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billie-babe · 3 years
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In devastating news today, 26 Oct 2020, VicRoads has destroyed 300 years of living cultural heritage.
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The Directions Tree (pictured above) was felled today at around 1.30 pm Australian Eastern Standard time.
This tree was over 300 years old. It was a place where the Djabwarrung people could go to seek spiritual guidance and to feel connected to their ancestors.
And it was cut down today, to make way for a road that has multiple other viable routes.
This has been an ongoing battle since 2018. There have been protectors on site since June 2018, and multiple attempts over the years by VicRoads to bully or intimidate protestors off the land, including getting the police to show up in drives to arrest protectors. Police have also spent the last two years specifically targeting known protectors, going so far as to jailing one (indigenous) man for six months because he had an expired drivers licence. When that one finally made it to a judge, the judge was disgusted and and threw the whole case out, cause who the hell imprisons someone for six months for having an expired licence?? Cops with a vendetta, thats who.
There have been multiple legal challenges from multiple directions over the route of this road, and the fact that the planned route requires the destruction of three indigenous heritage sites. There is an open court case at the moment, set for December, and by moving ahead with works and destroying one of the sites, VicRoads is in direct contravention of a court order.
Not only did they cut it down, they also then loaded the tree onto a truck and drove it up and down the stretch of road past one of the other sites where the protectors are camped. They know full well how devastating this destruction is, and they drove thw felled tree back and forth in front of the people who've spent three years protecting this tree, deliberately taunting them.
The destruction of the Directions Tree is an abominable crime. And its one that they want to commit again. Theres a Grandfather tree -- over 700 years old -- that is next in their firing line.
If youre in Australia, please call or email Dan Andrews (Victorian premier), Sussan Ley (Federal Environment Minister) or your local MP and protest the destruction of the Directions Tree, and ask them to protect the Grandfather Tree.
If youre international, please email them. Feel free to call, too, but international rates are pricey, and them getting flooded by international emails will be really, really helpful and will show them that the world's eyes are on them.
Dan Andrews: [email protected] . Phone number: 03 9651 5000.
Sussan Ley: [email protected] . Phone number: 02 6277 7920.
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I was at this one!
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Taylor performing “Dress” - Gillette Stadium, night 3
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billie-babe · 3 years
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A Mist of Technicolor Dreams
Lost amongst a sea of people, 
standing there seeing the faces of those you know but don’t ever know you. 
There’s nowhere to go, 
time passes and goes right by you, 
flashing memories and smells and sights. 
Those before you wave through a mist of technicolor dreams, 
those that come after see your face through cracked pages and faded glass. 
There’s no one like you, 
you are alone on an island surrounded by an ocean of empty promises and broken trust. 
Lights and leaves and lovers flash through your mind, 
a time once cherished is now naught but  memory.
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If Harry Potter took place in 2020, Draco would definitely be an eboy
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billie-babe · 3 years
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Me, at fictional characters: THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM IF YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS
Me, in real life: if i give even the vaguest notion of my feelings to anybody i would die
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billie-babe · 3 years
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Stripped
Stripped, completely broken down. Everyday’s mundane in and out, life’s unending grind. I could have had something, could have been something, but you took that chance away from me. Love and affection gives way to backhands and degrading, hugs and kisses turn into fists and harsh words. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I ruined your life, I didn’t ask to, I know I shouldn’t be here. I’m nothing you wanted me to be and everything you didn’t, I’m not yours, I’m not even real. I burn my skin but it feels a million miles away, I’m awake but it feels like I’m walking through a deep slumber. Every single second is nothing, the sun goes up and down but it doesn’t exist. I was so young, I didn’t know the difference between your love and hate, and so they became one. Twisted minds lend a hand to my insecurities, scarred hands wrap around my throat and steal my breath. Secrets eat away at my head, maggots writhe in the discarded memories of a past once known. Giggles turn into tears and I can’t wash the stains from my face. The things that once were joyful are now forgotten, places and faces and names all tossed from my life like bread into the train. Hungry wolves surround my eyes, clouding my judgement. Cigarette smoke and dead air fills my lungs and I cry and cry and cry. I should have nothing left to give, but you just keep taking. An empty husk of a once glowing person walks the streets filled with flickering lights and laughing people. They’re laughing at me, they must be. Words hissed behind deceptive hands and judgemental eyes follow me. All because I couldn’t be what you wanted, all because I’m not the perfect person you imagined. My mind is not my own, my mind isn’t real. I’m the shadow of a pretty family, a dark cloud in a sky of blue. My hands shake and my stomach growls, but I don’t feel the hunger growing inside of me. Bones break and skin peels and eyes bleed, but none of it is true, things aren’t how they look to be. My head reels and my nails pierce through my skin, the pain a reminder that I’m nothing. Even the spirits that walk among us have more consistency than me, at least they lived while they were still here. I haven’t lived, I’ve loved but all it brought was more emptiness. Always empty, never really here. I’m sorry for your loss, so sorry that it had to be me.
