im going to finish this outline for my paper and then crash into skyrim before going to bed or something im tired and emotionally exhausted and am probably going to be emotionally exhausted until i get back from winter break
“No, the next Nelson Mandela of the world is rotting in a jail cell tonight, just like Mandela nearly withered for 27 years on Robben Island. Or he is on someone’s terrorist watch list, or she is segregated and searched every time she travels through an international airport. Somewhere, government spies are reading the emails of the next Nelson Mandela. They are tracking his cell phone and listening to his calls, or monitoring her meetings with their undercover cops.”—Philly.com writer Will Bunch nails it on the head, discussing who could be the next Mandela for America or across the world. (via shortformblog)
I’m like ‘the Tea Party is racist’ and my friend is like ‘Kamau, you can’t call the Tea Party racist. They’re not all racist.’ And I was like, you know what, I don’t need the Tea Party to be 100% racist for me to feel perfectly fine calling them racist. I don’t need 100% racism in the group. It could be way less than 100%. 10% is plenty for me. If the Tea Party is 10% racist I feel comfortable labeling the whole group racist.
Let me explain how that works. If I offer you a shake, a milkshake. I say ‘would you like a milkshake?’ You go “yeah, sure I’d like a milkshake.” I go, ‘okay, here you go, but just so you know it’s 10% shit.’
Oh, now you suddenly you understand how it works. 10% is kinda a lot ain’t it. You go ‘uh oh, that’s too much shit in my shake.
i have this stupid geo assignment due tomorrow and i promised my arh professor id have the picasso essay by tomorrow and i still haven’t figured out how im going to make up all the work i missed in urban sociology and all i can fucking think about is how i cant go home and the only way i can fucking cope with this shitstorm is by shutting off everything and just losing myself in a fake environment but i can’t do that because my grades are at stake except im finding it really fucking hard to care about anything anymore
The fact that wizard law enforcement found a dude’s finger and immediately closed the investigation, declared him dead, and concluded that the only possible explanation for why they only found a finger was that he was killed so hard that the rest of him was obliterated kind of speaks volumes about why nobody followed up when the genocidal serial killer just vanished.
all everyone is talking about is how much they cant wait to go home and its making me feel really alienated and all it’s doing is reminding me of the fact that home is not a thing that i can return to
i started crying in class because this girl’s project was about how family is always there for you and shit and i had such a violent feeling of being excluded and left out and i just wanted to leave the room
I dont want sex, i want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
dont make “i identify as [funny thing]” or “my preferred pronouns are [funny things]” jokes if youre cis. i cant believe some people dont get that its a shitty thing to do but in case you havent realized: thats incredibly shitty. stop
college is catered towards the able bodied and able minded. school applauds people who can stay up all night, skip meals, and work endlessly. that kind of extreme contribution is expected. why are disabled people being squeezed out of academic institutions? why should I feel inferior because of some arbitrary and ridiculous standard?
“There are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in.”—Bill Hicks (via icarusambition)