sexular:

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Fight for your sisters, not just your cis-sters.

that SHIRT

sexular:

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Fight for your sisters, not just your cis-sters.

that SHIRT

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indiexss:

bebinn:

youngmarxist:

So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to kill have families and feel pain, just like Americans?

image

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I really want this tattoo. I don’t care how cliche it is. I don’t care if everyone else has the exact same one.

The thing is, I think about this phrase all the time. And it makes me feel such serenity. And it’s not happy. People might think it sounds happy. But this is a statement about death. It is not happy. It is admitting that only in death do we stop feeling pain. 

I sometimes think about Kurt Vonnegut when I get sad. I think about reading Slaughterhouse-Five for the first time. I think about the realization that someone can appreciate life and be completely miserable at the same time. 

I think about how he found comfort in displaying what was disgusting about this world. I think about how he received solace in cynicism. I think about all the shit he waded through, and how that made him a survivor. 

I want this tattoo. A million other people having this same tattoo won’t change the way I feel about these words, this image, the way I felt the first time I read that book, or the way I felt when I realized many more people hated their lives than I thought.

I really want this tattoo. I don’t care how cliche it is. I don’t care if everyone else has the exact same one.

The thing is, I think about this phrase all the time. And it makes me feel such serenity. And it’s not happy. People might think it sounds happy. But this is a statement about death. It is not happy. It is admitting that only in death do we stop feeling pain.

I sometimes think about Kurt Vonnegut when I get sad. I think about reading Slaughterhouse-Five for the first time. I think about the realization that someone can appreciate life and be completely miserable at the same time.

I think about how he found comfort in displaying what was disgusting about this world. I think about how he received solace in cynicism. I think about all the shit he waded through, and how that made him a survivor.

I want this tattoo. A million other people having this same tattoo won’t change the way I feel about these words, this image, the way I felt the first time I read that book, or the way I felt when I realized many more people hated their lives than I thought.


Someone on the internet suggested that with almost all mental illnesses you can pull yourself up by your bootstraps, just not with x and y.

I feel incredibly violent in response to that. People with mental illnesses shitting on other mental illnesses and thinking they’re allowed bc they’re mentally ill. Stop.


monicalewinsky1996:

Trigger warning: Breakfast

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on suicidality

My friend’s therapist told them there was a reason why they survived and their friend didn’t. That those of us who end up not dying by our hand are somehow different than those that do. That’s so fucked up and ableist.

Wanna know what makes me different from that girl that died? We all play silly games and set up silly rules, “if this happens I’m gonna kill myself.” She had hers: if the hospital kicked her out, she was gonna do it. I had mine: if the therapist didn’t accept me barging in and demanding to be seen immediately, I was gonna do it. She got kicked out. I got seen. Does that really make me stronger than her?

Sometimes these things are incredibly random. Sometimes they’re outside your control. It’s fucked up to suggest there’s something different about me that’s kept me here. The universe happened to respond to me. That’s not anything I’m proud of. It’s all happenstance, it’s all coincidence.

Yes, I continued fighting and I’ve come a long way. Yes, I’m proud of myself. But don’t say it’s because I’m better than people who didn’t have the universe there to help them. Don’t suggest there’s something different about me.

The truth is, I know very well, had that therapist’s office been full, had they told me “we’re very sorry but everyone’s with a patient at the moment, can you wait an hour?” I wouldn’t be here. That’s not anything to be proud of.


Building You: on recovery and revolution

self-and-criticism:

interstellar-soviet:

For all my comrades going through tough stuff, remember that recovery is a lot like revolution: it’s permanent, ongoing, and there’s going to be setbacks and false starts and lots of adversity. It’s not like liberal modernist discourses on “progress” and “healing” that promote a linear tale of “getting better forever”.

and ain’t that the truth

(via fegeleh)


People who aren’t suicidal don’t realize that suicide isn’t a choice you make once. It’s a choice you make every single day you don’t kill yourself.


me: hello darkness my old friend
darkness: do i know u

myvoicemyright:

myvoicemyright:

My country is bleeding , 14 innocent soldiers protecting the borders with Algeria were killed as they were breaking their fasts , one is missing , 20 wounded ,  hardline ultra-conservative Islamists are the ones to blame , Ignorance can turn anything into a death tool 

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Please Guys pray for us

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