I hate tumblr because it makes me feel like no one will ever love me because I don’t have at least one star wars tattoo
/Has a star wars tattoo, /people still don’t love him
I hate tumblr because it makes me feel like no one will ever love me because I don’t have at least one star wars tattoo
/Has a star wars tattoo, /people still don’t love him
Dystopia - Stress Builds Character
I am so tired, sometimes I feel so tired.
I can’t eat I can’t sleep, so tired.
The pressure builds and builds, seems like theres no release.
The things I see go unnoticed by some.
Fills my eyes and heart, anger and guilt and frustration, and depression
makes waking up every day harder and harder.
Where’s my fitness to the world with my chance to survive.
I got to get money so I can have a home.
So I can breathe, eat and live in this society.
I don’t even like money, and I got to work everyday just to feed myself.
God it makes me sick. I just wanna curl up into a hole and die in this.
This isn’t worth it, I need a raise man!
I can’t survive on this faith anymore, I can’t live on this, I’m hungry,
And I’ve had service, And I can’t eat daddy.
God I am the creator of hell and I have seen all hell,
and I have seen no arms, no limbs no brains.
You don’t care, you don’t love me, I only love myself.
No one will love me like I love thee.
Life’s been swell now I want to die, my body it hurts me sigh after sign.
I call it torture you call it life, aslave to money and everything I despise.
Like everyone in general, Fuck, Eat, Sleep, Destroy.
I am a disposable being, who will fuck all life.
I multiply and the air gets thinner and dirt, I take up space.
I smell, I consume but I produce nothing.
I abuse, I have no reason to exist, the toilets clogged in this world of shit.
I breathe filth everyday, living fucks up my brain.
Why? Why must I wake up today?
My eyes are heavy.
Why? Why must I see your face?
Your life is ugly.
Why? Why did I buy into these things?
I don’t want them
Tension, Tension.
Frustration, Alone
Tension, Despair, Tension.
All these pressures on my life…
Coping Methods
Mind Eraser
MIND ERASER
Coping Methods
Wreck shit.
(Source: awasteofammo)
This is horrible. I hope the scumbags who did this to the op drove right over a fucking cliff. God dammit, why are people so hideous?Tonight I was hit with a hand full of eggs and huge rock on my back and called “Nigger” by a white guy in the backseat of a dark blue truck as I was riding my bike on Westheimer and Jeanetta. They drove too fast for me to get the license plate number. I had to get a cop to drive me home. This night makes me wonder how blacks did it back in the day, and why the community is looking the way it is now. I am trying not to cry, but I am in physical pain from the rock and not understanding why I deserved this.
uugh
Reblogging because solidarity.
You don’t know me, but I got your back, any day, any hour, any minute.
I once saw a large truck full of african american males switch lanes, come towards where I was standing on the curb in the rain and purposefully go REALLY fast to hit a large puddle to make it splash me, then saw them roll down the windows and point at me as they laughed.
I am a single white female. I hate to bring race or anything into this and I am sure white people are just as much as ass holes but racism of any kind HAS GOT TO STOP it’s not okay no matter what race you are to hate on any other races! I have been targeted SO MANY times because I am white and female, mostly by men either white OR black doesn’t matter.
I remember once I was in a long line at McDonalds, I would have been next to be served when another lane opened up and the clerk motioned to me to step over to be served. I moved, HUGE black guy who just walked in the store (I saw him enter cause of the position of the doors) Tried to shove me away so he could get helped first. I might have made a face but I know I said, “I have been waiting I was next” he said, “I was clearly here first.” I said, “No you just came in I’ve been waiting in that line.” He gets REALLY uppity and starts shouting, “WELL WHEN YOU’RE WHITE YOU’RE RIGHT” and starts throwing this huge fit.
The cashier (she was black) tells the man that he’s being immature and that she clearly saw I was next and motioned for me to come over, that bringing race into this was not an issue. The guy would just not shut up about me being a white princess and spoiled, when dude I was at the same McDonalds he was in the same bad part of town where I always hung out cause clearly princesses eat at McDonalds in Downtown cleveland. Anyway he had to be removed claiming racial discrimination when even the other people of his race were looking at him like he was a total idiot.
Like I said this has to stop, so I reblogged to share your story as well.
Wow.
You thought sharing your experiences as a white woman was the right way to go here?
You decided to turn the lens onto you and your experiences instead of focusing on what was at hand.
You were not a victim of racism. This young woman was.
This is not about you.
so let me get this straight
because the second victim was white and because she wasn’t struck what happened to her was automatically not racism??
that’s ridiculous and you sound ridiculous
both of these people were victims of racism, albeit different forms, and the second woman was only sharing her story to sympathize with the op
^^^
Identifying, sympathizing, and sharing a similar experience with someone is not a bad thing.
In fact, it’s the one of the things we should be doing more of.
^^^
YES
If I had something like this happen to me as a Latina I wouldn’t be offended for anyone’s sharing their own experience.
I’m sorry this happened to you OP, and to anyone who this has happened to.
holy shit black people cannot have fucking nothing without fucking crackers busting in talking about their racism
fuck all of you
in the face
Racism is racism is racism. It doesn’t matter what color your skin is. Prejudice is prejudice, and I have met African Americans who try to play the race card just to get something out of it, just like White people do too. The OP’s story is really sad, and so is the other poster’s story. Just because the other poster is white doesn’t make it NOT racism.
The ONLY way people are going to be able to stop racism is to stop saying that it only goes one way and not another. It’s the same with accepting all sexualities; just because someone says something negative about heterosexuals doesn’t make that not-prejudiced. It’s prejudiced either way.
And it’s disgusting.
Racism and homophobia will finally end once people start treating straight white people with the respect they deserve, goddamnit!!
Hey, other white people?
It’s not about us.
We do not experience racism.
We do not walk down the street every day and, based on the color of our skin alone, have to consider, worry about, fear, or expect something similar to the OP’s experience happening to us.Shut the fuck up. Stand up in solidarity with the OP - with your fellow fucking human being. We’re (and I’m referring explicitly to white people, not considering gender or sex or cisness or economic standing or anything other than skin color) the oppressor, not the oppressed. Stand up or shut up, please.
We’re finally up to date with this bandcamp shit. Free download of the track! Please share.
Scope it out. Pissed as fuck hardcore from Southern Alberta. Wreck shit.
"Hey Did Arthur Ever Get With Sue-Ellen?"
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Adobe Homes// Hey Did Arthur Ever get with Sue Ellen
When we kiss it’s a kiss; it’s the only one i know. It’s true you know my body, you know it goddamn well. Time to part, time to be. But, i miss the level of comfort, security, and… i miss the physical. When we’d kiss our tongues touch and i liked it.
“The oppressed can not oppress the oppressors” Things of that sort.
And if you believe this sort of thing you are honestly a fucking moron.
Being a nerdy little white girl at a liberal arts school with a blog doesn’t give you the right to re-define words or defy logic entirely.
Black people can…
This just in- A white man pretends to understand the complexities of racism. Also, Italian is a race.
love this band so much
I will bring them here. Some day.
eighth grade was a dark time for everyone
In eighth grade two girls had a bet that whichever one broke up with their boyfriend first had to kiss me. True story. And thus began the long slow decline of my self confidence.