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Side Effects of Dead Parent

Dead Parent is a medicine which relieves chronic conditions like having to talk about personal shit with someone who will take it to a new level, getting told you’re fat after you’ve lost like 10 pounds and being treated like a child after the age of 21. Consult a mental health professional before taking Dead Parent for best effects.

Dead Parent is not an antidepressant, and should not be mixed with hard drugs. Dead Parent is not a suitable substitute for a harsh parent, as satisfaction is mixed with confusion, loss and frustration.

Side effects include, but are not limited to:

Depression, grief, over-eating, weight gain, nausea, loss of concentration, sharts, anger, outrage, sleeplessness, guilt and misplaced anger. 

Israel

Cut it the fuck out.

This massacre has been going on since I was a little girl.

I’m 33.

Barack, this is fucking shameful. Do the right thing.

Also: not only did my bike get stolen, those TWO WHITE DUDES STOLE IT FROM THE GOD DAMN LIBRARY.

THE COLLEGE LIBRARY.

kelsium:

Hey, everyone. Lots of you know awesome-everyday, but if you don’t I want you to know that she is one of my very favorite people in the entire world. I literally said to someone not two days ago, “I wish I could win the lottery and give it to Pam to fix the world.” That is how I feel about…

This was so beautiful. Thank you so much Kels. I truly love you!

Honesty.

I often focus on the silver lining for the lousy crap that happens.

But right now I’m struggling.

I want to say I’ve never gotten ballsy and straight up asked tumblr-at-large for some help.

A year or so ago, my car died. So I’ve been rocking public transit. No problem. Then I quit my job. Then I decided to start a business, so all my savings went to that.

Then I went back to school. I have to pay for summer semester books still, and my damn student loan for this semester still hasn’t arrived.

I started biking to school and other places I need to go. It was perfect! Most of the places I travel to are within a few miles. So I was biking and it saved me a ton of money riding the bus, and unlike public transit I had more autonomy about when I could leave and how quickly I could arrive at my destination.

Then.

I got my fucking bike stolen.

I’m depressed, pissed and frustrated. I’m hurt and defeated.

I really need a renewable way that I can get around because since I am starting a new business, I don’t actually always get paid. So I don’t always have bus money. Or even money to help pay our bills or get more groceries than eggs and rice. Our rent is wildly late, internet is cut off, and my phone will probably get shut down soon if my loan doesn’t come next week.

So, what I am humbly and honestly asking for is like, a couple bucks toward getting a new bike, and maybe a few bucks to help with food.

even reblogs and sharing is helpful.

http://www.gofundme.com/bq4ev4

At work. #AwesomeEveryDay  (at The Mammoth)

At work. #AwesomeEveryDay (at The Mammoth)

Check out this adorable house! #oldlouisville (at Historic Old Louisville)

Check out this adorable house! #oldlouisville (at Historic Old Louisville)

What I’ve been doing with my Summer Vacation

There is a slightly vain portion of my psyche that hopes one day my blog posts will be used to write my (auto)biography. Hopefully they focus on the things I did from 2-18 and then 27 and up. I did some dumb shit in my twenties, y’all.

Okay so, summer vacation.

So I quit a job I love with the intention of slowing down. Taking some time to heal after experiencing so much repeated loss. From friends leaving work and the city, to the death of my mother, I had a shitty year. Healing from losing a parent is difficult and even exhausting. So I was supposedly stopping my high-stakes organizing position to go sit in the air conditioning and do some navel gazing.

I was only able to stare at my big ass navel for so long. So I registered for college classes and started a small business.

No big deal.

Lol, no for realises, that shit is fucking difficult and takes a lot of energy.

But guess what?

I love it.

I feel like I’m preparing for the next stage of my life. It feels good. It is difficult but I have some sense that I will have an opportunity to heal and grow.

Do more for the world than it does for you.

jcoleknowsbest:

sourcedumal:

tashabilities:

talesofthestarshipregeneration:

cryseis:

talesofthestarshipregeneration:

exoticwaves:

we’re such assholes in the US omg

if there was a POC country on the other side the white europeans would be pulling the same shit. or have we been ignoring the rise of the right and the general racist climate of europe. who teh hell you think the white americans descended from?

*cough cough*


I present the border between Spain and Morocco, aka Europe and Africa…

quite.

Boop

Welp

*sips tea*

jcoleknowsbest:

sourcedumal:

tashabilities:

talesofthestarshipregeneration:

cryseis:

talesofthestarshipregeneration:

exoticwaves:

we’re such assholes in the US omg

if there was a POC country on the other side the white europeans would be pulling the same shit. or have we been ignoring the rise of the right and the general racist climate of europe. who teh hell you think the white americans descended from?

*cough cough*

the border between Spain and Morocco

I present the border between Spain and Morocco, aka Europe and Africa…

quite.

Boop

Welp

*sips tea*

(Source: peterfromtexas)

traaashhhhkat:

some chill positivity from a 1998 Sesame Street book about the letter F

traaashhhhkat:

some chill positivity from a 1998 Sesame Street book about the letter F

A few weeks ago, my friend Kita read my tarot cards.

In a past life, I was a homosexual male sea merchant.

In a future life, I will be a revolutionary,

Or maybe like, this fall.

Look you guys, I’ve said goodbye to a lot of things over the past 15 months. And we are being abused at the supermarket, the gas station, in our utility bills and in our educations. This shit has to stop.

I’m not about to sit back and be okay with perpetual war, my community members being imprisoned for making money the best way they know how and institutionally creating a deep cavernous separation between the haves and the have nots.

Sure, I want a family and air conditioning and cute purses.

I also want my family to live in a world where they feel equal to everyone else.

Let’s work together.

barriobabe:

Malcolm X, Spike Lee, 1992

(Source: jodorowskygirl94)

afrocendent:

hiphopfightsplaque:

if The Wiz and Wicked combined it would be the epitome of black sisterhood excellence

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