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luv, the tumbeasts

My cat, #panic! at the disco, is petitioning for a name change with the local government.

If there’s one thing I learned since I signed up on 03/21/2014 5:41:08 PM, it’s that #dinosaurs takes up too much of my time.

I’m not going to say it again: #turtle deserves to win first place.

#hamilton and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by hey-firefly

self care is watching hours of r.i.p. vine compilations on youtube

Mean Girls (2004)

Mean Girls (2004)

NEVER SCROLL THROUGH OLD MESSAGES I SWEAR U WILL STUMBLE UPON ONE THAT WILL BREAK UR HEART

it is tiring, being endless political just as someone existing. my teacher asks me if i’m writing more of that “feminist poetry.” a lot of it is just talking about me, being a woman, being afraid in the city. i write about walking a line, about how i am expected to choose between home and work, how each comes with a slew of its own insults; how it feels when i am wearing shorts and there are too many men outside. these are just facts of my life. someone in the comments says, “where are woman even coming up with these crazy generalizations in their feminism?”

i hold hands with the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and someone sighs when they see me. “do they have to make everything gay?” she asks her friend, loudly, “like, do you have to force those views in my face all the time?” i can’t stop blushing. my girlfriend holds my fingers tighter, tighter, tighter, until my knuckles are white, and i let her. somehow, this is us, protesting.

my father’s cuban blood stains my skin, i think. when i am honored with a position in the dean’s private council, a boy sneers, “you only got in because you’re hispanic.” did i? i spend the rest of our meetings wondering if i was selected for my stellar academic record, for the multiple recommendations, for the clubs i lead - or if i was just a move the dean made, to make use of me. when we all take a picture, the dean brings me in the front. in the first three we take, i am not smiling.

it is odd. “i exist.” i say, “i deserve to exist.”

“oh my god,” he groans, “we get it, you’re a feminist.”

Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers is a really nice, satisfying trope, but the truth is that it only works if the reason why two people are “enemies” is for something dumb, like they took the last banana before you could at the grocery store, and not something like one of them is a racist or a raging misogynist or a mass murderer lol.

self care is so damn difficult when you… don’t… care… about your own self

I firmly believe that not only should we raise the minimum wage, but we should also create a maximum wage. There is no reason in which an orthopedic surgeon, which is the highest paying doctor will make an average of $464,500 a year, while the top 10 CEOs earn well over $33 BILLION a year. If we even so much as cap their earning potential at $1 billion, which is more money than anyone should really need to live a happy fulfilling lifestyle, then it would force them to put that money toward the company or be punished. This means giving their employees better health insurance, giving them more vacations, better wages, paying for their college or their children’s education, creating more jobs, and improving the functionality of their companies. Perhaps even force them to invest in the communities they are serving. 

For those of you who are still skeptical… let me put it this way… the highest earning CEO “earned” $156,077,912 in 2014. Let’s boil this down. There’s about 52 weeks in a year. Let’s say that he works 40 hours a week. So a total of 2,080 hours a year. That’s $75,037 an hour. The median HOUSEHOLD income in the US is $50,502 per year. He’s earning 1.5 times the amount per hour than the average household makes in a year. That disparity is absurd. To put that even further into perspective, the average NEUROLOGIST earns $219,000 a year according to a 2014 statistic. Every single one of the CEOs on the 100 highest paid CEOs earn at least 93 TIMES the amount that a NEUROLOGIST makes. 

Something needs to change. People shouldn’t be starving for the sake of someone else’s greed.

Me

The gay community in 2012 : our sexuality does not define us, we are more than just “gay”, we have a personality just like the rest of you, how dare yo reduce us to a label, to a stereotype-

The gay community today : you know what that’s a lie, we are gays first and human beings second