I Learned Recently, While Researching Gaslighting, That There Is A Second Type Called ‘Emotional Gaslighting’.

that childhood abuse survivor feel when you see a healthy family and part of you is happy that not everyone had to suffer like you did but the rest of you is just in this deep agony looking at what you never got to have

Keanu Reeves and River Phoenix (1991)

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

idk if i have enough reach for this, but i consistently have rare-ish opinions so if any of y'all wanna send me a ship or character (mostly from hp, voltron, or bnha, but go wild) i'll serve up my most controversial take on them :3

this is what we mean when we say “defund the police”

highkey yeah, there needs to be a Gimmick™

absolute bare minimum of 1 (unique, ideally) gimmick per fic is mandatory. multiple if you're being ambitious, state em in the summary and viola

unpopular opinion but fanfics where the plot is just 'these two shippable twinks fall in love in the same way as every other fic' just bore me

i knew this conceptually, but like you dont really KNOW that public school is designed to set you up to be a good worker bee until you're cracking out a report, after hours, at 7 pm on a monday night and it hits you; oh, i'm doing homework, this is why they made me do homework, and suddenly i'm feeling it in my chest. i cant believe i was raised by the state to be an automaton, and worse, i am one of the lucky robots who isn't doing manual labor.

Everyday I see people on the internet mourning and condemning genocide and facisim of the past while saying things like “how did people allow this to happen” meanwhile when equally horrific things are happening now in real-time, these same people are completely silent.

Unarmed Palestinian civilians (and I’m fucking tired of adding how they’re unarmed civilians in every post so that you can understand the magnitude of what’s going on) from all ages are being beaten, disfigured, displaced and even slaughtered by fully-armed soldiers from one of the world’s strongest armies, which in-turn are funded with billions from the US, the world’s strongest military, in an illegally occupied city where it’s literally a public law that says non-jewish people aren’t allowed to exceeds 40% of the population. 

Palestinians don’t want your money, they’re just beginning for you to share what’s happening to them because right now the only thing standing between them getting massacred and ethnically cleansed on their own land is universal condemnation, this isn’t about being performative/woke anymore, innocent people’s lives literally depends on how many retweets/posts/attention they get.

At this point if you’re not speaking right now, there’s no point in speaking anytime.

"AHAHAHAHAHA" and other muted clanking sounds came from within the cage in the corner of the classroom.

"uh, professor, the hamster is manically laughing again." the student sitting closest to the cage was ignored again by the rest of the class; becoming increasingly more uneasy as the cage started whirring and vibrating a few minutes later.

In this 45 student college class there are two serial killers. They don’t know each other, but they both think they are the most dangerous student in this class. They are wrong, very, very wrong.