is a friend and we use to be close friends, when we talk together I get super anxious about almost every topic we talk about...
I try to avoid almost every topic... Like we can only talk about video games and very basic stuff otherwise I get anxious
Tiktok is tumblr but worse
It's so sad to realize that my studies are the only thing that give me the strenght to wake up and go outside everyday... Like at this point my best friend is my master degree
I will just never take men seriously when they complain or they're upset by "it's a girl or an abortion" because sure, okay, let's say it's hateful, hurtful, that it's "murder" even, if you want. Let's just say it's misandry, it's bigoted, sexist, whatever you want. Say "men are oppressed", anything.
But where were you when we were discussing the (at minimum) 20 million missing baby girls in china? What do you call that, then?
Imagine that when you were born your entire family celebrated. "It's a girl! How wonderful, just like we hoped for! A perfect baby girl!"
Imagine being bounced on your mother's knee and her cooing, "what a strong girl you are! You are going to grow so big! You are so brave, your grip is so strong, and your voice so loud!"
Imagine being dressed up for practical, comfortable clothes and having your hair out of the way, and then told to run wild. Imagine being given complex toys, a tool kit, toy swords and shields, mechanical toys, building blocks, kids' science and story books. Imagine being told, "she's so creative and innovative! She knows what she wants. She's always so curious and inventive."
Imagine all your family, relatives, babysitters and teachers describing you as a leader type, a moral guardian, a responsible and promising young girl, creative, strong, opinionated, intelligent. A future leader, an organizer, someone whose voice is loud and clear as it should be.
Imagine your maturing being a source of joy. You are getting taller, bigger, stronger and sturdier. You have a healthy appetite of a growing young woman. Your body is a powerhouse of survival. You get your period and it's celebrated, you are entering womanhood and showing the power of a lifegiver. Period is a sign that you are strong and healthy, your body is amazing. You get to decide what's for dinner at home because your growing body is a priority for all and you need to care for it.
Imagine respect of your peers and security among you. Imagine relying on other women like you without insecurity. Imagine being fearless, proud, content and limitless, full of promise and possibilities.
Now, I know that none of us got to live like that. But for a moment, imagine that you did, and then try to imagine the woman you would be today. What kind of a person is she? What does she want? What are her dreams, her possibilities? What limits and fears have been completely banished from her life?
How does she see herself?
You might not be her, but once you imagine that woman in your mind, she becomes real, and you can become her.
"it''ll be a statue of a woman, like a beautiful statue of a woman, and it'll be like...she helped lead the way for so many refugees or she was a nurse or she was this and she was that. She was just this pillar of society in her time. She was such an influential and powerful woman.
And they'll zoom in on her face, and they'll zoom in on the plaque, and they'll zoom out and show a full body...and it’ll show that one of her breasts has been basically rubbed off and it’s so shiny because all the tourists and, you know, whoever, has touched her breast and that's her legacy now.
[…] and you walk up to it and it’s just… through all that, through all the effort, through all the care and all the legacy she left behind, the only thing that she is now seen for is her breasts. That's gonna make me actually sick."
-brittany broski via the broski report
juliet, dalida, idk, molly malone
some people are just fucking rotten on the inside.
Just a place to express myself, I'm trying to learn
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