So we had this talk about water over dinner last night. Talked about MDG's goal and the water war in Mexico. Like hey the world's getting fucked up, soon we won't have enough clean drinking water. In the middle of it I told myself Imma make sure I'm not gonna live long enough and experience it's scarcity. Like yeah, I'd rather be hit by a car in China and bleed to death or mobbed or whatever. I'd rather die than not have enough clean water to drink.
They say that when you eat potatoes, the fat and calories and carbs go down your boobs or legs. I don’t want to have more on both areas.. but then I can’t help eating potatoes when potatoes are this good.
Featuring Bodato Burgers and Rainbow Twist Blueberry.
We joined so we are posting our photos to commemorate the 29th International AIDS Candlelight Memorial.
Reposted from Take the Test’s FB Page:
In commemoration of the 29th International AIDS Candlelight Memorial we urge everyone who participated on our It’s Official Photoshoot to use thier photos from tonight until tomorrow, May 20, 2012. “The theme is inspired by the Positive Health, Dignity and Prevention framework which is a people-centered and human rights based approach to the HIV response.The International AIDS Candlelight Memorial is much more than just a memorial. The International AIDS Candlelight Memorial serves as a community mobilization campaign to raise social consciousness about HIV and AIDS. With 33 million people living with HIV today, the International AIDS Candlelight Memorial serves as an important intervention for global solidarity, breaking down barriers of stigma and discrimination, and giving hope to new generations.” Here are the photos of advocates, supporters and friends promoting IACM. Again, many things to all those who came and supported our photoshoot.
Hugs from the back <3 <3 <3
Will be sleeping tonight alone and eyes wide open.
An Otherwise Senseless Conversation
Boy: Violent end
Girl: What happened?
Boy: I became Bruce Banner. I had a fit in her unit. I broke things. I kicked and slapped her. She labeled me a thief over a pimple cream. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I feel so little because of what I did.
Girl: Tsk. Just move away from her.
Boy: There’s nothing I could do anymore. My face is full of her scratches. I just couldn’t take that she belittled me.
Girl: Breathe. That isn’t love anymore. Just move away from her.
Boy: I hurt someone who I thought I love so much. I feel so little.
Girl: Just don’t think of it too much. Take what happened as a learning situation.
Boy: The condo banned me from getting inside, up her unit. I was escorted by guards. I already have a record. I was told a lot of awful things by her sister. Wow.
Girl: Why did you go there? I told you not to. And don’t get pissed with what her sister told you, that’s a normal reaction if anybody finds out about what you did. I get you being offended with your girl’s accusations because I know you. You are not what she thinks you are. But then again I am really against violence against women and children. Your emotions are valid, but your reaction that came from what you feel aren’t. You have to hear this from me.
Boy: I know that. That’s why I feel so bad. I feel so little. I understand you.
Girl: At one point we commit mistakes and we feel so little of ourselves. That happens. Dwell on that, great, but only for a moment. Next up is to just let it go then be a better person. Remember my reason for seeking medical attention. I felt the impulse to hurt people whenever I am too mad because of random things. I know I could be a better person though so when I felt too mad, I went to the doctor. I don’t wanna hurt people and I am scared of what I can do when I am mad. I might end up killing someone. Remember too that I overdosed. Just because I don’t wanna be mad, I don’t wanna hurt people.
Girl: Look, I am not saying that to overdose is a right thing to do, OK. All I mean is, I had the option to be a better person, I took it and I went to the doctor. We maybe victims of public opinion, but sit down, and realize that public opinions matter to us too. We just deny it, but we seek constant approval, that’s the truth. Then we rebel every time we try to be good and it doesn’t bring us anywhere. Somehow, we are stuck in preconceived notions or judgment of people that resulted from what we were before. Seems like we don’t have any chance to change. But why do we rebel? Why? Look, I don’t know if I am still making sense. I am blabbing here.
Girl: Just sit down. Breathe and contemplate. What is it you wanna do? That one thing you really wanna do. How do you want to be seen by people? Is it the same as to who you really are?
Reblog if you’re willing to answer publicly anything that comes to your ask box right now.
(via mochamarix)
