"The flower who focuses on the light is never lost in the dark." Hello and welcome to my blog, my name is Sunflower! This used to be strictly for art, but how it's more of a personal brain dump so enjoy! The art in my banner and my profile picture are mine. | I don't mind if you reblog my art or poetry as long as I get credit. | ENFP | Slytherin | 17 | Artist and Poet | ADHD | not cool just passionate
I FUCKING HATE THE EXPRESSION "IT TAKES TWO TANGO"!!! LIKE FUCK ANYONE WHO USES IT! ESPECIALLY WHEN IT IS USED WRONG!
My ex boyfriend's fucked up excuse for sexually assaulting me was "it takes two to tango". Like bitch I didnt tell you it was okay to groping me while I was sick to the point of being in and out conciousness. How many times did I tell you "no" or "stop"? Every fucking time!! So yes it may take two to tango but you can do the cha-cha all by your-god-damn-self!
ok this pride i do really need white gays to step up and out of their comfort zone and learn more about pinkwashing and gay imperialism. i need you to really try to understand why we say lgbt issues are ALWAYS about race and acknowledge the ways you use your identity as an opt-out of examining how you can reproduce racism islamophobia antisemitism colorism ableism etc etc. every year you say « don’t forget the ‘‘poc gays’’ that made this possible !! » now im asking you guys to actually do that. please ive had enough.
There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.
i'm trapped in the torture labyrinth but i'll be honest it's doing nothing to me. they're actually trying to call someone to pick me up because they're sick of my shit.
i'm trapped in the torture labyrinth but i'll be honest it's doing nothing to me. they're actually trying to call someone to pick me up because they're sick of my shit.
“Man is a frivolous and improper being, and perhaps, like a chess player, he loves only the process of achieving his ends and not the ends themselves. And who knows (one cannot guarantee it) perhaps the sole aim of mankind on earth, for which he strives, is the perpetual process of achieving, in other words, in living and not in attainment itself.”
Living in New York City for the past 2 years has made me feel like that boy from The Sixth Sense: I'M SEEING DEAD PEOPLE!! No one looks happy here, they just have a lot of stuff! Or they absolutely nothing. And either way they aren't happy. Also everyone moves so fast here, and I don't like it.