Today in Solidarity (9.27.14): The Lost Voices campground since Mike Brown’s murder was ransacked by police… so petty. #staywoke #farfromover
Don’t know who the Lost Voices are yet? They’re the youth brigade on the frontlines of Ferguson, leading the fight for justice for Mike Brown. (Many of those tweets you see on my posts are from LV.) Yesterday, their campsite was raided without notice. These young leaders have been under constant attack from police since protests began, but yesterday was a clear intimidation move. Well guess what— Lost Voices will not be intimidated or stopped. Please make sure you’re showing them your love and support. Consider donating to their efforts today.
9:34 pm • 27 September 2014 • 20,255 notes
sometimes i am just completely amazed, completely in awe, that i am still here. that i am still watching all of this unfold. that i am still growing, still healing, still moving forward. that i have been all these people, had all these vices, and that there is something consistent within me, that is still here. that has experienced all these experiences. that learns from them, that grows from them.
once rare, now more often, i find myself standing completely in awe of everything around me. the sun dancing on the leaves this morning looked like the tree was shaking off glitter. brushing into a thorny raspberry bush feels like the plant grabbing on to me, nevermind the cuts and scrapes.
i am trying to let go. i am trying to let what happens happens. trying not to scream during traffic (except for when i’m in a bad mood and i am consciously and intentionally screaming). trying not to curse those who step in my way. trying to stay gentle and soft, and still say excuse me on the street.
i injured my wrist and after about 10 days of continuing to work out/stretch on said injured wrist, it has gotten worse. i am finally taking a break from putting any strain on my wrist. common sense, sure, but incredibly different to do. treating my body kindly is so hard. so many years of wanting it to just disappear. so many years of just wanting to disappear. so many years of pinching and pulling and sucking in. i still can’t accept the feeling of my stomach on my legs. i am trying to be grateful.
i am so amazed, so in awe, of the way my legs move when i run. how they got me to the nj transit on time from the subway, sprinting at full speed through penn station. i am so amazed at my ability to swallow food coming back up and say, no i will not spit this up. i am so amazed at how i am able to watch my father be a father to children that are not his own without completely puking everywhere from the irony. i am so amazed at my creativity, even though it rarely makes it out of my head into the material world.
i am trying to be confident in my abilities. i am trying to let the anxiety roll off of me, at least in part. i am trying to exist harmoniously with all that is around me.
i am swallowing the urge for revenge. i am trying not to deliberately hurt those who have hurt me. i am putting down the sword. my tongue is not as sharp as it once was, but it still has razor blade edges. i am trying to figure out what i want.
my heart has pieces in so many places. i left a piece of myself in that wildflower field in the vineyard, another piece in keebler’s eyes.
i can’t believe i am 22, that it is 2014, that i am still here. i am still here. i have exceeded my expectations for myself. all else from here is an added bonus.
all else is an added bonus.
9:33 pm • 27 September 2014 • 10 notes
live life like a plant. absorb the sunlight, listen to the birds, and root yourself. even when pieces of you wilt, continue to grow and thrive! drink lots of water and bloom into whatever you want to be!!
10:38 am • 23 September 2014 • 9,363 notes
Mexico City: Sex workers gather to commemorate their colleagues who were violently murdered, two days before the Day of the Dead festival.
10:35 am • 23 September 2014 • 87,745 notes
Jonathan Wills - Inky Space Spirals (Red, Green), 2014 Drawings: Ink on Paper
(Source: saatchiart.com, via 2headedsnake)
10:35 am • 23 September 2014 • 211 notes
We know why.
Don’t forget Charlie Sheen. He’s been arrested for domestic violence at least six times and shot a woman. With a gun. And he’s still got a career.
Sean Penn tied Madonna to a chair and beat her. Fuck him. Fuck all of them.
Ringo too I’m pretty sure
Phil Spector, although he’s now in jail for killing a lady he beat on Ronnie Spector for years and still got into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Jim Morrison tried to set fire to his girlfriend
I could go on.
The point isn’t that the men on the left don’t deserve everything bad they have coming to them. The point is where the fuck is all the outrage when the men on the right do it. So many of our pop culture heroes are abusers and nobody seems to care.
Like, even if we’re gonna stick to the NFL, Ben Roethlisberger patiently sat out his six game suspension for rape and continued on with his career with little outrage.
If we’re really going to care now about ostracizing perpetrators of domestic violence, we got a lotta slack to pick up.
white men are the most dangerous men on the planet do not let the media tell you otherwise
to the ~ new age hippies ~ remember that, as mentioned above, jim morrison and john lennon were domestic abuser pieces of shit <3 peace love and ~ whitewashed domestic abuse ~
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10:34 am • 23 September 2014 • 74,590 notes