the anti vaccination movement basically consists of random people with no knowledge of medicine going “I can medicine better than doctors” and it would be hilarious if it wasn’t literally killing people
you dont need vaccines, I havent had any and Im still doing great
wow, what a compelling argument. you’ve got me
in other news, i am still alive therefore death must be a myth
My Aunt is a violent abuser who literally just attacked my Mother shortly after my Aunt started yelling at me for just existing.
I’m too much of a wreck to make this wholly comprehensive right now, but if you follow me you’ll know that we were unable to find a place to live so we [my Mother and I] had to move in with my Grandmother [who has been letting my Aunt stay here for about 15 years???]
If you follow me you also know that my Aunt is a volatile, violent abuser who has attacked us our entire lives.
Well, about half an hour ago, she started yelling at me after I said that ‘You do realise I can hear you, right’ when she called me a ‘cunt’ as I left the room.
I told my Mother about this as I went back upstairs with the bagel I had been making for her and my Mother went downstairs to make her tea.
My Aunt proceeded to scream at my Mother and then physically attack her as evidenced by a little of the aftermath that I will link to in a gallery. For a short rundown: She shoved my Mother, grabbed her by her shoulders and scratched up her arms, and pulled out a small chunk of my Mother’s hair all while screaming.
Please donate whatever you can and/or share however you can with whomsoever you can. We need money for moving vans [remarkably expensive], 6 weeks deposit on a new place, first month’s utilities for the new place, and first month’s rent for the new place.
We need to leave.
—Things I can add on Tumblr include:
- I’m queer. I’m very very queer. This is an Orthodox household. You do the math.
- This is a very very Jewish Zionist household. My Mother and I are Anti-Zionist. You, again, do the math.
please share and reblog!!!!!!!!!
I just realized that the lack of acceptance for asexuals is literally the dumbest thing.
Like, you can’t handle the thought of two dudes kissing? Okay you’re dumb and terrible whatever.
But you can’t handle the idea… Of someone… Not kissing anyone? What are you worried about? They’re gonna eat too much mac n cheese?? Draw too many dinosaurs??? Tell me
you can just tell that Nicki Minaj is the kind of person that when you’re telling a story and everyone else in the group is talking over you, she’s making direct eye contact with you and paying extra attention so that you don’t get discouraged and stop mid-story
PETITION TO MAKE LEARNING ANOTHER LANGUAGE COMPULSORY IN ENGLISH-SPEAKING COUNTRIES FROM A YOUNG AGE BECAUSE ENGLISH SPEAKERS ARE LAZY ASSWIPES WHO EXPECT EVERYONE TO SPEAK ENGLISH AND NEVER BOTHER EVEN LEARNING ANY OTHER LANGUAGE.
Actually, most of us would love speak another language but our education system sucks so we literally learn 4 words. It’s not because we are all lazy.
AMEN TO THAT
Because here’s the thing about realizing you’re into girls. Hardly anyone I know has ever said, “Am I gay?” in the same way they say, “Hey, do you know what the weather’s supposed to be like tomorrow?” Like they just need to figure out how to dress for the occasion. No, when most people ask, “Am I gay?” they ask it with the kind of urgency they would usually reserve for things like, “Do I strap this parachute to my back and jump from this free falling airplane or do I nose dive into the ocean and hope the sharks don’t eat my remains? SINK OR SWIM? LIVE OR DIE? QUENCH THE FIRE OR BURN ALIVE?” It feels so urgent, and the reason it feels so urgent is because you’re probably not just asking, “Hey, do I want to make out with other girls?”
You’re also probably asking: What the hell are my parents going to say when I tell them I want to kiss other girls? And my friends and my co-workers and my classmates and everyone at my family reunion? And what’s that girl going to say when I tell her I want to kiss her? And how is my life ever going to be OK, and how can I go on being the same, and am I the same, and what else do I not know about what’s alive inside me? And who will still love me and who will start hating me, and is God involved, or the government maybe, and what if it’s only one girl I want to kiss, and how do I label myself and must I label myself, and what if I change my mind and, really, what if I do burn alive?