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lawful manic: organizing your entire house at 3 am
neutral manic: spending five hours seriously researching going back to college even tho it was a disaster previously because you can totally do it now and you’re gonna major in, like, ten things
chaotic manic: how and why did you end up spending $600 on the forever 21 site and do you really need that many mom jeans?lawful dissociated: when you look at the clock and realize you’ve been playing the sims for almost a full day
neutral dissociated: that tumblr post that’s just like [dissociates while eating cereal]chaotic dissociated: Flashbacks™ but you’re also making jokes about them like it’s no big deal and your friends are low-key worried
lawful irritable: impulse-creating a Discourse Blog because you wanna fight
neutral irritable: seeing straight couples within five feet of each other is suddenly giving you the urge to Punch
chaotic irritable: finding that one middle school teacher you utterly hated on facebook and telling them in detail why they’re the reason your life is a trash heap now
please please please read this
some guy just came into our house and told us that our house is illegal. we made a room for our grandma in our garage and it only has one exit and a heater in her room, so we either have to kick her out (she’s 69 and is dependent on us to live), put her in a nursing home (which we don’t have money for and would never do), or pay 10,000+ dollars to move the heater, fix the air conditioning, put in a window, and move the attic door into the hallway. we spend $350 a MONTH on food for 6 people, plus a child who is allergic to almost everything, $735 on mortage, and the rest of that goes to bills and gas. we were going to get help from the state, but my grandma’s income puts us over the limit to receive that help. we either have to fix all that stuff or get fined, and as the fines pile up, our house will be taken from us, leaving us homeless.
i need your guys’ help. if you be willing to donate to help us repair our house, PLEASE let me know. we are setting up a gofundme ASAP, or if you have a paypal that would work too. i have an autistic 21 year old sister, a disabled 12 year old sister, a disabled dad, and elderly grandma. i don’t want them to lose their house, lose all they’ve ever known. please help.
MzMidnight3@gmail.com is the paypal, if you want to help that way.
https://www.gofundme.com/bring-the-house-up-to-code
the gofundme is up!
update on condition: apparently if we don’t get money raised fast enough, me and my little sister could be taken away by DHS for unsafe living conditions. i don’t want to put my little sister through that, she doesn’t desrve that. please, share this. share it with anyone you can. reblog it, copy the link and post it on instagram, facebook, twitter, reddit, snapchat, literally anywhere. just please, share this.
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.”
Romeo Gigli
spring/summer 1990
silk, cotton, acetate, nylon, spandex, leather, mother-of-pearl
have i told you guys about the time my 7th grade history teacher showed us a “cool personified revolutionary war video” but it was actually a US/UK tribute
Dead ass scary. Society taught men to behave like this. We need to do something.
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