Honestly something that bothers me more than most things is having my compassion mistaken for naivety.
I know that another fish might eat this bullfrog right after I spend months rehabilitating it.
I know that turning a beetle back onto its legs won’t save it from falling over again when I walk away.
I know that there is no cosmic reward waiting for my soul based on how many worms I pick off a hot sidewalk to put into the mud, or how many times I’ve helped a a raccoon climb out of a too-deep trashcan.
I know things suffer, and things struggle, and things die uselessly all day long. I’m young and idealistic, but I’m not literally a child. I would never judge another person for walking by an injured bird, for ignoring a worm, or for not really caring about the fate of a frog in a pond full of, y’know, plenty of other frogs.
There is nothing wrong with that.
But I cannot cannot cannot look at something struggling and ignore it if I may have the power to help.
There is so much bad stuff in this world so far beyond my control, that I take comfort in the smallest, most thankless tasks. It’s a relief to say “I can help you in this moment,” even though they don’t understand.
I don’t need a devil’s advocate to tell me another fish probably ate that frog when I let it go, or that the raccoon probably ended up trapped in another dumpster the next night.
I know!!!! I know!!!!!!! But today I had the power to help! So I did! And it made me happy!
So just leave me alone alright thank u!!!!
THIS.
I heard a story about this, a parable I guess.
There was a big storm and a ton of starfish were washed onto the beach, stranded much further up than they could get back and beginning to bake in the post-storm sunshine. A little girl was walking down the beach, picking up starfish and throwing them back into the sea. Some guy comes up and asks her what she’s doing. “Saving the starfish,” she says.
He looks around at the huge beach and the hundreds of starfish, and says “You can’t possibly save them all. I’m afraid you’re not gonna make much of a difference.”
She throws another starfish back into the ocean, and replies “It made a difference to that one.”
oi guys for the love of fuck, i’m not gonna be nice about it
if you’re a non black poc, or worse, white, do not fucking make this about you. do not make it about aesthetics. do not make it about anything other than it is.
rebloging myself bc someone asked: the point of this post is beyond whether you can or can’t reblog it. the point is whether you should or shouldn’t.
if you’re a non black poc, or a white person, what you’re called to do now is to stand in solidarity.
see someone making BLM into a relatable aesthetic? call it out
see a post with donation links? reblog it and donate if you can (x), (x), (x)
the MN freedom fund itself is bringing attention to other fundraisers. check their twitter.
if you’re not from the US learn about what is happening in YOUR country re: black communities and learn how to help them
do not speak over black people
deplatform racists
go to a protest (with the necessary precautions)
sign petitions
do not donate to anything shaun king posts because he has a history of asking for money in the name of BLM and then the money vanishes. the mn freedom fund has made the clarification already
etc etc etc
listen to black people, and stand with them. interject in the situations that you can, and educate yourself and others. as riots and protests spread know many states and cities freedom funds will need donations. check with national bail fund network, or free them all.
don’t ask me if you can reblog, ask yourselves how can you contribute. you shouldn’t be asking if you can help, but how. it doesn’t begin by reading theory, it begins by caring about people
People really underestimate this relationship and favor Katara’s grief over Aang so much that we never really get to see fan art of her and her brother.
Ultimately, I feel like Sokka’s death had the potential to hurt her the most - especially if we consider that Aang could have died before him, and he was all she really had left.
But that’s all speculative.
[Also, do not remove my artist comments/source and/or watermark. You will be reported, otherwise. Thanks!]
“Painful feelings are, by their very nature, temporary. They will weaken over time as long as we don’t prolong or amplify them through resistance or avoidance. The only way to eventually free ourselves from debilitating pain, therefore, is to be with it as it is. The only way out is through.”
I took my meds too close to bedtime again and I need you all to know the dream I had last night involved Robin Williams becoming the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Not, a character portrayed by Robin Williams, just Robin Williams as himself running around Hogwarts doing wandless magic and being as loud and big as possible because and I quote before I forget:
“Listen, children, I’m not saying all this bad shit that is happening isn’t scary and you shouldn’t be concerned–because you should!–but I’m telling you this now for free. Life is a boggart, it’s the biggest boggart of them all. You never know what it’s going to look like one moment to the next. And sometimes you just gotta laugh. It’s okay to laugh. It’s part of the grieving process. You need to grieve before you can heal. But it’s okay to laugh while you’re doing it.”
I didn’t wake up right after that, some more stuff happened in a hazy sort of way as the dream began to dissolve into conciousness, but I remember him yelling Expecto Patronum as he punched a Death Eater in the face. Because sometimes, evidently, you have to make your own happy memories.
I think Robin Williams literally visited you in your sleep from the beyond in order to pass this message on to the world.
Can you imagine something worse than your child being terrified of you?
Can you imagine something more painful than your child’s heart breaking because they trusted you?
Can you imagine anything more horrible than your own child sobbing and crying themselves to sleep because of something you did to them?
Can you imagine anything more damaging than your child flinching whenever someone makes a fast movement because of how you beat them?
Can you imagine anything more heartbreaking than your child hiding from you because they know you will hurt them?
Can you imagine anything more cruel than your child hating themselves because you taught them there’s nothing to love in them?
Can you imagine anything as abominable as your child scared and suffering and not even thinking to ask for your help because they know you would tell them it’s their fault and hurt them worse?
Can you imagine anything as hateful as your child hiding every bit of themselves because of the shame you forced them to feel?
Can you imagine anything as tragic as your child knowing deep inside they will never be good enough for anyone because they’ve never been good enough for you?
Why do you abuse your children? There is nothing on this world that would be a good enough reason to do this to a child.
So this is your general multifandom/random personal text post blog.
i dont expect you to care about this blog.
This isnt meant to be for the masses; its meant for ME.
I apologize, however, for my horrible tendancy to not tag things all the time or properly.
