My Current Town. Autumn 2013.
home <3 (photo by Miss Elizabeth Barker)
SEAMUS IS COMING TO SPAIN!! Roughly 15 hours (!!!) until I get to see my cariño 💗
Yeah, give me an octagon… to go.
—my dad, trying to order a crunchwrap supreme at the taco bell drive-thru. every time.
blog of the day: BOYFRIENDTWIN. boys who date boys who look like them!
Having students who are 12-15 years old makes me think a lot about myself during that time in my life. I sometimes look at them and wonder if they’re all okay. (I know they’re not all okay.)
When I was a teenager, my depression was crippling; I spent entire days sleeping, or crying, or nearly catatonic. I had extreme anxiety/zero self-esteem, I self-injured in numerous ways, and I was generally a sobbing lunatic for a few years. I spent a summer in “intensive outpatient” treatment. I was admitted to inpatient treatment several times, at 4 different hospitals/institutions. I missed most of 9th grade.
I’m not embarrassed to think/talk about it anymore. It’s me. I am the same person now that I was back when I was 13, crying on the kitchen floor. I remember those feelings because they’ve never gone away. But I’ve at least decided that I’m not going to feel shame anymore on top of all the other shitty feelings.
Everything we feared about communism - that we would lose our houses and savings and be forced to labor eternally for meager wages with no voice in the system - has come true under capitalism.
Jeff Sparrow (via anticapitalist)
I definitely started crying today while discussing American “individualism” with Spanish coworkers today. They don’t understand why we pay for war & other insane expenses, but are outraged at the prospect of our taxes going to a neighbor in need.
Americans love America, but couldn’t care less about other Americans. It’s sickening, really.
Look, vulvas come in all shapes & sizes! (these are all quite white, but it’s still worth sharing.) Growing out your pubes is cool, and so is going hair-free, or bejazzling, or shaving a perfect landing strip! It’s your body, and it’s not up to your boyfriend/your girlfriend/your friends/the internet/women’s magazines/porn to decide what your pelvis should look like & how you should feel about it, groom it, “sanitize” it, etc. If someone thinks it’s okay to disrespect you before/during/after a sexual encounter based on your bush, tell that motherfucker that the muffin shop is closed. They don’t deserve to get laid anyway.