Constant Pain

People are the same everywhere…

I’m the type. Lots of relationships without reciprocity. Everything you give freely has no value, sadly.

For me it’s just black. Using Boost

Yes, let’s focus on that.

Other great source of plastics are synthetic fabrics. It releases a lot of micro particles in the water during washing and drying cycles.

Because if they embed an image to the article, it would distract you from all the ads that are between paragraphs.

The court is doing its job, X is not. Businesses should adhere to the country’s law. They can’t pick and choose what to obey or not obey and not expect to take the heat. Elon Musk’s decision to ignore the order was childish and only caused more harm to itself.

As a Brazilian, all I can say is “Oh no! Anyway…”

As someone who is not a US citizen, I can’t understand what it’s all about. How could someone tell the color of the person who is participating? For me, everybody is just the same, and I can only judge them for what they’re saying, not who they are.

1. Listen more to more Black people – and amplify their voices;

Isn’t it already done independently of the skin color of the person?

2. Post less – and think before you post

I can only guess this point is lacking context.

3. Call in, call out, and/or report anti-Blackness when you see it

I can’t say I have seen it, and I believe it happens a lot, so I guess people are reporting. That’s the better point of the list!

4. Support Black people and Black-led instances and projects

If the message is good and promotes equality, normal people gravitate to it. Racist people will not care regardless of this text.

5. Approach it intersectionally

What?

How is it like to have nothing going on in your life so you create a petition about emojis?

The fact that my wife washed her hair with hand soap before we got together, counterpoint this cartoon…

It very much needs to update its interface.

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Shelley’s Poetry and Prose (1977)

Because we live in hell now and a cape would cook us.