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sometimes, i tuck my shirt into my underware.
i dislike it when people piss on me in public, and then turn around and refuse to piss on me in private.
Yo! If you are gonna piss on me in public, please do so in private, so I can feel the love.
Simultaneously, if you piss on me in private, I don’t always need you to piss on me in public, cuz I obviously know how you feel. ;)
when you’re underemployed, FOMO is that much more annoying.
maybe my resistance to pop culture is that its not mine. here is a picture of me feeling awkward that i didn’t know the words to the popular “hip-hop” song that mostly erryone in the room seemed to know. then the chorus came along. and i knew it for a brief second, with out connection the way others in the room seemed to understand it.
and then i didn’t know the words again and didn’t really know the artist. I think i led a sheltered immigrant life - i blame worrisome overprotective mom. unless i searched for it, seeked out pop culture, it wasn’t gonna get into my home (besides the tv). but still, i had to learn so many other codes to pass, so they didn’t know i wasn’t from here. so i wouldn’t be found out. so i could pass.
When white ppl say they throw shade. i’s like: no, you can’t throw shade. youre white. you can throw power and your white supremacist ways. you can be shady. but thats about it.