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But institutional racism is imaginary, right?
never stop reblogging this
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baku:
baku:
baku:
in case you haven’t heard it today, or don’t fully realise it yet: i promise you that most people in this world are kind, loving and understanding. the people around you want you to succeed, they do not want you to fail. your friends don’t hate you, they love you, and they want to see you grow and prosper.
the world is not as bad as it seems. don’t forget that.
Sounds fake but ok
good news: it’s not fake. everything i said is true. being dismissive towards good things is a damaging mindset to have. you’ll feel a lot better if you have some trust and if you’re willing to consider optimistic viewpoints.
Is this what non depressed people feel like ? Damn. You’re so lucky
i’m extremely mentally ill and extremely depressed at that. deflecting good advice that encourages you to think positively about life by claiming that the person who said it is not depressed (when i very much am) is also a very damaging mindset to have.
Tumblr really has to stop shooting people down for trying to be positive and bettering themselves. Really, it’s almost creepy how people get offended when someone says something innocent like ‘Things will get better’ or ‘Here’s how to improve your mental health’
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“Can I have one?”
“What?”
“Can I have a cigarette? I have a lighter, a red one. I got it from Amsterdam.”
“But you don’t have a cigarette?”
“No.”
“So, what do you carry around the lighter and badger people for cigarettes?”
“No, I just saw you had Marlboros. They’re my favorite. I got laid off last week so I haven’t bought my daily back in a few. Thought maybe you’d have a cigarette to spare.”
I stared at him. His bushy bangs swooped over his forehead, his chin scruffy. 5 days without shaving, 6 tops. His beanie dragged over his ears, but I could still see the lobe sticking out, red from the cold. He looked about 24 with the eyes of a 15 year old. He seemed lost. Like he was hoping this cigarette would guide him somewhere his mind couldn’t. So, I gave him one.
“Here.”
“Thanks.”
“You from here?”
“New York.”
“So what the fuck are you doing in jersey?”
I shrugged.
“I like the quiet. So, sometimes I cross the bridge and everything becomes silent.”
He looked at me. I could see sparks of gold in his brown eyes, glistening against the light emitting from the street lamp. He looked so beautifully tragic in that moment. As if his inability to save himself is what made him so fucking beautiful. I envied this stranger in that moment. And then I sighed and said I had to go.
“Goodbye”
“Wait, you havn’t finished your cigarette.”
“Yea, I usually don’t.”
And then I walked away.
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