This is going to be a vent post. Read at your own cost.
TW: Suicidal thoughts, self harm, body dysmorphia and insecurities
It’s been a rough couple of weeks for me. I keep trying to get better, I really do. I’ve promised myself that I wouldn’t cut again and I broke that. I broke it and it’s all my fault. I’ve been under so much stress lately at home and this has been my only escape. I don’t know what to do.
I had a vivid dream of my grandpa coming back. He came back and he did what he used to do. Slap my butt and just make weird comments about my body. I hate my body. I hate it. I hate having thick thighs. I hate having a visible chest. I hate how I look. I wish that I were thinner.
I feel so lonely. I know I have people around me, but its a differebt feeling. I can’t descrive it, but everything feels so dark. I just feel like I’m missing something in my life. Everything is going by so fast and I’m still being left behind. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do anymore.
I really want to be held right now. I want to be hugged and I want someone to stay with me. I want someone to reassure me that I mean something. I want to listen to someone’s heartbeat as they remind me that I’m not a bad person. I want to be held while I cry. I just want someone in ny life who would do this for me. I just want to be better.
i wish i could go to another world where I wasnt me. if i wasnt me then maybe people would like me more in real life. it feels like i cant be me because im going to dissapoint poeple. I have to fit into a perfect mold for people and it just feels awful.
I can’t sleep
I can’t eat
It feels like I can’t do anything anymore.
I’m so tired and I want to fucking die.
Ive had past attempts and sometimes i wish they worked.
3 notes
·
View notes
I wish butch n femme balls existed. Not to b a fucking sap n a massive dyke but wow. Ugh even. Just wanna wear a gown n stilettos n have my honey greet me w a bouquet before we leave n we wear matching or complimentary jewelry n spend hours on my hair and makeup to impress. N then when we get there my honey will spin me around the room for a brief dance before grabbing something to drink, wine for me n whiskey for her, as we chat w other dykes n celebrate butchfemmeness. Or whatever
21K notes
·
View notes
I want to talk a little bit about Hawai‘i, because I have been thinking a lot about my people, and our lives.
The year 2023 marks 130 years since the illegal overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom.
On January 17th 1893, American businessman used their connections and military influence to dethrone Queen Liliuokalani by threat of force.
This annexation still impacts my people 130 years later. It still hurts us, it still haunts us,
For the last 130 years my people have suffered under America’s cruelty and indifference.
Unsustainable Tourism haunts us, causing a cost of living crisis, which turns into a rise in poverty, which turns into a rise in individuals experiencing homelessness. This cost crisis disproportionately effects my people, Kānaka Maoli. We cannot even afford to live on our on land. Our ancestral home.
And in turn, tourism then provides the most jobs. This industry pushes us off our land and into poverty, and then it turns around and sells us back our culture as a walking joke.
Our very identity is turned into entertainment. Our very culture is turned into entertainment.
And many of my people have no choice but to sell their culture so they can eat, so they can survive.
We have been put in a never ending cycle of misery and cultural destruction.
In addition, Military Involvement on our islands causes repeated incidents of ecological violence, and land disputes. The military take claim to land that belongs to my people, and they spill chemicals over and over, and poison the water we drink.
My people are suffering. Our culture is suffering.
And everyday more tourists come. Everyday more land is taken to build hotels. Everyday more culture is stripped and bastardized. Everyday more land is taken for military use.
I’m so tired of living this way. I’m so tired of waking up and watching the slow and agonizing death of my people.
I want us to live. I want us to thrive.
I want my people to survive.
I want to survive.
So please read up on the current issues that face Kānaka Maoli. Please educate yourself on my people’s history and current affairs.
Speak up and speak out. Talk about unsustainable tourism, and speak up about how harmful a “vacation” to Hawai‘i can be. Talk about the overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom, and it’s injustice.
Hawai‘i is Hawaiians. Hawai‘i is our history. Hawai‘i is our home. Hawai‘i is the very blood that runs through our veins.
So please do not forget us, and please speak up with us.
Support Hawaiian Sovereignty. Restore Hawai‘i to Hawaiians.
Resources & Education:
10K notes
·
View notes
I will never stop thinking about the fact that the Hunger Games was canonically a drunk hypothetical. It wasn’t some great government scheme.
So many bad dystopian novels that have some crazy world building premise make it seem like some great creation from powerful minds. Some great construction. Think of City of Ember with its box or Divergent with its weird scientists(??) or The Selection with its bachelor premise, they are always “grandly designed.” Even in Catching Fire with the Quarter Quells the Games give off an air of grand planning.
But the hunger games were a HYPOTHETICAL. A crazy, extreme, what if. They were never supposed to exist. They were never supposed to be real.
Who wouldn’t drink themselves to death knowing they thought of the idea in the first place?
3K notes
·
View notes