Going to my blog that is strictly about the brazilian protests because nothing else matters right now and it feels weird blogging about other things sorry

dothebravething:

two weeks ago, facebook was about talking about other people, ‘stalking’ your crush and sharing nice pictures or sharing pictures of people and things you liked. Mostly, facebook was annoying because everyone was always trying to get attention. 

we started all so quiet, a little protest (there wasn’t so many people there, for all I know). TV and newspaper barely payed attention to those few who were fighting, they would say: “They are just vandals, destroying the city!!”. The protest got bigger and bigger, and last thursday, got the attention it needed. The (unprepared) police decided to shut up the protesters with rubber bullets and bombs of moral effect. 

One would think being threaten by the police would shut people up. It didn’t. The police’s brutality made us join. We decided we would fight. At least for our right to protest. For our rights to be respected. 

We grow up hearing our parents and teacher complain about the country. They would talk about how during the dictature people fought, how in 1992 the youth went to the streets and asked for the impeachment of the President (and won!). Everyday, we heard people saying there was nothing to do. “You’re not going to change anything. That’s how our country works.” I heard several times. We finally got sick of doing nothing and we stood up.

We don’t share ideologies. We don’t have political parties. We share a dream.

To live in a better country. With a good (public) education, with a decent (public) transportation, with public hospitals that don’t look like a war zone (with people laying on the floor, and with doctor seeing their patients die without doing nothing ‘because the government doesn’t give us enough money’)

In São Paulo, today, the bus fare got 20 cent cheaper. 

Who said we couldn’t make the government do what we wanted? Today we got the taste of winning a little bit. And we can not stop fighting now. 

We are already on Brazil’s history. We are forever the generation who got sick of waiting and decided to change the country. 

The winter is ending, and we are more than ready for Spring.

rabioheab:

it stresses me out so much when an album in my itunes doesn’t have cover art

• someone online: *calls me cute*
• me: *surprised*
• me: *wiggles awkwardly*
• me: *pulls hoodie drawstrings*
• me: *scrunches into down comforter*
• me: *blushes for ten minutes*
• me: *peeks out*
• me: no u

the-listening:

i cuss so much that sometimes i forget its actually bad and not everyone is comfortable with it