so fucking done with today
okay so this morning I left this book in my mailbox for my friend so he can get it to read for his summer reading project and he hasn’t had the chance to get it til now and I went to check if I was still there after I got home cause I was gone all day and it was gone. why, postal service, do you have to take a book from the mailbox without any address whatsoever on it? the red thingy wasn’t even up, ya know the sign indicating there’s mail that needs to be sent? that book cost 18 dollars and man am I pissed off you must have some sort of book fetish to do that man gah why I can’t even
Ariana Brown & Arati Warrier - “Invisible” (CUPSI 2014)
"Before I know who is worthy, I have already opened my mouth for them."
A beautiful group piece from UT Austin, champions of this year’s College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.
I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.
As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling.
As a straight girl with a basic understanding of equality and love, it also sickens me that people will keep scrolling.
As a straight Christian woman, I pray that people will not scroll past this. Love, not judge.
I’m re-reblogging for that last one.