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Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

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Solarpunk inspired studies ♡

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“If Aang hadn’t run away Katara would be the avatar” “If Aang hadn’t been frozen in ice Yue would’ve been the avatar” wrong. Aang dies with the rest of the air nomads and the Fire Nation does everything to invade the northern and southern water tribes but has no luck until some 16 years later when Fire Lord Azulon gets jumped by some random swamp girl covered in mud and vines and she proceeds to absolutely whallop him. She is never heard from again by any government entity but the people of the earth kingdom tell stories about the wandering hag who will yell at spirits while eating bugs for years to come. She is then reincarnated as The Boulder

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some of yall need to understand that "my body, my choice" also applies to:

addicts in active addiction with no intention of quitting

phys disabled people who deny medical treatment

neurodivergent people who deny psychiatric treatment (yes, including schizophrenic people and people with personality disorders)

trans people who want or don't want to medically transition (yes, including trans masc lesbians with top surgery and trans women without bottom surgery, yall are so weird to them wtf)

and if you can't understand that, then you don't get to use the phrase

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I live in a weird bubble of the south. It's deep south, middle of the bible belt but. It's a pretty northern (gentrified) pocket of it; my town is?

We have northern accents. You need to go to a few specific neighborhoods or the outskirts to see any southern architecture, etc. And it's. So weird to see how a lot of people separate themselves from 'redneck and hillbillies', Etc. and it's like. We get a lot of northerners who move down here to start families bc it’s a fairly wealthy liberal town and we have money in our schools. My parents were some of them.

And everyone here seems to think of themself as so DIFFERENT from people not two towns over. Sure; we're southern- but god forbid we be southern.

Yknow? This is mostly me rambling idk

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Me and bestie are having a conversation about what whiteness even is and we reached the point where even I had to reread the conversation once or twice and be like wait.

And I’d love for to include y'all in on this (especially white people) cuz it seems fairly profound to me and I’m wondering if anyone has anything to add (even on anon, like this convo is so interesting to me rn and I’m so genuinely invested in hearing y'all’s thoughts).

And when I say whiteness I mean the construct of whiteness, not necessarily white people. Just wanna clarify that.

So Whiteness -after this talk- at it’s core really just seems like it’s about being seen as better than others. It’s almost defined more by everything white people don’t want than what they Do want to be. Not much else.

And what they don’t want is to be like the poor, the savages, those icky colored people, the gays, and those gd annoying mentally ill people. And whiteness means separating yourself from them by any means necessary. Shitting on poor people, stigmatizing mental illness, calling poor whites White Trash, trying to eugenics/genocide everyone you dont like out of existence, “luxury food”, 1st class seats, comparing dicks and country GDP, measuring success by numbers and accomplishments, hoarding more and more billions of dollars just because you can, having the newest/latest gadget to prove how trendy and well off you are, children’s pageants, punishing everyone who can’t meet the standards of whiteness with shame and passive aggressive “well if you tried harder…”

Everything is centered around being better than someone else in any way you can measure.

And following that same line of thought… Whiteness can’t count generosity. It can’t tally how good your music taste is to determine your artistic value. It can’t break down how much you care about your community into a braggable percentage. There is no way to prove that you support human rights more than anyone else. Supporting BLM and Landback doesn’t increase your social currency. You can’t argue and prove with evidence that you’re the funniest person in the room. You can not add, subtract, debate, or use logic to make someone understand and accept you’re a Nicer person than them. There is no I’m An Objectively Loyal Friend test that you could humble brag about passing to your #positivevibes insta followers. Being happy and content with your life doesn’t make you morally better than anyone else. Being there for people when they need you isn’t how you get on a magazine cover- so that’s not success. And most importantly Whiteness has no measure for when you’ve been a good enough person, let alone better than anyone else. You’re eternally building yourself up with no sense of relief or accomplishment.

Imo, whiteness happens when you take every natural thing about being human and make humans hate it.

And that’s just my take after some discussion. Look at the golden truth bombs bestie is illuminating on whiteness though. Because damn.

