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Mitski by Teddy Fitzhugh for Crack Magazine

#frickin love this person right here

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Sweet boy

There is something loud inside us both,

Something,

Fierce and big and gentle,

And sometimes im not poet enough to find the words for

This something.

It is somewhere in your eyelashes,

Tangled in the lines left on my skin after a nap,

Nestled gently in the valleys our skin can make

when we’re together.

#beautiful!#also it's Jonah! whatta guy

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. “This award-winning photograph was taken by (Owen Deutsch). in Fox Lake, IL and is a North American Nature Photography Association (NANPA) 2011 Top 10 Showcase Winner. This Bald Eagle was chasing the Great Blue Heron away from the eggs in her nest. It wasn’t trying to kill the Heron or she would have done so long before this once in a lifetime shot was captured.” #wildlife #Eagle #Heron #chasing

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It is 60 degrees out and raining hard. Raining like you cant hear anything but the drops and its matching up with the beating in my chest. The sky raining down a veil between me and everything around me. I am waiting for the bus and I am cold and all the business people around me are also waiting for the bus and they are also cold. A woman in a sweater that reminds me of sitting on the floor by the fire at my grandmas house eating cookies and she smiles soft and asks how my day is and i tell her “good - tired.” she says “Do you believe in God, honey?” I say “I dont know” proclaim it, really. I DONT KNOW. She says “so there is a part of you that does” and the rain is pouring and dripping down both of our faces and she hands me a pamphlet about “questions young people have about god” and the rain is making rivers down the street now and the sky is huge and loud and i say “i dont know if i believe in God G-O-D but the world is shouting at me from every corner every day saying i am alive i love you wake up wake up wake up and sometimes i listen”. It is raining a storm between us now and we have to yell but her eyes are kind and her voice gentle and she says “He is real, honey, and he loves you very, very much.” I want to say why He when and how and why was it ever He, why subject the most wonderful thing there is to the confines of the human existence God G-O-D like huge sky like tides moving like the wildflowers that grow in between two highways like a gazelle like the lioness that kills the gazelle like me like you. Instead i see the bus pulling up to the stop and i tell her “i have to go have a good one” i want to say “You somehow remind me of home and im tired and homesick. i love you” she says “god bless you” same thing i guess.

#the world is shouting!!

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Albino Alligator. Source

#god i want pretty plant tattoos so bad

in the pile of SHAME

In my class we have a worm day. If they promise to be gentle and not tug, they can hold one of those beautiful squiggly caretakers of dirt. The wonder they have for it is so real - and I say, did you know they have 5 hearts and love you with all of them. Then I say, “are you holding a boy worm or a girl worm” and they guess. They are all right, and they are all wrong, because worms are both. And I say that. I say, “they are just like people; sometimes not a boy or a girl but something in between, or sometimes they’re both on different days. And they still love you with all 5 hearts.”

“Cool,” says one kid. “I don’t want to be a boy, I want to be a girl sometimes.” And I say okay.

Children are taught fear. They are taught that the worms are gross. It isn’t until they’re a few years older than my class - up in 3rd or 4th grade - that they start shrieking at my little worm friends. They won’t play the silly games or sing the silly songs or even promise not to tug. A fourth grader hears my lesson about gender and says, “That’s so weird,” and suddenly I hear from the mouths of these beautiful children, “Yeah,” “this is weird,” “No, mine is a girl.”

It is not the 4th grader I blame. It is the person in her life that saw something beautiful and ruined it for her. It is the “put that down, it’s gross,” “you don’t want to get dirty” “there’s us and there’s them.” I want to show her - without the humble little blind noses of worms, we are nothing. We need them. Did you know if they grow a belt they’re over a year old! Spent tunnelling through the secrets of roots. I want to show her: it’s okay if tomorrow you feel like a boy or maybe something neither, something different that is entirely you.

But fear, once discovered, is not an easy stain to get out. We say, “What will we tell the children” and forget - the children already heard. They heard you snickering about the person down the street. They saw you talking to your friend about “those people”. And they internalize it, burrow it into them. We don’t tell the children, we model hatred until the children can’t hear you, can’t hear you declare, “do as I say, not as I do.”

Later the 4th grader goes home. “Ugh,” her mother says with a shudder, seeing my box, “I hate worms.”