theconcealedweapon:

In a society that labels poor people as thieves for wanting government assistance, people who panhandle or who ask for donations on their blog should be praised for looking for voluntary assistance instead of using taxpayer money. But they’re not. They’re hated for being annoying, even though anyone who doesn’t want to give them money can easily just ignore them. Some places even have laws against panhandling.

In a society that labels poor people as thieves for wanting government assistance, adults who live with their parents should be praised for being fiscally responsible and not wasting money they don’t have on housing. But they’re not. They’re labeled as failures. 

It’s almost as if they already hate poor people, and “taxation is theft” is just a bullshit excuse.

illgivethattoyou:

a relative at every family gathering: why no boyfriend?

what i want to say: the reality of being in an actual romantic relationship is actually terrifying and i’m much more comfortable entertaining the idea of having a boyfriend than actually getting one like there’s a 99.9% chance that i’ll be disappointed probably because i’ve idealized the concept in my head and my instinct to run away from intimacy combined with my high standards is a recipe for an emotional disaster and also my freedom holy shit i love my freedom and i take no shit and will drop your ass if you hurt me and i have dreams that don’t involve boys and i don’t want to waste my time on something that isn’t endgame for me like dating isn’t fun for me at all i don’t understand and i mean can you imagine bearing your soul to a person who has the power to destroy you like wHY THE FUCK—

what i always say: idk i’m just focusing on school

She combined blood-and-guts realism with surrealist fantasy and a large dose of gallows’ humour, so that the overwhelming sentiment is not one of pathos, but the realization of the urgency and necessity of life. Her paintings may be unnerving but they are not self-pitying. Instead, they are full of hope and defiance in the face of intolerable suffering.

Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Frida Kahlo’s Garden