Is this Shelly’s bunny or is it my boyfriend? Da world may never know (at Bunny Love 🐰💕)

Is this Shelly’s bunny or is it my boyfriend? Da world may never know (at Bunny Love 🐰💕)


Took 5 tabs of acid (first time doing it ever) and my friend gave me a bunch of acrylic paint. Painted it with my fingers tripping out of my mind. Also I’m colorblind, and don’t work with abstract work at all (I only have ever done drawing). Thought this was pretty wacky.

(Source: a private forum i visit, via formallymaura)


White supremacy is the “ethnic” section of the hair aisle. It’s the “African-American” section of the bookstore that’s mostly romance novels for some reason. It’s the prison-industrial complex. It’s Angelina Jolie as Cleopatra.

It’s the fact that most of the wealth and power in the western world sits squarely in the hands of white people. It’s any part of society that treats white as the default and everything else as “other.”

White supremacy is a holdover from the days of colonialism and slavery, but it’s been largely upheld by people who either pretend it’s not there, consciously sustain it, or reinforce it to survive. Respectability politics falls in the latter category.

- Respectability Politics Won’t Get Us Half as Far by Jarune Uwujaren for Everyday Feminism

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Tomorrow is my 21st birthday

and if you know me you know I don’t give any shits about birthdays, mine or anyone else’s, but this one will of course be a doozy.

I feel sad in the same way I felt sad on my nineteenth birthday.  I feel sad because I am getting older and closer to responsibilities that I don’t want.  What I mean to say is I don’t like to take the blame.  Not for my age, my choices, relationships, anything.  I just get so tired with anything (everything) and I shut down.  This is the way I function at all.  But blame is all adulthood is.  Especially with the legal right to inebriation.  

I also feel excited because for once it won’t be legally wrong for me to drink.  I won’t have to deal with the law, unless I get really reckless, which I am known to do.  I will just have to deal with the degeneration of my brain and spirit.  That’s a standard activity.  And it’s fair and I want no part of it.  Noone ever talks about addiction, loneliness, denial, and death in the context of a 21-year-old life, maybe because it could be where a great deal of us are headed.  Rest in peace, my adolescent mind.  I’ll miss you but I hope you die.

21 birthday