1. 14:40 17th Apr 2014

    Notes: 10597

    Reblogged from gtfothinspo

    aobatoppingnoiz:

    Im all for girls drawing and writing self indulgent bullshit, especially considering about 97% of the media around today is just men writing and drawing self indulgent bullshit

     
  2. 10:05 10th Apr 2014

    Notes: 11056

    Reblogged from craftastrophies

    Tags: poetry

    my problem is my mamma raised me far too nice
    to ever wish death on somebody, regardless of how much
    they’d harmed me so instead i’m compiling a list
    of odd karmatic punishments
    for the assholes of my existence like

    i hope the girl who ruined my senior year of high school
    by bullying the hope out of my bones
    has a bad hair day on every first date. i hope
    the words she said behind my back tangle around
    her head so when people meet her for the first time
    they can see how unkind
    she really is.

    my mother and my father were talking in public
    and a policeman asked her if she wanted the
    ‘dirty hispanic’ to leave her alone
    and i really hope that policeman goes home
    to heat that never works properly and that
    the cold makes his bones ache, i hope the
    warmth of my daddy’s sun never kisses
    the sweaty temples of men who use their
    position of power as an excuse to be racist

    the man who hit me until i bled from the
    corners of my mouth and who kissed me no matter
    how much i asked him to stop better constantly get
    his dick stuck in his zipper and i hope a large rash
    develops because of it because maybe being
    in constant pain will make him learn
    some empathy

    i want the teacher who told my friend joe
    ‘you can’t be a boy just because you say so’
    to spill overheated 99-cent coffee on her ironed skirt
    every other thursday, i hope it stains because
    her words never washed out of his ears either

    i hope the boy who broke my heart is
    doing well, because i’m doing well too, but i want
    the boy who broke my sister by promising forever
    when he really meant ‘just until you give me everything’
    to get a tattoo with a misspelling
    just because i think it would be funny
    since he was so afraid of commitment

    the man who told my friend to kill herself, just get it over
    should wake up to a leak in his roof
    that has no particular origin and constantly drips
    onto his face no matter where he moves his pillow to
    because maybe then he’ll have some idea about
    drowning

    i hope the people who told my brother
    he couldn’t succeed
    solely based on his disability
    constantly hit their heads when getting into the car,
    i want them to blink back little black dots
    and wonder what they’ve ever done wrong to deserve
    this and then i want them to see my brother’s company
    on a full-page spread because he’s twenty-four and
    making more money than they ever did

    my math teacher told me most girls are stupid
    with numbers and i hope his wife is funneling large
    sums of his money into an offshore account without
    him noticing while my english teacher told me
    he didn’t expect much because i’m not a native speaker
    so i really hope in class one day
    he unknowingly passes out one of my poems

    and i hope if you’ve been hurt, your life has
    turned around. keep your head up,
    square your shoulders, trust that
    the universe will find some way to sort things out. hold on
    until your heart mends. regardless of what happens,
    know that happiness
    is the best revenge.

    — I can’t wish true evil or true evil will come back to me but that doesn’t mean I want assholes to go around happy /// r.i.d | inkskinned (via inkskinned)
     
  3. 09:59

    Notes: 322751

    Reblogged from piebrarian

    Tags: spiders

    starfleetinginterest:

    what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent

     
  4. 09:57

    Notes: 2

    Reblogged from oxbloodruffin

    Tags: mending

    oxbloodruffin:

Stitched.

    oxbloodruffin:

    Stitched.

     
  5. 15:52 9th Apr 2014

    Notes: 145

    Reblogged from emilybooks

    Tags: lifepoetry

    image: Download

    elanormcinerney:

The Perforator God by Ariana Reines | Mercury | Emily Books (this poem also contains “Of cheese with a lion rampant.”)

    elanormcinerney:

    The Perforator God by Ariana Reines | Mercury | Emily Books

    (this poem also contains “Of cheese with a lion rampant.”)

