okay but does anyone else check people out artistically? like instead of thinking “wow I’d tap that” you just intensely appreciate their appearance and sit there and “holy shit look at the curve of their spine and that POSTURE but then there’s the shape of their eyes and THEIR HANDS AND -” *snaps pencil in half*
admiring their aesthetic
All the time
about me
my kinks are getting progressively weirder and idk how to deal w that ok
What to say during sex
- ooh
- ee
- ooh ahh ahh
- ting
- tang
- walla walla bing bang
Hate yall
why did God make me an angry crier….. How am I to drag a bitch if I can’t stop sniffling
StandardCoping While Black: A Season Of Traumatic News Takes A Psychological Toll
LinkCoping While Black: A Season Of Traumatic News Takes A Psychological Toll
npr:
“We hear in the news about African-Americans being shot in a church, and this brings up all sorts of other things and experiences,” says Monnica Williams, director of the Center for Mental Health Disparities at the University of Louisville. “Maybe that specific thing has never happened to us. But maybe we’ve had uncle or aunts who have experienced things like this, or we know people in our community [who have], and their stories have been passed down. So we have this whole cultural knowledge of these sorts of events happening, which then sort of primes us for this type of traumatization.”
I’m actually struggling with this a bit myself. Sometimes I just can’t know the news.
I have definitely been feeling the emotional effects of the stories of police brutality and racism for over six months now. I try to maintain my energy so I can go about my day-to-day, and sometimes that means cutting myself off (literally or emotionally) from new developments and victims. Which brings its own negative feelings around not caring or doing enough. But I need to work. I need to live. I need to be capable of interacting with white people on a daily basis.
I remember accidentally watching the Eric Harris video on someone else’s screen while flying once. I couldn’t stop watching, even though I knew I needed to. I started sobbing 36,000 miles above this racist fucking country.
This comic is based on my personal issues, I’m really bad at giving up when I feel sad. So please don’t feel that this comic is trivializing emotions because it’s not. But for me, this is a real issue, when I feel slightly down I almost instantly give up and get into bed because I assume I’m not going to feel any better any time soon.
To those that experience this too, we know how real the struggle is not to indulge your sadness, it can even feel like a safety blanket sometimes. Breaking out of this cycle is really hard, but it’s possible.
Love from Lize (And the sad ghost club)
NO REALLY I’M FINE