Freedom - Tumblr Posts
Freedom in a Cut... Challenge Yourself. #instacollage #selfie #freedom
This young lady earned the first place at her school’s #sciencefair #familywork #education #freedom #science #math #stem #theyarethefuture #2018
If you’re a permatriggered soft loser, almost everything in this picture will make you mad.
I assure you Men like him (and Me) do not give a FUCK
Pro tip for soft ass sheep:
Quit asking why he needs that.
Start asking why you don’t know how to handle it.
Then fucking learn.
Wake the fuck up.
The situation is currently so wild and messed up in my country, Iran.
The government wants ALL of the people to have strong faith in Islam. They force all the women to wear hijab, even if a woman isn’t even muslim.
We do not want this in our country!! Everyone should be free to choose what they want to wear, if they want to be muslim or not and if they want to wear hijab or not.
A couple of days ago, Mahsa Amini who was just a normal 22-year-old girl and was on vacation with her family got arrested, beaten and killed by the moral security police, just because she wasn’t wearing hijab.
If you see a young girl get murdered by some random person in the street, what do you do? Of course you go and tell the police. But now, in Iran, the policemen are the murderers who are killing some innocent people. WHERE CAN WE REPORT THEIR CRIMES???
Lots of people in Iran are demonstrating in different places now and we’re getting united against this unfair situation. But that’s not enough! Many people get killed by the police in these demonstrations and we can hear the sound of shotguns echoing in the streets.
You, the people who live in other countries that are safe enough, please be our voice! Please reblog my post or even share it on other platforms. Do whatever you can! Please don’t leave us alone. All we want is just freedom and justice.
Please be our voice 🙏🖤
Praying for all the victims of war🙏🙏🙏
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I wish you a life full of beauty, and that you find happiness wherever you are.💔💔🙏🙏💌
We did it!!! We finally did it! Hasina stepped down! She was forced to step down. All my Bangladeshi people forced her to step down. I'm so proud of my ethnicity. The students were so brave. My brothers and sisters you ARE Bangladesh.
And now Hasina is on the run. She escaped Bangladesh. But she knows, we know that she will have to look over her shoulder forever. She knows the crimes she did, the lives she took, the pain she inflicted on my people is unforgivable. She will never be at peace. May she die a death worse than her father.
Finally all my international friends who were supporting us to the end. I on behalf of all my Bangladeshi people thank you wholeheartedly. We will be forever grateful for your help. Thank you for being with us when the world wasn't.
I'm so so proud to be a Bangladeshi. It feels like 1971. The smell of victory is sweetest. We made history once again.
আমি গর্বিত নিজেকে বাংলাদেশী হিসেবে পরিচয় দিয়ে।🇧🇩👑✨
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
-Jack Kerouac
Dragon Ball Xenoverse 2
Cast me away to sea, let the wings of my soul fan out over the liquid bodies spread across the surface of the earth.
Cast me away to oblivion of the oceans' openness, that my heart may beat to the drum rolls of life without restraint.
Upon the shores stand ye merry kindred spirits, hollering from across the distance, extending over the little ripples and mighty waves, repeated calls of warnings and guidance to aid my being soar away from cages of imprisonment within the walls of human worries.
Bid me well, not farewell; for as kinspeople that we are, our souls are forever intertwined, and we'll never lose sight or touch of each other's spirit, no matter the distance.
Cast me away to see, and pray upon the winds that bring with me, tidings of hope and a whisper of the gracious magic of tomorrow.
Mt. Hood
Drew Moon
Freedom is in the wind,
in the restless flow and lack of restraint,
and in the way gusts brush against skin before slipping past.
Freedom is in the cool desert breeze after nightfall,
in the sand liberated of the ground in ripples,
and in the voices of coyotes carried for miles on the air.
Freedom is in the raging winds of a hurricane,
in the currents whipping around and through all that dares stand in the way,
hurling hail and rain, swifter than the bat of an eye.
Freedom is in the murmuring gusts twisting through the forest,
singing arias through willow branches,
and turning the fluttering of birch leaves into a lasting applause.
Freedom is in the howling of a winter’s blizzard,
in the phantom whispers writhing between the pines,
and in the relentless dance of snowflakes amongst the sky.
Freedom was never something for a land to claim,
unchanging and unmoving as land tends to be.
But rather for the open air and ethereality of the wind,
never tiring, never settling.
~ On Freedom
repression, and the guilt it causes when you're not with me - an annie x reader drabble
Feelings are easily ignored one would think, especially if the aggravator is locked away in a stone made of clear crystal. When you can see her but not touch her, talk to her but get no reply, overthinking sets in and guilt surrounding your relationship with Annie is embedded to to bone.
