Where The Sidewalk Ends

what-is-this-i-dont-even:

undercoverterrorist:

weetz:

hellobabybird:

I wish I was an Indian.

YEAH I KINDA WISH SOMEONE HAD BEATEN YOU UNTIL YOU DIDN’T SPEAK YOUR MOTHER TONGUE ANYMORE. I WISH SOMEONE HAD RAPED YOU BECAUSE THEIR SKIN WAS LIGHTER THAN YOURS AND IT MADE YOU DISPOSABLE. I KINDA WISH YOU WERE TARGETTED EVERYDAY OF YOUR LIFE BY RACISM. I KINDA WISH YOU HAD BEEN SEQUESTERED IN A TERRITORY CALLED ‘A RESERVATION’ TO LIVE IN A SHACK THAT HAS NO PLUMBING. I KINDA WISH YOU HAD TO WATCH COUNTLESS MEMBERS OF YOUR FAMILY COMMIT SUICIDE OR SUFFER WITH ADDICTIONS. I WISH YOUR FAMILY WASN’T REALLY A FAMILY BECAUSE WHEN YOUR GRANDPARENTS WERE FORCED TO GO TO SCHOOLS WHERE CLERGYMEN BEAT AND SEXUALLY ABUSED THEM, THEY WERE REMOVED FROM THEIR TRADITIONAL FAMILY DYNAMIC WHICH RESULTED IN THE FRAGMENTED FUTURE GENERATIONS HAVING BACKWARDS CONCEPTS OF PARENTING SINCE THEIR GRANDPARENTS AND THEIR PARENTS WERE NEVER ACTUALLY PARENTED.

YEAH, I WISH YOU WERE ‘INDIAN’ TOO.

MAYBE THEN YOU WOULDN’T DO SHIT LIKE THIS.

*slow clap*

Got ‘em.

(Source: polaroidfigures)