R E B L O G T H E P I G E O N .
i thought depression looked like sitting in the shower, sounded like exhalation, the silence of the hour. i thought it carried the scent of worn clothes, unbrushed teeth, i’m only taught to see your symptoms, not what lies beneath. i've learned that pain is present in the loudest in the room, filling something, lacking, avoiding time alone, in gloom. i'm sorry that it took so long for the world to understand we’re not all collapsing on the floor, just asking for a hand.
grazia curcuru
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you guys remember when PETA stole people pets off their porches and euthanized them?
you guys remember how it came out that PETA kills about 90% of the animals it takes in, including healthy and adoptable puppies and kittens, stating “ We could become a no-kill shelter immediately. It means we wouldn’t do as much work”?
you guys remember when PETA advocated killing all pit bulls for the crime of being pit bulls?
you guys remember when PETA handed out these comics to children when there were no adults looking?
you guys remember when they made a porn site and then filled it with videos of animal abuse, and (also in that link) claimed cats should be vegetarian?
you guys remember when PETA lied about sheep shearing, got caught, and defended the lie as true even after they admitted the sheep in their picture wasn’t even real?
you guys remember when they tried to excuse their horrifying ways by claiming that the person who exposed them was manipulating the facts by taking them and putting them in the wrong context?
Because I remember. I remember everything.
And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too.
I saw the picture of the antisocial and asocial and I'm a little confused still. What's the difference ?
Asocial refers to someone who is not sociable, avoids interactions with others, and might not conform to normal standards for social behaviour.
Antisocial can refer to Antisocial Personality Disorder, or someone who is hostile or disruptive to society, with a disregard for the well-being of others.
Este poema está dedicado a mi nana, que descanse en paz. Donde sea que te encuentres, espero que sepas que te amo y te extraño. Espero que te guste este poema. Hay otra versión en Ingles titulado “The Rain”.
“La Lluvia”:
La lluvia nos saludo en el principio del fin.
Nos dirigió hacia el camino adelante.
Un camino enlodado, lleno de piedras, con saltos y golpes.
Un camino muy bien viajado.
Un camino lleno de dolor.
Un camino que dirige a todos hacía el mismo, desgraciado final.
Y igual como vino, se fue.
Inesperadamente.
Nos dejó empapados en lágrimas de tristeza, de alegría.
Pero la lluvia nos trajo juntos, nos unió.
Y juntos lloramos su partida.
Llorábamos porque sin ella había una sequía en nuestros corazones que nunca va estar resuelto.
Las nubes también se juntaran, por el resto del tiempo y llorarán por su memoria.
La agua goteando desde el cielo no estará llena de su presencia.
La agua no será suficiente para aliviar el dolor de la desaparición de la lluvia.
Y aunque no queramos aprender a vivir con el dolor y la sequía lo tendríamos que hacer.
Solamente tenemos su memoria para satisfacer nuestra sed de querer verla, de querer estar redondeados de su presencia.
Solamente tenemos su memoria de la frialdad recorriendo nuestra piel, llevando con ella nuestras preocupaciones y dolor.
Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia—llorando gotas tratando de limpiar el dolor de haberla perdido.
Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia para recordarla.
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True. 😭
The most dangerous game is resting your eyes after you turned off the alarm clock in the morning
With the way that I am singing these love songs, I bet my mom thinks I must be in love with some boy. The jokes on her I am singing about 2 characters that I believe are in love to get in the mood to write a fluffy fic.