Fearlessly Authentic.

I want to be revolutionary. I want to change someone's world.

[vodkda]

[sunsetquotes]

“I was too young to know how to love her.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry; The Little Prince

[bnmxfld]

Zora Neale Hurston / Their Eyes Were Watching God

[kintay]

A poem, an exercise in omitting letters.

by Thomas Penny

[citizenshipandsocialjustice]

[calystarose]

Because treating people fairly often means treating them differently.

[aloneindarknes7]

This is something that I teach my students during the first week of school and they understand it. Eight year olds can understand this and all it costs is a box of band-aids.

I have each students pretend they got hurt and need a band-aid. Children love band-aids. I ask the first one where they are hurt. If he says his finger, I put the band-aid on his finger. Then I ask the second one where they are hurt. No matter what that child says, I put the band-aid on their finger exactly like the first child. I keep doing that through the whole class. No matter where they say their pretend injury is, I do the same thing I did with the first one.

After they all have band-aids in the same spot, I ask if that actually helped any of them other than the first child. I say, “Well, I helped all of you the same! You all have one band-aid!” And they’ll try to get me to understand that they were hurt somewhere else. I act like I’m just now understanding it. Then I explain, “There might be moments this year where some of you get different things because you need them differently, just like you needed a band-aid in a different spot.” 

If at any time any of my students ask why one student has a different assignment, or gets taken out of the class for a subject, or gets another teacher to come in and help them throughout the year, I remind my students of the band-aids they got at the start of the school year and they stop complaining. That’s why eight year olds can understand equity. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“We grow. It hurts at first.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Witch Burning,” c. October 1961

[hand]

Me forcing myself to save money and cook instead of eating out

[reality-escape-artist]

I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.

Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again)

[books-n-quotes]

Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games (via books-n-quotes)

[beautifulimpairment]

i went through one of the hardest and worst situations in my life without anyone by my side, so don’t you dare tell me i can’t do anything on my own.

[depressedandsuccessful]

me: *drops something*

me: *stares down at it in disappointment for a few seconds before picking it up*

[haleyincarnate]

Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts

[thelovejournals]

How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.

Charles Bukowski (via thelovejournals)

[flowury]

being in college is just talking about how busy you are to people and having them say how busy they are back to you

[moxis]

job interview: we need HAPPY, MOTIVATED people!!

my depressed ass:

[books-n-quotes]

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via books-n-quotes)

[hellish-daddy]