Y'all really live like that???

All seems to boil down to the fact that perhaps white people struggle so much to dismantle whiteness because you have no sense of self or clue on how to behave outside of it.

How many of my white followers would agree with that? And if you do… Are you discussing this with other white people or is this something most don’t even think about? Or is this like a thing you all Feel but never talk about? And if you disagree with the post… Can you tell me why?

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i am given birth to by my mother. i am brought home to a falling-apart trailer. i am fed and i am not fed enough. i am aged into a small being with opinions and some semblance of autonomy; my childhood is a video game and i am given three objectives: sit down, stay quiet, and cease to exist. i am made good at the last part; it is a god-like sort of art, and so i do. silence is suited for me as well as i am suited for silence. 

i am told, gently, by my third-grade teacher to stop writing in passive voice. the noun of the sentence should be the actor, the doer, the taker. i am not a taker. never the actor of my own consciousness, of my own unconsciousness, remember, now, i am ceasing to exist. 

i am uprooted like a wilting plant, no sunlight, chipped terracotta pot, placed, never planted. grow, says the sunlight seeping between the drawn shutters, and i deny its case. i am made a masochist at all of eight-years-old, i am made for withering away. i am made mother, made martyr, made clever, made more, made machine. 

i am placed in a foster home and told the new rules. i will sleep at 2130 and wake at 0600. i will eat blueberries and coconut yogurt and i will make good grades. i will behave. i will sit down, i will stay quiet, and i will cease to exist. 

i am told, gently, by my ninth-grade teacher to stop writing in passive voice. like this, you are the subject of the sentence. i am brought home; i am subjected to my sentence. i am taught, i am created, i am embittered, i am disillusioned, i am ceasing. it is all i know how to do.

blurring letters litter the pages before me. maya angelou, oh pray my wings are gonna fit me well. oh, tell the hell-child to return to her cell. mangled beast, worthless mongrel, ceasing. perfect child, perfect victim, passive. the sentences are diagrammed by my expert hand and i am diagrammed as well, pages in a folder, problem child, trouble-maker, mentally unstable. infinitive, preposition, page-break. 

my eleventh-grade teacher is asked why was it okay for maya angelou to write in passive voice? she responds, because to write in active voice would take the focus from the corpse to the crew. i like that. i understand it. the pages aren’t so blurry anymore. i trace them with my fingertips, letter-by-letter. her bones were found//round thirty years later//when they razed//her building to//put up a parking lot. 

i am no longer still, silent, ceasing. i am no longer wilting, and no longer made, i am maker. 

grow, says the sunlight seeping between the drawn shutters. i am neither the corpse nor the crew. i reach forward with trembling hands,

and i pull the cord, and the light floods through.

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new shirt ideas

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The beautiful thing as you get older is that you realize so many “rules” are made up and you can just do whatever. Posters can go anywhere in the house not just my room. I can sit down while cooking a meal or taking a shower. I can make the same thing for breakfast lunch dinner for a week straight. I can roam around the house shirtless. I can wear a dress with jeans. The world is my oyster key word my and I can live as I please embracing little things such as this

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shoutout to flags that look like landscapes fr gotta be one of my favorite genders

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More stories from hell (retail) today I was ringing up this lady and she goes oh I want to do part of this on a gift card and the rest on normal card and I go ok and then she hands me a folded piece of paper. I think oh OK it must be folded around the gift card, right? Wrong. It is a folded sheet of 8×11 printer paper with "$40" written on the inside in ballpoint pen. I go what is this. She says a gift card. I say this is not a gift card. She says yes it is. I say this is a piece of paper with "$40" written on it. She says "well it's a gift card." I say it absolutely is not. I am grinding my teeth. She says well I want to use it. I say you physically cannot do that bc it is a piece of paper. I cannot scan or swipe it. I apologize, as if this is my fault, and not because she is completely insane. I hate it here

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You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

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Customer: (not on record) DMV: 666? Verdict: ACCEPTED

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Customer: MY BASKETBALL NUMBER DMV: BALLER? Verdict: DENIED

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