HES STILL GONE!

HE’S STILL GONE!

LUCIFER PLEASE!!

NO I CAN’T!!!

I SPENT MONEY TO GET YOU THIS OUTFIT, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!!!!

This is something me and my old German class would do, watching in anticipation to see if the bottle would fall instead of the reason the video was made.

Unmute !

here’s some fun black history for you guys!

SPEAK ON IT CHINA

honestly, i never make posts like these but i’m so fucking SICK of casual racism. racism in general, but it’s the CASUAL racism that angers me on a day-to-day basis.

i see everything. i see the way the cashier makes conversation with the white people in front of me in the queue but barely even smiles at me. the way that man i don’t even know is looking at me with pure fucking disgust in his eye. the way the mcdonalds employee talks to me like i’m an idiot who can’t speak english. the way when i hold the gate open for some elderly couple, the smiles drop off their faces and they refuse to say thank you. the way that even some of my teachers look at me just that little bit differently. i see it all. and it’s all these nasty little comments breathed just behind my back, the little things you think is no fucking big deal, countless little harmless classmate comments-

it hurts, you know? it really, really fucking hurts.

and i’m sorry, but white people will never understand this pain. being “generalised” when i make a joke about white people loving taylor swift, or something about how white people food is bland, or even calling you out on your racist bullshit - that’s not racism. you have never felt the pure disgust radiate off someone just by looking at you for the colour of your skin. you have not lain awake fighting tears at 3AM because you feel like you’re too fucking sensitive and you should just get a grip on yourself because these are your friends, right, they’re your friends, and they were obviously joking so you shouldn’t make a big deal out of it, right? you haven’t stared into the mirror, seven years old, and wondered why you had the misfortune to not be born white. you haven’t had your mum tell you, “baby girl, you can’t just start fights with everyone because of this. we’re in their country. you need to accept it and walk away at times.” you haven’t had your friends laugh at you when you were five years old because you were rapunzel for halloween and you know, you can’t be rapunzel, you’re brown! haha! you haven’t asked the store lady for some makeup to match your skin tone and had her roll her eyes at you, and you curse yourself inwardly because fuck, why couldn’t i just have been born white? and it’s so intergrated into society that these things you all say and do to us is just seen as NOTHING to you. you don’t even consider for a moment how that makes us feel. the way some of you look at me, i can tell you see me as nothing too. and when i try and put it all into words for you, no matter how hard i try, i can’t. i can never give you the full picture of what it’s like. you will NEVER know that pain, no matter how much you say i’ve hurt you with my comment about white people having bad food. you have not suffered racism at my hands. you will never suffer racism like i have and you can tell me if my joke offended you and i will stop, but you CANNOT call me a racist and whine about how you, as a white person, have suffered from RACISM.

give me hate for saying this, but FUCK casual racism and FUCK white people who think my tiny comments are jabs at their whole sense of BEING.

i see everything. i see everything you do to me and it hurts, and i am ANGRY. and you all need to fucking see this too.