The stone floors all look the same. From room to room, the bumps and lines are all in the exact same place. Dents and crevasses paint a marble of patterns on the walls, almost identical to the room next to it, and the one opposite. Even if we move into a different room, they all look the same. The beaten, worn stone turns more battered the more you’re in the room. Like your mere presence is enough to make stone regret and cave into itself. Like your mere presence causes confident stone to pull away and retreat into dirt.
The guard that frequents this room pays attention to more than just her stone. She hears, she listens. Every word spoken is captured by the guard’s ear. She knows everything, she sees it too. Their watchful eyes burn into your back when you visit her. You can’t say more than simple ‘hellos’ and ‘I’ve been good’. Their sorrow glares and the glances full of regret and shame. Every movement shows what you really are. Every shift, every stance - it gives you away. Shows your true self to them and they can’t help but look away, filled with disgust. They ought to have you removed from her care.
All of the lingering feelings. All of the thoughts about her that never leave no matter how much you focus on other things. It all leads back to her. Your stupid Annie. So, you vowed to leave them in this room. You vowed to not think about her unless you were with her. You vowed to not smell her hair, to hear her laugh, to say her name. Unless you were with her.
Her lifeless expression seen under the stone never wavered. Her face never moved, not an inch. Her shoulders tense and her legs stiff. For even she knows what you are. You never hid it with her. Despite her mundane choice of words and her nonchalant attitude, the shame and guilt vanished in the moments you were with her. Those perpetual, repulsive thoughts seemingly disappeared when you were with her. She let you get it all out, “Repressing feelings is never a good thing”, she would say, to try and coax more feelings out of you. It’s ironic now. All that talk about being free and letting go, and she went and suppressed herself inside a stone. One that can’t be broken. At least she’s free from all of your guilt.
But the guilt and shame hunts you down. The knowledge of your moments together, all your hushed sighs and the rustled bed sheets, always found you. Like a poltergeist with a nasty attachment to you. It pushed doors open, the creaks reminding you of the bed bouncing. It opens windows and the wind blowing in howls like a subtle moan. You’ll never escape it.
And everyone knows. They see it clear as day. They whisper about you in the dining hall. They gossip and glare as you walk past, heading for the cold, dark room. Where else would you be? No other room holds your heart inside it. You follow the everlasting hallways to her room. The abstract patterns in the stone ways start to bend and form words. Even the walls know. They’ve seen everything. Every touch, every fuck, and every stare, even those not reciprocated. The words etched into the walls bore back at you. They scream, they holler, they shout. They’ve seen the guilt and heard every repressed thought of her. No act of reconciliation goes unnoticed. Every attempt to get her out of that god forsaken stone.
You come to the door, but it’s broken open, hinges barely holding onto the wall. The room sits empty, no guard to listen in on all your intimate and private moments with her. But where is she? Her stone lays shattered across the floor. The pieces scattered everywhere and the stone concrete floors are drenched in wet slime. The feeling disgusts you, it’s all too familiar for you to handle. Yet, she’s gone. But you mustn't think of where she could be. She isn’t with you anymore, so you cannot think of her. You vowed not to.
Down the hall, in yet another dull, gray room, shouts emerge and thuds vibrate the floor. You don’t bother to deal with that issue. You’re too preoccupied with the dilemma you face currently. For you are forever guilty without her. The room that encompassed your safety has vanished. Those repulsive thoughts flood back to you, clouding every corner of your mind. The shame can finally hunt you down and finish the job off. Footsteps come chasing towards you. They grow louder and louder as they inch closer. Finally, you’ll meet your end and be set free. A life without her is not one worth living. The walls spill out all of your secrets. The people gossip and whisper. The guilt grows louder.
Every inch of the building shakes. The walls, the floor, the door - everything. It rattles and rumbles. The walls finally start to crumble and break. The dirt seeps from the corners and the beams start to fall from the ceiling and crash onto the floor. You back out of the room. All your secrets being left in that room, setting you free. Freedom finds you, not guilt. The room has fallen and all your tainted vows fall with it. It’s all destroyed. You’re free to think. About her. About it all. Free to think about every touch, every fuck, and every reciprocated stare. And the smell of her hair, her laugh, and her name, Annie.
You hope, you dream that you get to be with her. To finally be free of the shackles you put yourself in. that room is no more and neither are your perpetual, repulsive thoughts. Simple eye contact is all you need. All the remnants of shame, guilt, and fear have since left you. You touch, you hold, you feel. She grabs you and you feel weightless. Her arms wrap around your neck and you two collapse to the floor. Her existence is enough to make you feel free.