Hi friends, i am a straight white cis female does not want racism, homophobia, transphobia or sexism to exist! Yet whenever i show these views, i get angry assholes sending me messages saying “fucking white girl, you don’t know what we go through”.
My friend came out to me last year and cried because she didn’t think her parents would accept her.
I went to a catholic school that straight out told us that being gay was wrong. In kindergarten, i was even told it was a bad word.
I was at the mall with my best friend, her puerto rican boyfriend, and his black best friend. When my best friend and i went to get coffee, the security guard asked “are those boys bothering you?”
I read the obituary of a trans boy in my school a few weeks ago. The entire article referred to riley as his birth name “jessica”. Even his mom referred to him as a “she”.
I don’t have to feel opression to see it, and i don’t have to experience it to fight for its end.
"The other day, someone asked me how old I was when I moved out of my parents house and I told them I was fourteen and they looked at me like I was crazy. When you’re fourteen you still need your mom to listen to you cry after you kiss a boy and he goes behind your back and kisses your best friend three nights later and you still need your dad to pick you up from school and give you money that you’re probably going to lose. But when I was fourteen I stopped talking to the girl I had been friends with since second grade. I never went downstairs when my mom called for dinner. I would lay on the floor for hours trying to feel something. I kissed four boys in one night because I wanted to know what love felt like but apparently it just felt like slimy tongues and sweaty hands grabbing at you. I handed in six homework assignments that year and my teachers called my parents in for a meeting but no one could get me to get the fuck out of bed and focus. I spent a few months tearing into my veins until I went too deep one night and found myself covered in blood and something else, probably the last bit of happiness I had left. When I was fourteen I think I disappeared. I lost myself one night trying to sneak out the window to buy drugs from the boy next door and I never really came home. I was fourteen when I moved out." - (via dysmorphic-perspective)
(Source: extrasad, via girl-with-the-curl)
Someone plz write a book thats a diary of a person getting sent to poveglia during the time of the plague
"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance." - Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via unmaiden)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via girl-with-the-curl)
how are people turned off by tattoos they are so fucking hot