20 8 / 2014

brb tumblr, going to Los Angeles tomorrow morning

15 8 / 2014

14 8 / 2014

It’s hard to feel anything but aching anger when thinking about Ferguson, Missouri. When reading about the violent police responses online. When watching the mischaracterized and racist news reports. When looking at photos of Baghdad-ready officers wielding military-grade weaponry shipped in from the Green Zone.

It’s hard to feel anything but aching anger when thinking about Michael Brown and how his life was pointlessly, stupidly cut short.

It’s hard to feel anything but aching anger when thinking about the hundreds of other citizens—civilians, neighbors, humans—who have met similar fates at the hands of an out-of-control police establishment.

It’s hard to feel anything but aching anger when thinking about the millions more who watch this insanity unfold and who know, who know, that this is how the rest of their lives will be, regardless of how they choose to live, all because of the color of their skin.

It’s hard to feel anything but aching anger when thinking about the unfair. racist, bigoted, militarized, neolithic state of the United States.

My country, ‘tis of thee. Of thee I sing.

11 8 / 2014

sexymnymphos:

Yeah, we went to school together. He wasn’t the best student, but he managed alright. One time he started crying in front of the whole class. He hadn’t done his homework because some fucking thing with his parents, they’d gotten into a fight or something, so the teacher gave him a break. He was…

09 8 / 2014

"Magic, Quentin discovered, wasn’t romantic at all. It was grim and repetitive and deceptive."

Lev Grossman, The Magicians

08 8 / 2014

eliz:

Have an epic weekend 

This is the way the weekend looks in my head every goddamn Friday.

eliz:

Have an epic weekend 

This is the way the weekend looks in my head every goddamn Friday.

08 8 / 2014

I’m afraid those I know but haven’t met might die, and I’ll never realize it. I’ll think they’ve just disappeared.

08 8 / 2014

"Where we in the West believe that our true selves, our unsullied psyches, the secret cores of our being, are buried deep beneath our façades, hidden from others, hidden sometimes even from ourselves, the islanders believe that their true selves are written on their skin, on every point and place where one human being connects to another."

Jill Ciment, The Tattoo Artist (via merryburningparty)

05 8 / 2014

"People who are placed on pedestals are expected to pose, perfectly. Then they get knocked off when they fuck it up. I regularly fuck it up. Consider me already knocked off."

Roxane Gay, from the introduction to Bad Feminist

04 8 / 2014

"He knew not only how to skin an animal and how to irrigate a field but also how to forgive a room for its ugliness."

Edan Lepucki, California

04 8 / 2014

04 8 / 2014

estufar:

An actual headline from The New York Times in 1919 

estufar:

An actual headline from The New York Times in 1919 

(via naphypelabs)

04 8 / 2014

Word, dude. Knowing Powell, I can hazard a guess that he was probably/possibly taking the piss out of the situation. So to speak. He also might have been completely serious. He’s a strange dude.

Word, dude. Knowing Powell, I can hazard a guess that he was probably/possibly taking the piss out of the situation. So to speak. He also might have been completely serious. He’s a strange dude.

04 8 / 2014

  • 1: What kind of hold does the past have on us?
  • 2: In trying to forget it, which is what we all try to do, we propel ourselves in a different way into the future.

03 8 / 2014

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Erasure poem from a comment on the CNN article What Obama can do about Ebola

Original comment is pasted below.

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