Two Years Apart

I hate how my mental illnesses just suck the creativity out of me. I used to draw so often but now I’m lucky if I get one drawing out every few months. I used to love to read but I haven’t finished a book in over half a year. I love to play video games but I’m so fucking drained I don’t even want to do that anymore. I start them but never finish them.

I just want my life back.

I supported Bernie more passionately than anything i’ve ever supported in this country. I voted for him, wore his merchandise, his bumper sticker still sits proudly on my car, but I will not be writing him in next week.

Immediately after his loss I looked for hope in the green party, joined jill steins meme dank stash, did research on her policies and though I was skeptic about a few things I had hope. But as time went on just like the rest of the candidates she too proved to be just not enough. Her failure to run an effective campaign and her anti-science pandering was too much for me and I found myself staring dreadfully at our only two real choices.

Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.

God knows I do not want to vote for either of these two vile, corrupted, insane individuals. One is a clown and the other a robot, both interested in their own agendas and not the well being of the people they wish to lead. I’m tired of the news, i’m tired of the drama, I’m tired of cringe worthy arguments on facebook. So I went back to the last thing I believed in, and listened to Bernie. He believed in us, and so I am choosing to believe in him. He had an idea for the future and an idea for what it meant to be free and be great, and i know he hasn’t given up on those ideas, so I will listen to him and vote for Hillary because a protest vote won’t help anyone, or anything, a protest vote won’t help him or the ideologies that I stand for. And voting for Trump would be voting for everything he fought for, so I will vote for Hillary. Not because I’m a shill, or a hillbot, because God I despise that human being. But because the alternative is the exact opposite of what I stand for, so I have to make a sacrifice and vote for the lesser evil because my future and the future of my daughter depends on it.

I know I tag everything with “about me” but this is about me

Calling ALL of tumblr I need your help!!!

The standing rock tribe are being silenced about what is going on up there with the Dakota access pipe line.

I beg of you to help me get the topic out. It will affect millions of lives. The pipe will leave into the tribes only source of drinking water. We are trying so hard to get this out on twitter and facebook, but we are being silenced.

Today a security team came into the middle of a peaceful native american protest and numerous people got maced and bitten by the dogs. 

I want you all to take a look at the terror on these young girls faces. Then I want you to take a look at the two aggressive dogs. When did it become OK to use dogs against children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters OUR freakin people!!! The police will only let a dog go if the suspect runs or the suspect is violent and causes a threat to the public of the officer. Do you see a weapon in these young girls hands? Do these girls look dangerous? The answer would be no. No they don’t. The people with the dogs aren’t even police officers! They are security guards. They couldn’t even keep control of their own dogs leading to them being attacked also.

Most of you won’t even bat an eyelid at my posts, others will be annoyed because of my constant posting.This is happening right this second and threatening millions of lives. I have to help. We can only break the silence if you join us in this fight. Just sharing my post helps the reality of the situation get out there. I now beg of you to share this post in support of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe. Give them a bigger voice. Help them shout this from the roof tops. Please… Rachael <3 <3 #NoDAPL

Character VS Awkwardness.

Person- you got a second, *name*? Character- There is only one of me.

Person- what’s the word, *nickname*? Character- a shortened version of my name.

Person- Son of a bitch… Character- Actually, this man is entirely human, and his mother was in no way a canine- oh okay, I didn’t get it.

Person- sticks and stones may break my bones- Character- actually sticks when sharper can stab people, not just break their bones, and boulders actually have the capability to crush a person’s whole body, including their internal organs. *screams in the distance*

Person- go talk to him. Character- *stares at crush, who is doing something amazing* Character- maybe I should leave and not take your advice at all.

Person- there has to be a way to stop him, like a cage or- Character- put him on a leash, since he’s dog-like. Person- Person- kinky

Character- *picks up a note book* Character- why did the chicken cross the road? Character-…Probaly to get hit by a car and become roadkill. Person- Jesus Christ

(Meeting crush for the first time). Crush- Heya~ Character- Hello. Crush- not much of a talker then. Character- quieter people can take the time to hear the screams of their enemies (Everyone facepalms while crush stares in shock). Character- thankfully there’s only a twelve percent chance of that happening. Martin-um…ok.

(Meeting tall person). tall person- hi. character- hello. tall person- you’re really short. character- well that’s because you’re very tall for your age. Of course, this would mean you have a mutated gene that causes gigantism which slowly leads to bone and back problems. I would assume that you will die by the age of 34. (Tall is speechless and wants to press the leave option).

Why?

Why am I up at 7am, who else wakes up this early

This election has literally gave me so much anxiety that I’ve been sick to my stomach and almost had a panic attack today. Trump causing my anxiety and Hillary is the one with the mental health plan and I hope to God she’s given the chance to make it a reality. Everyone please go out and vote.

fucks sake