If my freedom is at the expense of others, take it. It’s not freedom at all.
I’ve said this a million times, but a million and one won’t hurt.
We tend to glorify children way too much. We admire their bravery, post their pictures, talk about how they stood up against whatever oppression. We glorify them and attribute superhero traits and forget their essence, their childhood, the trauma behind all that bravery. We focus so much on their courage and we forget they shouldn’t have that much courage to start with. They shouldn’t be facing oppression. They’re fucking children, probably traumatised, hurt, scared and scarred for life. They are human beings, not superheroes. Even if they like to wear capes and pretend otherwise. This applies to most people resisting oppression, not just exclusive to children.
Ass bruise. I have a bruise on that runs down my entire back thigh because an Israeli border policeman kicked me on it whilst protesting. It actually ended up being shaped like Palestine. The awkward moment when even our bruises rebel.Suck balls you asscrack border policeman wherever you are.
In current times, I think that voting is just another mechanism to let people really believe that they actually have a voice, you know, because they voted. The people in Armani suits are laughing.