twenty-three. female. gemini. single.

what labels can be thrown at me?
tree-hugger. skank. activist. hippie. stoner burnout. weeaboo. clumsy. bitch. dreamer. 99%. psychonaut. lurker. creep. anonymous. attention-whore. fanatic. this-bitch-is-bananas.

that's not who i am.
i am not a category or a stereotype.
i am an archetype.

i will not allow restrictions for what i post here.
i'm everything good & everything bad.
everything pure & everything evil.
this is my domain.
my name is ty.
i love you.
anime blog: weeaboobies important issues blog







It was horrible to watch, and apparently designed to terrorize the rest of us. At least I was sufficiently terrorized. I unlinked my arms voluntarily and informed the LAPD officers that I would go peacefully and cooperatively. I stood as instructed, and then I had my arms wrenched behind my back, and an officer hyperextended my wrists into my inner arms. It was super violent, it hurt really really bad, and he was doing it on purpose. When I involuntarily recoiled from the pain, the LAPD officer threw me face-first to the pavement. He had my hands behind my back, so I landed right on my face. The officer dropped with his knee on my back and ground my face into the pavement. It really, really hurt and my face started bleeding and I was very scared. I begged for mercy and I promised that I was honestly not resisting and would not resist.
Note that these were the objects described in subsequent mainstream press reports as “30 tons of garbage” that was “abandoned” by Occupy LA: personal property forcibly stolen from us, destroyed in front of our eyes and then left for maintenance workers to dispose of while we were sent to prison.
read the full article, by one of the writers for family guy

(Source: medimelancholy, via blade-anime)


this is 1984.

this is 1984.




NEED.

NEED.

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