Two years—as playful, clever, loving and stubborn as ever 🖤 ➡️ swipe to see #CampfireJones doing his favorite thing 🎾 #adoptaversary (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Bh2a8A-XS/?igshid=p8ysmkmfi5i3

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
macklin celebrini has autism

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roma★
noise dept.
Mike Driver
KIROKAZE
d e v o n

Kaledo Art
almost home
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@alexandrahoey
Two years—as playful, clever, loving and stubborn as ever 🖤 ➡️ swipe to see #CampfireJones doing his favorite thing 🎾 #adoptaversary (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Bh2a8A-XS/?igshid=p8ysmkmfi5i3
Another orbit around the sun. Still finding the light despite the dark periods (wow inner work healing is tough). Very grateful to everything and everyone that brightens my life, especially this fella, @jakelloyd 💛. (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6kRrARje2_/?igshid=s7fe2n34m0tu
Best holiday season ever with this fella ❤️. Merry Christmas Eve 🎄. (at Las Vegas, Nevada)
"The opposite of a gun is wherever you point it." It's impossible to make sense of tragedy. Art comes the closest to doing so. I turn to poetry to find solace and to articulate my anger, and to remind myself of the good people still in the world despite the malicious ones. This line is from the powerful and relevant poem, "The Opposites Game" by Brendan Constantine. Read it. #vegas #guncontrol (at Los Angeles, California)
No matter if you're small or delicate, you'll always be wild and beautiful. 🐞🌱 (at Los Angeles, California)
"You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep spring from coming." 🌷 "Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera." - Pablo Neruda (at Los Angeles, California)
"Humanity • Constellations" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Luminosity united to form gods and beasts ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ inspiring souls to suture their fragments: the incarnation of yearn ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ by Alexandra Hoey (at Los Angeles, California)
An Open Letter to Trump Supporters and What Your Vote Means to Victims of Sexual Abuse
[Trigger Warning: The following discusses sexual assault]
Like many others, it’s challenging for me to discuss uncomfortable and personal subject matters publicly. I’m a poet, but poetry is different, as I can shroud my experiences in the abstract. However, today I posted publicly on Facebook about my feelings as a survivor of sexual assault, after receiving an upsetting email from a Trump supporting family member. I needed this family member to know what their vote means to me and to so many others. Now, to further empower myself and to help others who have endured abuse or are faced with hateful rhetoric of any kind, I want to share with you all the same letter I shared on Facebook.
Dear family member,
I must make you privy to parts of my life I wasn’t prepared to do yet. In your email, you denounce victims of all kinds, and support those who would never call themselves one.
Two years ago I was raped. I was raped by someone I knew, which complicated the situation. I remained silent. Why? Because nothing from past history in this world guaranteed that my side and my voice would be heard. Further, due to my upbringing with a mentally unstable and abusive parent, I had already learned the meaning of “staying quiet.” I became hopeless.
Imagine feeling like there is absolutely nowhere safe for you to go, and that the concept of trust is illusive. That is how I felt. Thanks to my PTSD, that is how I often still feel. And that is how countless others feel – and not just victims of abuse: millions of Americans of different race, gender identity, sexual orientation, and religion feel this way on a daily basis.
I know you would never have wished this violence for me, nor would you wish for the hopelessness I felt. Yet, half of the nation decided on Tuesday to elect a man who said, “Grab ‘em by the pussy. You can do anything.” A man many women have come out of silence against to share their own stories of his violence toward them. This is only one example of his inhumanity. Whether you intended to or not, you supported the hateful actions he has done, supports and promises still to do.
Your stance against victimhood perpetuates the very feelings I felt: that the situation was hopeless. That no one would believe me. That some may believe me and yet STILL be against me. Your stance suggests that people who have suffered and endured violence of any kind are weak.
But we are not, and I can no longer remain silent.
Your email suggests that words like victim, disenfranchised, marginalized and voiceless are buzzwords. I am a victim and a survivor. These words describe millions of people. We are not faceless; and to call these words buzzwords ignores and belittles my experience and the experience of countless others.
I share this letter publicly in hopes that if others share your viewpoint that I may somehow dissuade them from continuing down a road of hate. If this letter makes you uncomfortable: good. Magnify that feeling a thousand times and you may begin to feel as millions of people do.
To those who have been abused: we are in this together.
Our voices can and will be heard.
This quote is from Tracy Strauss, who wrote “A Topic Too Risky” for the Why We Write section of the Sept/Oct 2013 issue of Poets & Writers Magazine.
Trigger warning: Breakfast
Holy shit.
reasons why we don’t make fun of seemingly odd triggers
I sat here staring at that last panel for a solid minute, reading then reading again. This is just something else.
It's challenging to explain the complexities and nuances of PTSD. Items as seemingly innocuous as eggs (or for me, motorcycles and bath robes) can torment someone. Think twice before judging someone for feeling uncomfortable about something that seems innocent to you.
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Year of the Tiger
by Alexandra Hoey
Storms soak the tropics and pomelos
beguile tongues
We nest in a canopy
until engulfed
and lotus blossoms paint the water.
Made it to the top!
Yosemite National Park.
Wilderness
by Lorine Niedecker
You are the man You are my other country and I find it hard going
You are the prickly pear You are the sudden violent storm
the torrent to raise the river to float the wounded doe
"Nothing in this world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty [...] I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well."
Theodore Roosevelt
Allie Brosh, the creator of the beloved blog “Hyperbole and a Half" speaks to Terry Gross today about her struggle with depression:
I think there’s a common misconception that depression is about something or depression is sadness or some form of negativity. It can represent a sadness or a self-loathing, as the first half of my depression did. It sort of circled back on itself and made me dislike myself more because I was so sad and I didn’t know why and I felt like I needed a reason. … It took me a long time to figure out that something was broken on a fundamental level. There was no reason behind it; it was just the way things were.
Read more interview highlights or an excerpt from her book via the link above.
Image from “Depression Part Two" courtesy of Hyperbole and a Half
FULL INTERVIEW HERE
Not only is Allie Brosh a smart and funny writer, but she is also a courageous and insightful person. Listen to her moving interview with Terry Gross, especially if you have ever been depressed or know anyone who has.
Thank you, Allie Brosh, for being you.
Check out her blog, Hyperbole and a Half.
Her Reddit AMA is also a great read.
Summer jobs are often romantic; the time frame creates a perfect parenthesis. Chadwick’s, a local ice-cream parlor, was not. Hard and physical, the job consisted of stacking and wiping and scooping and lifting. I wasn’t sure yet that I wanted to be an actor.
This is as close as I'm going to get to an Amy Poehler memoir right now.