They label us ‘tinfoil hat wearers’, ‘conspiracy theorists’, ‘lunatics’, ‘anti-vaxxers’ ‘climate deniers’ ‘anti-science’ even ‘terrorists’!

But who are we really?

We are the ones that care more than others think is wise, risk more than others think is safe, dream more than others think is practical and expect more than others think is possible.

This is who we are. This is what separates us from the rest and it all starts with the fact that we care…

We care that we’re being lied to by the entire system, we care that through the lying they have manipulated us to accept and perpetuate our own enslavement, we care that innocent people suffer daily because of this, we care that children are being mentally and physically abused, we care that we are being poisoned through the air, the food and the water we consume, we care that medicine was hijacked by the Big Pharma drug lords, we care about human trafficking and child exploitation, in fact we care so much, it breaks our hearts. We care about saving others, we care to want to change things, we care to dream of better alternatives and we care to pray each day that we may turn things around for our children’s sake.

We care for justice, we care for freedom, we care for what is right and we care enough to do something about it.

Caring is what makes you take the necessary risks, it’s what makes you dream big and what makes you expect better.

Never stop caring, it’s what makes us who we are and what separates the sleepers from the awakened, the righteous from the immoral, the courageous from the cowards, the strong from the weak and the faithful from the hopeless.

Never stop caring my friends… It’s the beginning of all good things. 💜💫

- Laura Aboli

The worst kind of hurt is betrayal because it means someone was willing to hurt you just to make themself feel better.

Flashback Friday: This gives me "Maniacal Tom Cruise, jumping on Oprah's Couch" vibes.

Remember way back at the first forced con where he said those unforgettable words "Go Portugal!"?

If you look closely, you can see part of his soul leaving out the back door, doing its best Irish goodbye. 👋

I just want to tell them that I love them. I want to let them know how handsome they are, how attractive they are, how smart they are, how kind they are, how loving they are, how their heart is the most beautiful, radiant, and exuberant heart on this mortal earth. I want to shower them with the love, affection, and praise they deserve. The love only made possible through god. Love from a pure heart, a good conscious, and a sincere faith. But i can’t and it is torture.

I set one of the people I love most free. It is what they needed, it might be what I needed, but how I pray, wish, and dream of them coming back to me when god deems us both ready. But what even is ready? Nobody is ever fully ready for something, so I hope for, pray, and dream of the day god deems us both ready enough.

C.S. Lewis once said, “To love you as I should, I must worship God as Creator. When I have learnt to love God better than my earthly dearest, I shall love my earthly dearest better than I do now.” Well now I’ve finally learned to love god more than anyone or anything else. And I have prayed every night to be released from my longing if they’re not the person for me. Yet the longing never ceases and I do not know why.

With nowhere else to go I cry to the heavens how much I love them, care for them, and want to see them happy. I cry to the heavens how much every smile, laugh, and subtle glance from them filled, warmed, and repaired my broken heart. I cry to the heavens how much my soul feels so incredibly inextricably linked to them. Have I not carried out god’s will? I have sinned many times, but is that not outweighed by the people I’ve helped heal? Have I not suffered enough to be relieved of this pain one way or another?

In the book of Job we learn that suffering is a natural consequence of life and necessary to stay on god’s path. It teaches us that suffering is in and of itself a gift. Job was a perfectly pious man who never sinned. Regardless, he lost his family, his estate, and his health. But he eventually learned to accept the suffering and embrace god. The suffering brought him closer to god and made him more human.

I have learned to embrace and love pretty much all the things in my life, including the suffering. Including this suffering. But it’s so tiring on my heart, my body, my mind, my soul, and my spirit. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going with this suffering. But god always finds ways to give me strength, rejuvenate, and heal me. Yet everyday I want to call out to them. To offer my help and to ask for theirs. Because although I’ve always offered my help, I could use theirs, too. I pray for relief, the relief I want, and also any relief at all. But at the end of the day I only ask that not my will be done but that God’s will be done and for the strength, faith, and courage to fulfill god’s will. This is the primary lesson I need to learn now on my journey, I know that much. But I pray for mortal help, I pray for their help, I pray to form a new friendship and relationship with them.

they just desecrated my poor baby oli like this for the rosenrot mv (2005) and no one cared

liking ALR cringe content while being a radical feminist is insane to me. Support all women except hilariously fat ones ig. Dworkin would curb stomp you

omg just realized I had things in my inbox

listen I can’t explain the amberlynn thing I’m going through.. I don’t laugh at her, I watch her.. I watch many YouTubers. I fall into YouTube rabbit holes literally all the time bc I’m an internet addict. I don’t know what else to tell you

being the most left leaning family member means everyone will always think that youre insane and then in two years they will believe what you were explaining to them two years ago but still think youre insane now. and you do it anywaybecause you love them

"maybe if i dress more boring i'll get gendered correctly by strangers" that's the devil talking

i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.

it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.

it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

Talking to a boy is like talking to no one

they don’t listen to what you have to say.

Do you only care when you have something to spill onto me?

At least remember the topic of the conversation.

Will boys ever just listen