#misunderstood

INTJ: Cold-hearted anti-social psychopaths who are so smart they could rule the world and don’t care about you unless you can be used.

ENTJ:Triggered 101% percent of the time and will roast the f out of you. Don’t have feelings, don’t care about your feelings

ENTP: Genius with awesome ideas but is too lazy to do anything

INTP: Extremely logical and doesn’t understand the concept of ‘emotions’ also too lazy to do anything.

INFJ:Quiet masterminds that know everything about everyone but are too secretive to say anything

ENFJ: Manipulative masterminds that use you to gain what they want and don’t care about you

ENFP:Hyper-active, social butterfly, weirdo that is extremely dumb and has no deep or real thoughts

INFP: Hyper-emotional emo that takes everything personally and cries all day, every day

ISFP:Total geeks that take everything too seriously and can completely break apart because of the stupidest things

ESFP: Total party addicts that are not able to think about anything that isn’t parties and friends

ESTP:Total daredevils that are too insensitive to tolerate your feelings

ISTP: Risk-takers who just don’t give a shit about anything or anyone

ISTJ:Realists who are not able to have dreams, hopes, or not even have fun

ESTJ:Can’t think outside of the box and are not able to break rules

ESFJ:Social butterfly that is really dumb and superficial, doesn’t think about anything that isn’t friend-related

ISFJ:Shy weirdo that low-key cares about shit but is way too reserved to say anything

I’m sarcastic and a little odd. You have to understand that dms and me talking doesn’t mean exactly what I say… you have to ask yourself, “Is she fucking around?” “Is she saying that just because it popped into her head and it’s unrelated to anything previously mentioned!?” “Did she say this to see what my reaction will be?” Etc etc etc

“Is she being literal as a joke?” Example: subs as in sub sandwich as in yes I fucking know what a subscription is, but I might want a sub sandwich so I’ll talk about that instead bc it popped into my head.

Fuck memes and placation
I Need some real conversation
Fuck the streets and demonstrations
Been there felt like time wasting
Need some real legislation
Need to soul craft, need to combat opprayssion
Always a risk, contract power you hating
Rather be dead than afraid MLK
Claim innocence thats a crime get it straight
Screamin James Baldwin right out the gate
Screaming Jay Hawkins determined our fate
We all under a spell no genjutsu can break
Maybe it’s balance we need
Playing candy crush soaking in Adolph Reed
Getting crucified for my beliefs
We all wanna rush, criticize those who at ease
Say they ain’t do enough, I just need to do less
Complacency is still a threat
Work smarter not harder the gest
See past the headlines go straight for the chest
Never gonna hold my breathe
Never gonna hold my tongue
Each generation so young
Don’t know no better til the damage is done
Going to war with some grace
The risk of love is to hate

Lydia Deetz has always been one of my absolute favorite characters, but never have I related to her so much as I do in this moment.

my dear Serpents, do you know the feeling when u just feel like no one shares ur opinion and no one understands u? A true Slytherin is often misunderstood and it is kinda tough but remember that we are strong and determined. Focus on what inspires you to become the greatest Version of yourself, don’t Focus on the weak. 

It is not surprising that you are misunderstood. People in Nazareth did not understand Christ either. It must have been hard for the God-Man to be misunderstood. So, rejoice, because this experience will make you like your Beloved. These little sufferings are the hand of God, conforming you into the image of His Son, allowing you to share His loneliness, His suffering, His hidden pain.
–Catherine Doherty

“Help me understand you,” he says. “I don’t know what’s going through your mind.”

I wish you did. But I’m not willing to lay down my life for that. For the only way you could ever truly understand, is to cut me up into pieces, then take them one by one, and slide them underneath a microscope. I would beg you to look through the lens, but would you dare to wield the knife?

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jimdavidson:

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Siri Google Search How to know if you’re gay question mark

Oh my.

Jim

Goodness. How embarrassing! This was not supposed to post here. I’m not used to using Siri so I don’t know how this happened. However please note that this was me asking for a dear friend, not myself.

Harold.

I see! Mistakes happen to the best of us.

Best wishes to your friend during this hard time. I know I’ve been there!

Jim

I wrote a joke on the bathroom mirror in toothpaste.
It was about how there were four combs on the sink,
which I think is a remarkably high number of combs.

Who were you brushing?? I wrote
and drew a fictional animal with long hair.

My roommates came home and it was like christmas for me,
very proud of myself, lying in wait under the covers, listening.

I heard the mean one, Simon, tell his girlfriend,
There’s a snide note in there
about too much hair in the sink,
which was an incorrect reading of my joke.

This caused in me a panic so acute I fainted.

Luckily I was in bed already,
so this was not so different from falling asleep,
except for one potentially noteworthy difference,

which was I dreamt all night
that the men who’ve attacked me in this life (and will ever later)
were swimming through dark, thick water
towards my sleeping body.

I couldn’t move because my body was asleep and
I couldn’t hide because my body was glowing,
like a white ember/ridge of maggot/sliver of soap.

I could not turn
the damned light off!

The water glowed ’round me where I touched it.

Because of the glowing
I saw it was red,
thought,maybe this is not water…
thought,THIS IS BLOOD I AM SWIMMING IN,
and remembered

the time I drove to Washington, DC
with a girl named Carly who liked to lucid dream
and how in the car Carly told me she had met a shaman once
and that that shaman told her,

In a nightmare, Carly, if you are being chased,
turn around and walk right back towards the thing that is chasing you.
Only one of three things can happen: it will disappear,
it will change into something else, or you will wake up.

When I woke up
I was staring in the mirror,
looking at myself
through the toothpaste message.

Who were you brushing?? the mirror asked.

I reached out and began to smudge brushing??
until all it said was Who were you

Chessy Normile, Great Exodus, Great Wall, Great Party (Copper Canyon Press, 2020)