We live in an age where everyone has a camera on them one way or another and information is spread around the globe at the speed of light and the degree at which we apply and regard security is at an all time high….
…. and somehow a two hundred feet long, three hundred thousand pound aircraft carrying two hundred and thirty-nine souls has completely vanished.
Our tiny blue marble has become frighteningly huge in the worst way possible
jesus christ i fucking hate snape
boohoo the woman u loved chose someone over you that didnt hurl a slur at her and actually grew the fuck up boohoo she died and it’s mostly ur fault boohoo u hav to protect this kid whose dad (that he’s never fucking met) bullied u aw boohoo u willingly chose to be a death eater boohoo
nothing merits the daily fucking abuse of children jesus i hate snape so fucking much u guys i hate him
#YES #YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS #LIKE SORRY LILY MARRIED SOMEONE YOU DIDN’T LIKE#SORRY SHE DIDN’T WANNA FUCK W/ SOMEONE WHO JOINED AN ORGANISATION THAT WANTED PEOPLE LIKE HER DEAD #SORRY THAT EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE 11 Y/O DARED TO RESEMBLE THE GUY WHO BULLIED YOU #DOESN’T EXCUSE THE FACT THAT YOU’RE A TERMINALLY GREASY TWATNUGGET WHO GETS HIS JOLLIES FROM BULLYING CHILDREN#BESIDES LILY COULD PROB TELL YOU’D BE THE TYPE TO FUCK THROUGH A HOLE IN THE SHEET SO…
• a transphobic woman is not a feminist
• a racist woman is not a feminist
• a homophobic woman is not a feminist
• exclusionary feminism is not feminism
once you’ve been devastated by a death in the family, all other sadness seems incomparable. when my mamoojan died on March 10th, 2010, I literally felt like any other sadness I could ever feel would never compare to that day. and there’s somewhat of a truth to it. you hear people complain about the most inane things and you just think, “really? that’s what saddens people?” it’s a terrible way to think about others, I know. everyone is effected by different things.
I miss my mamoojan everyday. I can’t explain what I would do to bring him back, to try to fill the gap he’s left in my family’s life. every momentous occasion reminds me of him. I always wonder what he’d say or do if he were here to witness it.
time truly does heal all wounds though. I never thought my mom would be the woman she is today after my mamoojan’s death. but she’s made it. we all have. I’m sure he’d be glad that his only sister has found a way to be happy again. I know I am.