If you’re waiting for me to give you examples of why the human species is redeemable and we’re not actually doomed, then I’m afraid you’re plumb out of luck because I’m out of kittens and rainbows.
Here’s the thing: when I talk about not giving up, when I talk about not letting the bastards grind you down and taking light into dark places, I am not some glitter dust Positivity Feel Good Metaphor Poster™.
I am blinding fury and spitting with rage. I am clawing tooth and nail against people who tell me every day that kindness is pointless and the world can never be better than it is, so why bother. And that’s defeatist lazy Bullshit. Absolute
BULLSHIT.
By hook or by crook—don’t let the bastards get you down, hang on to the things that matter to you, fight tooth and nail for them, smash the system and help rebuild it anew.
Otherwise, yes, we are doomed. Because the moment you give in to the despair and believe in the inevitably of our doom, they’ve won. And it’s hard, and it’s exhausting, but if you want the world to change and the people around you are letting you down and you feel like nothing is being done…well…what are you going to do about it? And I know, I know not everyone can do the same as everyone else, I know it’s not just as easy as that. But it starts with not giving in.
It starts with looking into the heart of darkness and saying No, This Will Not Do.
We are not doomed. We are redeemable. We just need to choose to be. And it starts with you, every single day, every day you wake up you make a choice and you say, today I will make the world a little better, I will not let the darkness win. Even if the only person you save that day is yourself, it still counts.Every little shred of hope and goodness counts. So keep going. I promise you there’s light at the end of all this. And not because I believe in fate or gods, but because I believe in people. I believe in you, just like I believe in myself. You can do more good in this world than you realize.
And it’s time to come up swinging.
Tag: we will survive this
Revenge
Since you mention it, I think I will start that race war.
I could’ve swung either way? But now I’m definitely spending
the next 4 years converting your daughters to lesbianism;
I’m gonna eat all your guns. Swallow them lock stock and barrel
and spit bullet casings onto the dinner table;I’ll give birth to an army of mixed-race babies.
With fathers from every continent and genders to outnumber the stars,
my legion of multiracial babies will be intersectional as fuck
and your swastikas will not be enough to save you,because real talk, you didn’t stop the future from coming.
You just delayed our coronation.
We have the same deviant haircuts we had yesterday;
we are still getting gay-married like nobody’s business
because it’s still nobody’s business;
there’s a Muslim kid in Kansas who has already written the schematic
for the robot that will steal your job in manufacturing,
and that robot? Will also be gay, so get used to it:we didn’t manifest the mountain by speaking its name,
the buildings here are not on your side just because
you make them spray-painted accomplices.
These walls do not have genders and they all think you suck.
Even the earth found common ground with us in the way
you bootstrap across us both,oh yeah: there will be signs, and rainbow-colored drum circles,
and folks arguing ideology until even I want to punch them
but I won’t, because they’re my family,
in that blood-of-the-covenant sense.
If you’ve never loved someone like that
you cannot outwaltz us, we have all the good dancers anyway.I’ll confess I don’t know if I’m alive right now;
I haven’t heard my heart beat in days,
I keep holding my breath for the moment the plane goes down
and I have to save enough oxygen to get my friends through.
But I finally found the argument against suicide and it’s us.
We’re the effigies that haunt America’s nights harder
the longer they spend burning us,
we are scaring the shit out of people by spreading,
by refusing to die: what are we but a fire?
We know everything we do is so the kids after us
will be able to follow something towards safety;
what can I call us but lighthouse,of course I’m terrified. Of course I’m a shroud.
And of course it’s not fair but rest assured,
anxious America, you brought your fists to a glitter fight.
This is a taco truck rally and all you have is cole slaw.
You cannot deport our minds; we won’t
hold funerals for our potential. We have always been
what makes America great.-e.c.c.
we need to protect trans women. especially trans women of color and disabled trans women. they are at such a high risk of being harmed, we need to keep our trans sisters safe from transmisogyny.
please reblog this!!! idc if it doesnt fit ur blog type, its important!
Friendly reminder that there isn’t a single federal-level trans protection policy that doesn’t come from the Executive Branch, meaning that what few protections do exist will disappear with a stroke of Trump’s pen, and Pence has ALREADY confirmed that it’s top of the list.
THIS IS THE BITTER COCKROACH MOTHERFUCKERS PACT
Reblog to pledge that you’ll survive this bullshit out of pure fucking spite
I am twenty-seven.
I lived through a whole lot of “benign neglect”, a whole lot of physical and emotional abuse, and a whole lot of homophobia, sexism, and assault.
When I was raped, I was just fourteen, and I lived through everyone telling me how it was my fault and how terrible I was for reporting it and “making trouble”. When I was nine, I was sexually molested by a friend’s father, and my mother, my mother, called me a liar and made me feel like it was my fault. She also had a bad habit of kicking the shit out of me when I deviated from her “perfect child” perception of me. When I got too big to kick, she tore me to shreds with words.
Those nasty, terrible words; slut, dyke, whore
Virginia, that terrible fucking state where I got beaten, bullied, and ostracized for refusing to hide, to give in, to crawl on my belly and surrender. Virginia, the hellhole that drove me to my suicide attempts. A brave face to the assholes I was surrounded by, cuts on my belly and overdoses on painkillers, and sitting in a Starbucks all day instead of going to that hateful school.
I have existed since my birth out of pure spite.
A spineless, stupid, moron like Trump? Has never faced my wrath, nor have his followers. I’ve got twenty-seven years and nine months of spite in me.
They can come at me, those scared, sad, little bits of vermin that voted for him, that believe we are lesser than them. I’ve got a message for them, and it is this: I see you for what you are. And I’m not scared of you anymore.
I’ve lived through hell, but I’m not a little child any more. I can fight back, now. And I’ll stand on the front line to defend all who can’t.
They think they’ve won.
Let’s prove them wrong.
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