Watching the city burn to the ground we pass a cigarette back and forth smiles on both our faces We swore we were going to figure it out We promised would bring in Utopia
And the cops are overwhelmed by the mass of people fed up with the power trip We won't go quiet and we won't be peaceful Not when the war turns into something real
They may have some kind of self-elected power but we aren't bothered because we got the numbers Riot bullets and beanbags out to the stomach The first wave will always go down
Sacrifice is needed for a job well done
Both of us smell like gasoline and sulfur They used to swear the revolution would be televised But there's no cameras in the ever-engulfing flames And there's battles fought under every streetlamp The people rise when Utopia's just around the bend
Don't give up so soon, that's where our problem lies It's a gathering people that turns into brick throwing riots I've had my eyes on that fucking Starbucks for months Using spraypaint as a weapon, and bandannas as a gas mask like bandits in black with a black flag a red flag, what's always ended up as a white flag
You can't fight for justice if you refuse to fight And you can't fight for justice if you refuse to help it exist
Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.
(And other tales about religious trauma)
darkened silver jhumkas, worn out kajal, a delicate bindi royally seated between unruly eyebrows, cotton kurtas and georgette dupattas, my middle class desi girl, you invented fashion
With the war behind us, the focus is now on removing the rubble and rebuilding a home where the family can come together again. Your assistance and encouragement are invaluable. Thank you for standing with us!
please don't, really, it was our duty to do this, I'm glad our efforts meant something
they should make an august for grieving and being blue all the time and an august for.. well. enjoying the summer and living your life. and they should be in the same year
With you
unless you literally want to crack open your rib cage and have me crawl inside do NOT flirt with me.
I think it's diabolical that there is still a debate about trans women and their gender identity.
They cannot be erased from history and no matter what any court says, they will always be real women.
she/her ▪︎ my mind; little organization
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