going to the doctor when you’re chronically ill is weird.
It’s like imagine everything in your house is on fire, and you’re standing there and the fire department come in like, describe the fire to me and maybe we can find what caused it and put it out.
and you can’t just say everything so you’re like… well the fire in the curtain is the biggest but the fire in the photo albums might be doing the most damage also the fire in the couch is really inconvenient
occasionally the fire guy is like, well your tv is on fire so it might be electronic-fireitus but that would cause other things like fire in the dvd player
and you’re like, oh yes. that’s been on fire for years. I forgot to mention it because it’s always been a relatively small fire. It’s right next to the bookshelf which has much more fire.
and then the fire guy is like, oh. I wouldn’t worry about that. book shelf fire just happens sometimes.
Late 60′s Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) poster
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Somewhere down the road I went from being the teenager downtown approaching strangers older than me bumming smokes and asking about their life to the person being approached. A young coworker asked me the other day if "my parents let me live with my boyfriend" and (even though the answer is no, I lead the second generation immigrant double life) I had to do such a double take that it made me aware of how fully I had progressed into the next stage of life. My partner enlightened me to the fact that when I met him I still talked about JD Salinger in earnest and that was a little bit of a hit to my ego. Also tumblr makes me anxious now because my inbox is just people I've been meaning to get back to for too long and my feed is an echo chamber of opinions I've heard before. In need of new voices to follow. I've also decided that if I'm going to enjoy staying in this city and not feel stuck/trapped im going to have to put some work into turning acquaintances into friends and trying to re-experience the place I already know so much about
bell hooks, all about love (via isqat-al-nizam)
Sacking Rome, A Magazine for Vandals vol 1 (via anarchistcommunism)
Best mom ever
My Imperialism Will Be Intersectional Or It Will Be Bullshit
how much do you have to hate yourself to call yourself a national-anarchist
rackin up insane medical bills like u Neva seen. wish the ER had frequent flier miles
I need you like I need a gaping head wound
oomg i think i am gonna graduate !!!!!
i have been avoiding bureaucacy because it makes me want to vomit but i think it’s going to work out !!!!
survival !!!!!!
“A badge is not a license to murder children” Protesters in Queens in 1974 urged that a white police officer be convicted of murdering Clifford Glover, a black 10-year-old. Photo credit: Don Hogan Charles / The New York Times (x)
Nothing but the dates have changed .