Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead.
On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it.
In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern.
The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead.
It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost.
"It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive."
"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."
"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."
Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony.
People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin.
People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them.
You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.
Navigating in the darkness is hard
I think cishet people get angry when they are labeled as cishet because they aren’t used to having to be labeled. They are shocked and upset that an increasing amount of people no longer refer to cishet people as “normal,” because those people have realized that no sexual orientation or gender identity is the supreme normal way to be.
"Your dress is too short."
Thanks, the designer used your dick for inspiration.
These are just the right mix of douchy and nerdy I was looking for.
This made me cry so much. Louis is obviously taken by what the lady said about her daughter - I can’t even imagine how he felt. It’s almost like he doesn’t have any words to say to her after that. He cares so much and I hate it when people say he’s the worst member of the band - he truly gives me hope and inspiration.
yall are more concerned with louis crying over seeing poverty than the grandmother who has a dying daughter and has to raise her granddaughter in a poverty stricken place this is literally insane
perfect depiction of white saviors in media
(parody of freedom writers)
I LOVE THIS.
"With all due respect, I’m a white lady. I can do anything."
saying feminism is unnecessary because you don’t feel oppressed is like saying fire extinguishers are unnecessary because your house isn’t on fire
look at my sweet guns (x)