I challenge someone to name a more pure force on this campus other than Kevin the Dog or the woman in Cafe Mac who always calls us sunshine and sweetie at lunch. She honestly makes my day 10x better.

I'm black and #stopwhitenoise makes me want to kms...

Get ready, next week is #punchwhitefascists week, where we will be focusing on the issue of punching white fascists through events and panels. This is part of our ongoing campaign to shut white people and conservatives the hell up. We will be coming to Wednesday classes and allowing people the opportunity to punch any conservatives we manage to round up on campus. The panel will simply be another opportunity to punch said conservatives. Remember though, if the conservative isn't white, we can't punch 'em. Only the white ones.

If your parents are paying your immense tuition, I don't want to hear your opinion on basically anything. You don't know anything until you've actually faced a fucking risk without a safety net. I don't care about your mental illnesses. I don't care about your gender/sexuality. I don't care about your religion. Hell, I don't care that much about your race if you're really a 1%er. If mommy and daddy can bail you out of trouble when life gets you down, you're voice is only drowning out the voices of people who've faced real danger, and I want to hear about their stories and their experiences, not yours, you egotistical sacks of shit. We can't focus on the real victims until you banker-daddy mfs shut up. It's not just the white folks who drown out the important voices (but it really would help if they shut up too). If you have a lot of money, chances are you have that money because your parents screwed someone, directly or indirectly, who needs it more than you. Your existence relies on the broken bodies of the less fortunate. I don't want to hear you. #StopWhiteNoise #ButDamnPleaseStopRichWhiningToo

just found out my crush is gonna be living on the same floor as me next year. So much for that

I ran into pretty severe anxiety and depression problems and it scared all my closest friends. Now, they don't even want anything to do with me. I'm confused, I'm hurt, and I need advice.

How do the people complaining about five minutes of silence, throwing around talk of "the irony of missing opportunities" not see the fucking irony of their own shitstorms? The fact that you can't handle five minutes of silence only proves that we need to have this in the first place.

I didn't hate poc until I came to mac