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So I thought this would be a good tumblr post I was driving on I 94 to take my uncle to the airport this is the part of the main story kind of when we were on the interstate we seen a car pulled over on the opposite side of the highway thinking nothing of it goes well people get pulled over all the time it happens. But when I was on my way home from dropping him off at the airport I noticed that the car was still pulled over well what would you know the Racine County Police Department has a black woman and her two children out of the vehicle standing on the grassy side of the highway while they search your car, granted I try to not assume cops are going to be an asshole. But then I have to remember cops are always assholes. I don’t know maybe this woman kidnapped her kids maybe she should had drugs in the car who knows but from what I’m going to assume the cops were racial profiling. You assume because someone is black they must be doing something wrong and then you think its okay to pull not only her but her children out of the car and put them on the side of the interstate yep that’s uh that’s a really awesome thing to do dude


we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.

What depression has taken from me

1. My ability to dream. When I’m asked wht my dreams are my only answer is a shrug or “dreams? That thing that happens in my sleep? Yeah I have those..”
2. My will to try. I can hardly get out of bed to wash myself. Let alone get out of bed and fill out job applications
3. The need for sleep. Now I mean this in two ways I either sleep or don’t.
4. Depression took away my love for myself. In the eyes of society I am a piece of shit. When everyone tells you “getting an income will change everything you feel for yourself” until you get a job that. Makes you hate yourself more then being a piece of shit.
5. I have no desire to be outside or in public. The thought of interacting with people makes me want to cry.

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