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“Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.”
—
Daphne du Maurier
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
—
Lewis Carroll,
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via coral)
“We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
prehistoric burials make me really emotional because people go “it’s natural to only think of yourself to get ahead! people who don’t do anything shouldn’t be a part of society! back in caveman days they would have died!”
but there is archaeological proof that this is wrong. That even at our most “primitive” we cared about the well being of others.
like Shanindar 1. Shanindar 1 is a neanderthal from 35,000 to 45,000 years ago who was buried with many others in Shanindar Cave, Israel. At this point in time we had not yet developed settlements. Shanindar 1 was part of a nomadic hunter-gatherer group.
Shanindar 1 was severely disabled. From his skeleton we can gather the following
At a young age he had suffered a blow to the face which left him blind in one eye
He had significant hearing loss from birth deformities. One ear canal was completely blocked, while the other was only mostly blocked.
His right, and probably dominant, arm was withered, fractured, and the bottom half amputated.
He had a limp, possibly from a degenerative disease.
If you believe that it’s only natural to abandon the weak he should have been left to die instead of drain the group’s resources. Someone like that would have needed assistance for his entire life. He would have slowed the group down with his limp. His sensory impairments meant he would require help to spot and defend himself from predators. His arm meant he couldn’t hunt or build.
He lived well into his 40s. For a neanderthal of that era he would be considered old. His group decided that they would help him survive not because he brought anything to the group, but because he was still a person who mattered to them. Even at the end of his life he wasn’t abandoned; he was buried with dozens of others.
“I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.”
— Jeffrey McDaniel
how come no one talks about those days where your mental health just crashes down randomly and you start feeling ashamed of yourself because you were doing so good and now you feel like a complete failure because you can’t figure out where you went wrong.
“I want to write a novel about Silence,“ he said; “the things people don’t say.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
“I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via books-n-quotes)
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”
— Charles Bukowski
via vsco.co
Nevaeh now wears a scarf to cover several bald spots and her singed hair. She was left with first-degree burns, but it could have been worse according to Tanya Robinson, Nevaeh’s mother.
“The doctor told me her hairstyle saved her life,” Tanya recalled. “Had it been different, she might not be here.”
This isn’t the first time Nevaeh has experienced bullying. Two years ago, another student broke her thumb.
I’m walking into that school like
Hate crime. It should qualify as one.
Nevaeh is thirteen years old. This happened at Gompers School in the Philadelphia School District. The school district has not issued any comment, but y'all can make yours:
Samuel Gompers School
Address: 5701 Wynnefield Ave, Philadelphia, PA 19131
District: The School District of Philadelphia
Phone: (215) 581-5503
The School District of Philadelphia
Address: 440 N Broad St, Philadelphia, PA 19130
Phone: 215-400-4000
This happened October 25, 2018. This isn’t some random post that won’t die. It’s happening now. Call. Demand accountability and this be treated as a hate crime.
“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”
—
Nikita Gill
My girlfriend: *studiously doing her accounting homework, listening to instrumental music, very focused*
Me: *upside down in my desk chair* do you think stars have feelings