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"There’s something about girls, and girlhood, and teen girl adolescence that’s very cruel. I feel like that’s what this movie is exploring; The assumption that cruelty is a part of normal interaction with your best girl friends." - Karyn Kusama, Director.

"Women are in constant competition with one another, always - ALWAYS, even when they love each other. I think it’s a sickness, and I think it’s fucked up, and I think it’s something that’s depicted perfectly in this film." - Megan Fox

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Migrant detention centers are part of the expanding prison systems. In the United States, undocumented migrants comprise of the fastest growing prison populations with over two hundred detention facilities representing an 85 percent increase in detention spaces, and approximately three million detentions since 2003. Detained migrant women in the United States report routine abuse by male guards including the shacking of pregnant detainees. Australia’s off shoring of detention centers to remote islands and internationally condemned mandatory-detention-first policy has resulted in an average of three incidents of attempted self-harm per day as well as countless hunger strikes and prison riots. Legal organizations and refugee groups have called this dire situation of six thousand detainees in Australia detention centers “a national emergency” . Canada detains approximately nine to fifteen thousand migrants every year, more than one-third of whom are held in provincial prisons. A new Canadian law has introduced mandatory detention for many refugees including children over the age of sixteen. 

Some miles away , Israel is constructing the world’s largest detention center. With a capacity of eight thousand people, this detention center is geared toward the incrimination of Eritrean, Sudanese, and other African asylum seekers who are deemed infiltrators under the recently amended 1954 Prevention of Infiltration Law for “threatening to change the character of the state,” refugees can be detained without rials for period of three years, and could even be held indefinitely. As part of the Zionist logic to keep Israel an exclusionary national home for Jews, this law was originally intended to imprison Palestinian refugees who were returning to their homes after the 1948 Al-Nakba. The law therefore simultaneously criminalizes Palestinians who defy dispossession and the illegal occupation of their homelands by asserting their right to return, as well as African refugees fleeing Western imperialism and structural poverty.    

Harsha Walia, Undoing Border Imperialism

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Apathy is a Murderer. Please Be Compassionate.

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kuklarusskaya:

I have found myself saying it so many times in the past few weeks. Frustrated, sometimes crying, always upset. 

I just don’t understand how people don’t care. 

Now, I’ve been the antithesis of this statement to a fault. I care so much I find myself frequently and willingly entangled in helping and caring for people who, were I a house elf, would not so much as throw a sock in my direction, if you know what I mean. But there is a balance. And regardless of the number of times I’ve been slapped in the face by people who fail to return my energy, I still don’t regret it. 

With the apparent suicide of Robin Williams, suddenly there’s a small reminder that you need to care. That sometimes you need to do something more important, something that opens the door to caring, which is simply to listen. To open your eyes and look at the people around you, and watch and listen for the tiny little wounds that build up on them and may one day kill them. 

The problem is, as with most events, people take them, they try to learn, and they forget. We are human, we cannot fathom the intensity of learning from every experience every time. But we need to try a little harder. 

I am reminded every day of the regular apathy that seems to be so disturbingly a part of our nature. “Are you okay?” “How do you feel?” “How is everything?” “Is there anything I can do?” These are phrases that are in our lexicon, certainly, but in a different one. A reserved one. Reserved for when someone is in the hospital, or for things we wished we had said. We do not ask people these things every day. We do not think, “My friend mentioned having been stressed at work the other day. Let me text her or call her and just check in and see how she’s doing.” Instead, we forget about it. Well, she was stressed the other day, I’m sure she’s fine now or she’d have said something. We put it out of our minds. Then, months later, when these people check in to seek psychiatric help, or they, g-d forbid, take their own lives, we sit around, dazed. “Gee, what could I have done?” You cannot save anyone single handedly, nor can you expect to remove mental illness with your support—it is an illness, oft dispersed by biochemical imbalances, which no words will alter. However, your support, your unwavering caring and will to listen, can save lives. 

People are going around talking about how Robin Williams had bipolar disorder, which is different from depression. It is, and this is important to note, because bipolar people deserve the same support and love as depressed people. I should know, as I am cyclothymic, a minor form of bipolar, and have been on antidepressants since 17. I still struggle with it. No medicine will make me entirely immune to myself. And for most sufferers, that is true. We can regulate and learn to hit a good stride, but hard times and sometimes nothing at all can bring about the very things that made us realize we weren’t “normal” to begin with. 

In these times, in watching the Yizidi people be mercilessly slaughtered in Iraq, watching the world turn on Jews as though we may be thrown to the wolves again just like in the 30s and 40s, in watching everything happening in the world today, I have found myself more prone to my depressive side than ever. Why? It’s hard. It’s so hard to care, sometimes. But the thing is, you cannot—and you should not—turn it off. 

The problem is not that I care about the things happening in the world, the problem is that more people do not. Suffering is eased in solidarity. I have found genuine love and companionship and understanding among Jews here on Tumblr, and through some friends in various places. I am able to say, “I read another story about a synagogue being vandalized and burned, and it scares me and it hurts.” And miraculously, other Jews and non Jews listen to me. They read me saying this, and they offer support. “Yes,” they say, “It is scary and it does hurt.” And so, simply, yet beautifully, my feelings, my fears, my depression, is validated. And the burden therefore, grows a little lighter. 

But while these Tumblr communities can be miraculous, they are not real life, and people need real support in real life from real people. Sometimes a person’s burden can lighten ever so much with a simple call from a friend, “Hey, how are you doing? I was thinking about you. Do you want to get lunch?” A friend who will sit down and listen and empathize. Compassion means setting aside your feelings to help someone else with theirs. If we all were more compassionate, we would all have less burdens. But as the world is unequal, so are the levels of compassion within it. 

I wrote this because I’ve been tired of dragging around so many burdens. The burden of caring is overwhelming at times. And it’s not just me. Everyone feels it at some point or another. I wrote this to hopefully remind my followers that everyone is carrying a burden. Everyone. And if you just reach out and care, and listen, and support with understanding and validation, you can lessen someone else’s, as well as your own. 

Be compassionate.

No matter what someone’s burden consists of, be compassionate.

Give.

Listen.

Empathize.

Let go of your ego for a minute. 

You’ll be surprised at how light you feel afterward.

ugh sarah ilysm i want to broadcast all your words into the world

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