I’m horrified by Israel’s actions. I’m culturally Jewish, but I identify as an atheist, study Arabic literature at university, and can’t support Zionism. I’m surrounded by people who think I’m a “bad Jew” if/when I criticize Israel. What’s the politest way to tell them to fuck off?
Fuck being polite. Get loud and stay angry. Anyone who supports Israel’s crimes of apartheid (and more recently, genocide) against the Palestinian people is on the wrong side of history.
If you’re surrounded by hardline assholes who think you’re a “bad Jew” for criticizing Israel, then show them these horrifying war photos from Gaza. (Warning: they are extremely graphic. I’m not kidding. The images are gruesome, and they will fucking haunt you.)
Tell them that if being a “good Jew” means blindly supporting Israel’s murder of innocent civilians (many of whom are children), then you’re proud to be a “bad Jew.” Tell them that criticizing the State of Israel isn’t the same thing as criticizing the Nation of Israel, and tell them that it’s every citizen’s duty to protest the unjust actions of their government.
If you’re Christian I hope you don’t believe asexuality exists because you are implying you and/or others are immune from sinful lust, which is applying divine properties to humans and therefore defying crucial theological principles.
It’s just in asexuals are actually have divine properties
water is fucked up because you need it to live and then it drowns you just because it can
Oxygen’s even more fucked up because you need it to process your most basic functions and from the very first breath you take, it is already working on oxidizing literally every part of you. We spend our whole lives being broken down by oxygen, one chemical reaction at a time.
so anyone who’s been following me knows i’ve had a lot of money problems at the moment and i’m a mentally ill trans individual who can’t work right now. however! i do make some lil pieces of jewellery in my spare time and i have an etsy:
if anyone would be interested, i have various pieces up at the moment and i’ll be putting even more up in the following week or so. i’m also open to commissions so if you have a piece of jewellery in particular you want, you can message me and i can see what i can do!
spreading the word or signal boosts are also super appreciated, as i’m kinda desperate for money right now!
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to other ppl entering their late teens and twenties:
everyone tells us about the ways our bodies will change in puberty but nobody tells us what happens afterwards
"done growing" does not mean "done gaining weight" and it’ll just happen. don’t worry about it
you’re gonna have to get new clothes. it’s gonna feel weird. it might be hard. it might make u feel crappy about yrself
but you’re okay and you’re gonna be okay
my wakeup call came when i was reluctantly cleaning out my closet, fussing about “well, maybe if i lose some weight i’d still fit these …” and my dad said “yeah, let’s hang on to them in case you’re ever a 16 year old girl again”
you’re getting into adulthood and that just means your body is gonna be different. the body continues to change after puberty. it’s normal. i wish someone had told me so i’d stop thinking of the end of puberty as a freezeframe or sth so here i am tellin u
One day, I realized he might not exist. My soulmate, I mean.
I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.
And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?
It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.
The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.
And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.
But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.
So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it.