heyo i havent slept in two (2) days, and im so awake it fucking hurts. my heart rate hasnt been below 80 bpm for about 16 hours, i keep almost puking, and i have a migraine. fuckin.... what is my life and how do i stop
we out here livin
You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled
Hit that.
Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern
Yes.
Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in
Tumblr will follow up and help them.
This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.
duty & responsibility
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they messed up putting the pieces together, i have horrid joint pain. fuck
Take your birth year (eg 1992)
Multiply it by your birth month (1992 x 09 = 17928)
Then divide by your birth day (17928 / 18 = 996)
Then take the first letter of your first name (eg A)
The second letter of your middle name (eg R)
And then put it all together!
Sometimes I think about my life through the lens of the past.
How many things do I suffer though because of the greed of European âexplorersâ and American imperialism.
I leave the âÄina. I leave my âohana. I leave my heart. And I suffer at a job I hate. And I spent years wearing a fakey costume and smiling for tourists and pretending I felt anything other than empty.
I colonized myself. Made myself palatable for tourists. Made myself palatable for tips and a paycheck. And I ate popcorn for dinner bc thatâs what we could afford and I spent my extra money making sure my siblings didnât feel the crushing weight of poverty. And every extra cent was spent trying to save them from how I felt.
Humiliated. Colonized. A joke.
And now I live on the mainland because we cannot afford to live on sacred land. Because haoles move there for paradise, and they kill us as they buy up beautiful houses and pave the road for resorts. Our land. Our âÄina. And Iâm now a walking attraction. And I can do the hula style smile and I can make my eyes shine like diamonds. And people ask me if I picked coconuts from trees and I think about my elders who live in concrete apartments and I miss my grandfather and his warm smile. And I never know if I will see them again.
I used to stare at the statue of Kamehameha. His arm stretched out in a loving greeting. His other hand holding a spear to defend his people. But he leads with the hand. He leads with aloha.
Because thatâs what we do. It is what we are born to do. We are born to aloha. To love. To compassion. Even now, even after everything, all I want to do is be kind.
And itâs terrible. But sometimes I just wish he had lead with the spear.
in judaism, dance means freedom
jojo rabbit (2019), dir. taika waititi // hey alma articles by emily burack and molly tolsky // two rabbis, becca walker and her wife ariella rosen, dance the hora at their wedding // vintage tshirt with quote attributed to jewish anarchist emma goldman // still dancing: an interview with illya kaminsky
Pip, they/them, nonbinary, panromantic, greysexual. This is sort of a junk blog, but its also my main one. I really use @woodwind-goddess so you should head over there
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