     
  6. thepeoplesrecord:

    Ride for Freedom: An anti-deportation internationalist motorcade demonstration in NYC
    April 8, 2014

    A caravan of NYC activists –in solidarity with immigration resistance– rode in “Ride for Freedom: an Anti-deportation Internationalist motorcade”, to arrive to the Immigration and Costumes Enforcement Detention Facility at 182-22 150Avenue, Queens, NY for a noise demonstration on Sunday.

    The demo was a success, there were no arrests and we made our voices heard loud and clear against the cruelty of the prison complex and against the massive deportations taking place recently. The demonstration was also in solidarity with the hunger strikes: “This month alone, 1,000 immigrant detainees in Washington state launched a hunger strike against inhuman conditions and deportation. Demonstrators outside chained themselves together and blocked deportation busses bound for the border.”

    We were joined by class traitors such as: the riot police from the prison, the prison guards (who in their confusion and not knowing what to do started filming us, even though we were fully aware there is CCTV everywhere outside the prison in plane sight.) There was also a white van apparently used for prison transport, a few cop cars and a police van to carry arrestees.

    This is the call for the noise demo:

    “Immigrants across the country are standing up. This month alone, 1,000 immigrant detainees in Washington State launched a hunger strike against inhuman conditions and deportation. Demonstrators outside chained themselves together and blocked deportation busses bound for the border. In San Diego, 150 previously deported Mexican immigrants re-crossed the U.S-Mexico border to rejoin their families in an act of civil disobedience. And in Texas, immigrant detainees have declared a second hunger strike against detention and deportation.

    In New York City, the American Dream remains a nightmare. After crossing militarized borders, immigrants arrive to find only brutal exploitation, racist cops, cruel bosses, and dilapidated housing. The state government refuses to provide financial aid for undocumented college students, robbing immigrant youth of a future.

    Against these obscenities, the recent wave of immigrant resistance offers hope to everyone who is poor, exploited, policed or incarcerated. Stand with the rebels in Washington, California and Texas! Together we can demolish every jail and every border, and share the wealth and freedom that belongs to us all.”

    Source

     
  7. 07:11

    Notes: 201188

    Reblogged from djackmanson

    Tags: humoursexismyes

     
  8. 11:34 8th Apr 2014

    Notes: 134359

    Reblogged from kathleenjoy

    Tags: love

    You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.
    — Junot Diaz, This is How you Lose Her (via mishproductions)
     
  9. 11:20

    Notes: 439

    Reblogged from gtfothinspo

    Tags: kindnesshealingpoetry

    i am returning to kindness
    a place where I am strong in my softness.
    i will start by kissing all of my scars and washing then in rain
    collecting dust from long journeys off
    my feet.
    the way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges.
    I will return to build crossing paths over waters that reminded me to be kind.
    — reminders to be kind - Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com (via tapiwamugabe)
     
  10. 22:06 6th Apr 2014

    Notes: 652

    Reblogged from medievalpoc

    Tags: academiaobjectivity

    When the student of a social or historical phenomenon belongs to the culture in which it occurs or occurred, the choice of position is determined by the necessity to take a stand: one is either for it or against or tries to be indifferent.

    However, even if the student does not belong to the culture that is being studied, the analysis will still bring to it value judgments that are accepted in the student ’ s own culture.

    The demand for detachment in such studies, often encountered in the literature, is in any case unsound. It expects of the scholars a split personality which would remove all personal perspective and engagement from their activities as students.

    This could only result in dull and mechanical and therefore meaningless analysis.

    In fact, it does not exist in practice. What exists, however, is a pretense at objectivity by students who often ignore the fact that their views are wholly determined and thus distorted by current consensus. Such were my considerations when I published a book about Roman frontier policy and imperialism in the East in 1990. It seemed to me only fair to say something about my personal perspective in thinking about the problems at hand. I thought a candid admission that I was intellectually and emotionally involved in the subject of my studies would show that I was aware of my limitations and tried to use my personal experience to advantage in my ruminations.

    I must admit that I found it surprising when a few critics, encouraged by this admission, used it against me and accused me of openly acknowledged bias in my views. It seemed to me then, and seems to me true today, that authors who are aware of their perspective have a better chance of delivering lucid analysis, than those who pretend that their experience in life plays no role in their work.