when i was post op after top surgery i had a good friend there with me to help recover. but the nurse didnt get the memo and when i woke up she was like “ok i’m gonna go get your girlfriend and bring her in to see you!” and i remember being so zonked on anesthesia and so disoriented i just laid there thinking wow…… all that an they’re bringing me a girlfriend too this place is amazing
23 || Japan || They/them || This is the personal blog of a college student just hoping they make it to see the latest meme.
I confront [white guilt] every year, about a month into my course on racism, among [white] students who come to me in tears because they cannot deal with the racism that goes on in their families or their home towns or their student residences. Their tears are the result of genuine anguish, care, and a desire to learn and to change. I confront similar attitudes among my colleagues, and I am similarly gratified by their concern. But those who experience white guilt need to learn three things:
1) People of colour are generally not moved by their tears, and may even see those tears as a self-indulgent expression of white privilege. It is after all a great privilege to be able to express one’s emotion openly and to be confident that one is in a cultural context where one’s feelings will be understood.
2) Guilt is paralysing. It serves no purposes; it does no good. It is not a substitute for activism.
3) White guilt is often patronizing if it leads to pity for those of colour. Pity gets in the way of sincere and meaningful human relationships, and it forestalls the frankness that meaningful relationships demand. White guilt will not change the racialized environment; it will only make the guilty feel better.
“Women of Colour in Canadian Academia,” Audrey Kobayashi
i’ll open up my heart
🗡️
(in case you need a knife in the next two days for reasons unrelated to political assassinations)
they’re horrors to YOU, however i’m turned on by them
Wednesday Addams lookbook
i feel this on every level
i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands
“I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.”— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie


