Sometimes I think about my life through the lens of the past.
How many things do I suffer though because of the greed of European “explorers” and American imperialism.
I leave the ‘āina. I leave my ‘ohana. I leave my heart. And I suffer at a job I hate. And I spent years wearing a fakey costume and smiling for tourists and pretending I felt anything other than empty.
I colonized myself. Made myself palatable for tourists. Made myself palatable for tips and a paycheck. And I ate popcorn for dinner bc that’s what we could afford and I spent my extra money making sure my siblings didn’t feel the crushing weight of poverty. And every extra cent was spent trying to save them from how I felt.
Humiliated. Colonized. A joke.
And now I live on the mainland because we cannot afford to live on sacred land. Because haoles move there for paradise, and they kill us as they buy up beautiful houses and pave the road for resorts. Our land. Our ‘āina. And I’m now a walking attraction. And I can do the hula style smile and I can make my eyes shine like diamonds. And people ask me if I picked coconuts from trees and I think about my elders who live in concrete apartments and I miss my grandfather and his warm smile. And I never know if I will see them again.
I used to stare at the statue of Kamehameha. His arm stretched out in a loving greeting. His other hand holding a spear to defend his people. But he leads with the hand. He leads with aloha.
Because that’s what we do. It is what we are born to do. We are born to aloha. To love. To compassion. Even now, even after everything, all I want to do is be kind.
And it’s terrible. But sometimes I just wish he had lead with the spear.
Concerning Violence. Dir. Göran Olsson. 2014
again, israeli soldiers have invaded and launched brutal attacks against muslims worshipping inside the al-aqsa mosque - injuring children, women, and elderly with live bullets, tear gas, and grenades at innocent civilians worshipping in peace
every single ramadan this happens. every single year.
for those who aren’t muslim, please understand the significance of the timing and location. the al-aqsa mosque is one of the most holy sites in islam, and it’s currently ramadan, the holiest month of the year. it is intentional.
and this isn’t even getting into how many innocents have been killed since ramadan began, including children, elderly, and a disabled widow who supported her six children, now orphaned
i pray for a day when our holiest sites are respected and protected, and i pray for a day when the oppressed can spend their holiest days in peace and safety. i pray for an end to the occupation and it’s evil.
just because its true doesnt mean you should say it
Therapist: So, tell me about yourself. Why have you decided to go to therapy?
Tim: oh well it was all Bruce's idea. He's really good at picking up on when I'm feeling off. He absolutely insisted I talk to someone and after arguing with him for a bit, I relented.
Therapist: sounds like he really cares about you
Tim: yeah. You think as the good middle, unproblematic child I'd get overlooked, but he doesn't let anything slip by him
Flashback:
Tim [sighing]: sometimes i feel numb inside and nothing brings me joy. Everything i do just makes things worse
Batman, sitting at batcomputer: mhm
Tim [leaning dramatically over the back of a chair]: the days all blur together and i wonder if there's even a point to living. Why bother?
Batman: mhm
Tim [standing directly behind Bruce]: if i disappeared would you even miss me?
Batman: mhm yeah sound great Tim
Tim [resting his head on Bruce's shoulder]: this is a cry for help. I'm very depressed.
Batman: mhm
Jason: oh hey guys! Just dropping by before I go to kill the Penguin
Batman [whirling around]: wHAT?? YOU BETTER NOT-
Tim: oh for fucks sake
this kid’s post and his replies to people’s questions are so pure I’m sobbing
Hey, its Australia day! Aka the day a bunch of English arrived in Australia and began two centuries worth of genocide and cultural erasure.
In honour of Australia day, do you wanna help some indigenous people reclaim rightful ownership of their unceded lands?
The Watermelon Woman (1996) dir. Cheryl Dunye
Pip, they/them, nonbinary, panromantic, greysexual. This is sort of a junk blog, but its also my main one. I really use @woodwind-goddess so you should head over there
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