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billie-babe · 3 years
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Cracks In the Wall
Time, give me time. I’m working on it, I know that things aren’t as they should be right now but I’m fighting it for you. I boil and burn and I’m scared I’ll go over the edge. So gentle, so kind, where did she go? I don’t know how to find her, I’d really like to, but I fear she may be dead. All I am now is the shadow of who I used to be, the memory of smiles and joy. My sad eyes hide what is growing inside of me, my broken smile conceals the demons that I try so hard to keep away from you. Eyes so green I’m trapped can’t see the underlying bruises, the scars in my mind. I don’t know how to fix this, I don’t know how to make it better, I want to so terribly. I want to give you the smiling girl I used to be, full of laughter and love. You deserve her, not this twisted cracked person I am now. My shaky hands long to hold you, but I can’t even hold up my head. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.
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billie-babe · 3 years
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Too Far
*disclaimer: I am in NO way condoning school shootings.
I have been pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed, I can’t take this anymore. I’ve had enough, I’m drowning in pain, suffocating in my own mind, the tendrils of my demons wrap around my neck, I can’t breathe. I’ve called out for help so many times, I’ve broken down over and over and over and over again, and now there’s no putting me back together. Nobody hears me, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, my throat is so sore, but they’re all deaf to my cries.
My own thoughts eat me alive, the vultures in my head pick at my decaying body while I’m still crying. Where am I? What is this shell that I’ve become? I used to smile and laugh, I used to cry, but now all that’s left is the hollow case of the person that I used to be. I look into my own eyes and there’s nothing left. There’s nothing left. I reach for the bottle of oxycodone and swallow three. I can’t even tell the difference between my darkest nightmares and my reality. My hands shake, my heart races, my head swims in agony. I grab the gun I left in front of me and just start to run.
I don’t have a destination, I’m just trying to outrun myself. The wind whips against my face, the rain beats it raw. I have nowhere to go where I can’t find myself, I’m trapped in my own damn mind. I scream out loud in the rain, rage and misery clawing at my throat until I can’t keep it in any longer. My heart runs faster than the thoughts shredding me to pieces. I open my eyes and I’m in front of my high school. This, this, this! They cut and cut and cut and cut into my awareness, they’ve made me the monster that I am. I’m so close I can see the people that ruined my life pass in the hallways. I know how I can make it better! They caused my pain, they are the real monsters, my demons incarnate. 
They flood in and out of the doors, and I slip in unnoticed. I’m surrounded by myself, I’m surrounded by bad memories, I’m surrounded in a sea of faces that never cared about me. They never gave one thought about the sickness they’ve rooted deep within me. I feel under my sweatshirt for the gun I’ve hidden. I feel its weight pressed against my stomach, almost as heavy as my heart. I look into some of their eyes, begging them to stop me, pleading with them to see behind my own eyes, but none of them do. They didn’t before, they don’t now, and they never will. 
The bullets are already loaded, my brain already cresting. I give them one more chance to save themselves. I stop a few people and ask them to help me, and they just shrug me off and continue down the hall. I pull out the gun and fire once into the air. Now when I look in their eyes, I see fear, I see them pleading with me. I close my eyes and fire into the crowd. I hear them scream, but they didn’t hear me, they should have heard me when I was screaming. I’m almost out of bullets, there isn’t much longer. I open my eyes and see chaos, sweet, unrivaled chaos. Blood and monsters decorate the floor and I see people coming toward me.
I can't take this! I can’t handle it any longer. I’ve suffered for so long, I don’t want to suffer anymore. I have one bullet left. One chance for redeeming nothing. I put the gun in my mouth, close my eyes and pull the tri-
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billie-babe · 4 years
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Learning like I learn math
Not well...
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billie-babe · 4 years
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That’s too much
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GORGEOUS!
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TAYLOR SWIFT © Miller Mobley // PEOPLE Magazine (The Most Beautiful Issue, May 4th 2020)
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“oh christ sonofabitch.”
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I love this so much, I’m gonna start saying “nuts” we need to bring it back
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meirl
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Reality is stranger than fiction
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Reputation Stadium Tour + Setlist
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