talking to myself about the demonic epstein revelations, the usually bery loud and tough good guys with guns, the state of things while training with myself
liberals, leftists, snowflakes, and queers, the terminally online insomniac woke, the rest of this won’t rhyme, but lend me your ears
listen up my little bitch babies
…you’re a lot tougher than anyone gives us credit, like most of us have struggled with depression and survived that, you think we’re gonna let some fuckin cop kill us? if someone’s gonna blow my brains out it’s gonna be ME bitch.
do not sell yourself short, the thing that makes you feel weak? the thing in your head that beats you up constantly, the heaviness of empathy which allows you to share the pain of your neighbor, be they on your street or the other side of the world, the agony which comes from your inability to numb to the presence of evil, this is what makes you so strong. this life of holding and resisting is what they call progressive overload. that’s literally how you get stronger. this is why you still can’t handle authority, the bootlickers of the world surrendered a long time ago because they believe “if you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em” is some kind of wisdom, this is the mindset of the abused protecting their abuser, a survival mechanism and my heart weeps for the pain i see these fellow humans in… but just because a baby is crying doesn’t mean you let it drive the car yknow? and you definitely don’t let an angry kid bring a gun to school no matter how mistreated he was or much pain he’s in.
my point is you didn’t go that way. you didn’t get practical about it you didn’t grow up you didn’t ever really go along to get along, you let the hurt of the world keep hurting you. and like goku in his weighted clothes, you have without realizing forged a backbone made of love. the willpower it takes to keep yourself paralyzed with feeling can just as easily become the willpower to move mountains. to change the world. to save it. be not afraid and remember:
there are more of us than there are of them.
there are more of us than there are of them.
there are more of us than there are of them.
it’s not comply or die.
it’s comply AND die.
i am really frustrated with the cycle of adhd/depression shit in my life dawg. i’m happy i could do this because the weight on the bar isn’t even the issue, all of my limbs feel like they’re a million pounds and i feel like “who cares?” about everything. i forget so easily that challenges make me feel good. fighting makes me feel good. i forget to conceive of myself as who i am: someone who doesn’t give up. i may be slow and my path may be erratic but i always arrive. i never stop trudging along. my blade is slow but it always cuts forward. tortoise sword. 🐢 🗡️
i had an idea for this caption but i can’t remember what i was idk man im feeling chill as hell over here all good oh yeah this was inspired by a debeers diamond ad trying to say they are sustainable lol incredible world i love it and you have to laugh actually you have to laugh
