Things I was thinking about 2 semesters ago (via writing exercise)

Bathtub Girl
The people outside
Annoying ass air conditioner
The folds of my jacket
The slowly growing unkempt nature of my hair
All of the things I have to do after this… WAY AFTER THIS

Why my sister hasn’t talked to me in several months
Do I have food to eat at home?
Can I still be wearing my piercings when I go through airport security?





http://reagan-was-a-horrible-president.tumblr.com/post/95950856625/vulcanvakarian-i-think-its-pretty-funny-that

vulcanvakarian:

I think it’s pretty funny that some people are saying “We’re in a drought and everyone is throwing buckets of water on themselves.”

When I highly doubt most of them are taking measures to reduce their own water usage, other than not participating in the ALS challenge

yeah,…

"A large number of American teenagers live exactly like Michael Brown. Very few of them are shot in the head and left to bake on the pavement.
The “angelic” standard was not one created by the reporter. It was created by a society that cannot face itself, and thus must employ a dubious “morality” to hide its sins. It is reinforced by people who have embraced the notion of “twice as good” while avoiding the circumstances which gave that notion birth."

Sister song

Maybe we are bursting at the seams
with the youth of wild longing
and the fire of ambitious sacrifice,
But at night
What remains after everything burns away
still has enough in it to remember home,
And the realization of what was once had
is more painful than the actual loss.

That is how we age.

"I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."

Chbosky, Stephen. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via cold-brewed)

William Bratton: Investigate Ryo Oyamada's Death

dynastylnoire:

jspark3000:

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Ryo Oyamada, a 24 year old student from Japan, was struck and killed by an NYPD vehicle in a hit & run.  Witnesses say the police car had no lights or sirens on and was going over 70 mph.  The released footage by NYPD was proven to be heavily altered in a cover-up, showing “lights” on the vehicle, when compared to footage from the NY Housing Authority on the same street with the same timestamp. 

On a personal note: I know that this will probably not be shared or reblogged very much, because Asians are not very prominent in American culture.  I understand this, because Asians (like me) are partially at fault for being so passive.  But I am begging you to please consider signing this petition out of human decency.  Ryo was just a student walking home, then struck by a nearly silent police cruiser going at excess speed, and the NYPD covered it up. 

Here is the side-by-side comparison of the released video footage, including updates from the case.  *Edit*  This article contains a link to a graphic video moments after the crash, showing the body of Ryo Oyamada and NY citizens yelling at the police.  Please advise, it is highly disturbing. 

And the following is an excerpt from the petition, which as of now only has 286 signatures.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST

(via darlingdormer)

My father straight up just asked me if I am the way I am because I secretly want to be a boy.

Obviously, I laughed it off, because I am so used to the self absorbed, ignorant insensitivity that is any attempt made by my parents to connect with their children. It didn’t even hurt, honestly. It was actually funny, but in a sad way because I realized that was the only way my father could reconcile his perception of me with what he believes is the logic and truth of the world.

During his hour long lecture spanning from an incorrect quotation of the film adaptation of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, he told me he wanted me to open up to him more. But also that he believes he made a mistake in giving me some leeway in making
My own decisions because I am expressing myself wrongly.

I don’t understand how he can expect me to trust him when he just proved to me without my own asking that he doesn’t understand me at all. God, yes, I know he cares. I know he loves me. I believe he is important. I love him, too. But love isn’t good when it is used to force people into certain parameters and expectations, claiming that there is something wrong with them just because they aren’t like the pictures of society pasted in all the magazines.

In a nutshell, I do not secretly wish to be a boy. I actually am very proudly and happily a girl. But just because I am a girl does not mean I have to be feminine. Just as how a boy doesn’t have to be masculine. I wish people would really understand that these assignments aren’t our actual natures -
It’s not the ultimate order of the universe. This is thousands upon thousands of years of social conditioning ingrained upon us, that could be changed if we just said no to these standards and accept those who don’t fit those social molds.

Among other things, he also thinks he can guilt trip me into letting him micro manage my existence. But I refuse to stay put. Even if it’s not in this supposedly flawed body, I am most certainly getting out of here.