This is literally the most heart warming story I have read on Twitter so far.
I think this is exactly what friends should do, and I feel everyone deserves people like this.
A barn rasing: a collective action of a community, in which a barn for one of the members is built or rebuilt collectively by members of the community.
because you cannot, you CANNOT, build a barn on your own, and without it, you will not be able to survive.
What a fuckin’ gem of a sentence. “What we did today was a barn rasin”
LOVE IN LARGE GROUPS WITH OVERWHELMING FORCE
DONT ASK FOR PERMISSION AND LET NOTHING STOP YOU
Love in large groups with overhearing force
this is it this is the post that finally makes me sob
i have to reblog this again because ugggh.
THIS is how you do it. this is how break down a people. like the beginning. strip them of their language, along with everything else that makes them who they are.
and then they are yours.
😞
White colonizers are evil
people in america think afrikaans IS the native language
but it’s actually mostly dutch and a little german. that’s why my translator friend picked it up in only a year from his native language, german.
then again, a lot of americans think africa is a country, not a continent, so
For anyone wondering what we mean by “decolonizing” ourselves, this is it. It’s the effort of undoing centuries of beating our own cultures out of us.
Learning our ancestral languages, cultures, and traditions is an important but very difficult thing for us to be able to do.
This is why I refuse to listen to ANYONE that says I must stop speaking my language around them.
God Bless him for remembering what he could.
Reasons to let people speak their own fucking language:
1) It’s important culturally to them to be able to do so
2) It works to undo years of white colonial bullshit
3) Maybe you don’t need to be able to understand what someone else is saying when they’re not talking to you so stop being a nosy nelly and leave them alone
Seriously if you’re worried someone is gossiping about you in another language, think about 2 things: 1) why do you think you’re that important to everyone around you, that you think you’re literally the only thing they have to talk about, and 2) what kind of person are you that you assume everyone around you just wants to talk shit about you? Maybe stop being that kind of person then you won’t have to worry.
Hey guys please
Don’t sleep on the fact that Miles Morales is a biracial African American AND Hispanic Boy
Don’t sleep on the fact that Miles has two supportive Black Males in his life before Peter B. Parker shows up, that are there for him and wants to help him find what he wants to be in life and believes this boy can do great things
Don’t sleep on the fact that he’s also got an Amazing supportive Hispanic Mother who knows when her son needs a breather from whatever stress he’s going through and doesn’t push
Don’t sleep on the fact that Miles has two supportive parents who only want what’s best for him and is willing to give him the space when he needs it and will be there when he’s ready
(It may not seem like a big deal but most kids can’t even get THAT)
Oh yeah and his Dad’s a Police Officer and Moms a Nurse(I just LOVED that)
Don’t sleep on the fact that Miles Morales is fluent in Spanish too and is a loved member in his little community of Brooklyn that’s blooming with all races
Don’t sleep on the fact that Miles didn’t win some “lottery” to get into that private school, he ACED the entrance exams AND purposely tried to flunk tests by picking nothing but wrong answers because he KNEW the right answers so he could go back to the school with his community
Don’t sleep on the fact that this boy was able to do what he didn’t even know was possible when the time was right because he just knew
Don’t sleep on the fact that what makes Spider-Man so Amazing and important was that his mask let everyone think that it was possible that it could be someone like them under that mask
Don’t sleep on the fact that everyone can do Amazing things like Spider-Man like our boy Miles even you
Detective on a Jane Doe case: I don’t know who she is, but I know a guy who will.
Akinator:
Is your character real?
Is your character a white female between the ages of 28-35?
Is your character someone who died under mysterious circumstances?
I like haunted houses in theory BUT I have no idea how to react when the actors speak to you. They ask me a question and I just… answer it…
The scariest part of a haunted house is the unscripted social interaction.
Scary nurse in a creepy voice: “Do you have an appointment to see the doctor?”
Me: “Uh. Do you accept walk-ins?”
Scary farmer: “I like to kill people!”
My friend, brightly: “I like to die!”
Zombie : “AARRRGH”
Me : “Do you get dental insurance?”
Zombie : “TEETH!!”
This happened to me.
Scary prison dude: HELLO
Me: Nice to meet you!
Him: (pause) No it’s noooooot
My worst horror house experience was when I couldn’t find the (rather obvious) exit and the guy chasing me with a chainsaw stopped, sighed and pointed me to the exit, saying “please scream as loud as you can when you run out there” and just left. I disappointed the horror house chainsaw dude and I will never get over that
Guy: They are all my friends.. (motioning to hanging corpses; then grabs a noose) Will you be my friend?
Me: Sure totally, you made me a friendship necklace? Oh my god your so sweet?
Guy: … Yes.. Please, let me.. I cant I cant just go (laughing).
– Got to walk a second time through–
Same guy: My friends -wailing-
Me: I came back I just really wanted to be friends so bad
Guy: (laughing more) Please, Im not allowed to laugh.
I went to a Haunted House and literally befriended every actor there.
Specifically, I remember;
There were zombies walking around in the waiting room. I said “Hi!” and he gave me a high five. Every time he passed from then on, I got a high five.
Near the end, there were these twin little girls. “Come play with us.” They said. “Okay!” I said. “Forever.” They said. “Oh, sorry, can’t do that. I’m busy.”
I could hear them giggling.
Guy playing Freddie Kruger: Remember, you are all my children!
Me: thanks dad
A small chorus of teenagers: thanks dad
I went to a haunted corn maze once. Someone ran at me with a chainsaw. I just stared at him. He hung his head and walked away. I left.
The Real Horror Is The People We Dissapointed Along The Way
IM CRYING
My friends and I were in a really dark part of a haunted house and couldn’t find the exit, so the guy who had just jumped out at us had to say “to your left” in his same scary voice he’d used to scream and we were like “thanks!”
And then after a few moments of patting blindly at the wall he says again in the same ominous voice “your other left”
