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It’s always the deepest cut that wakes you up into reality.
This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf (via books-n-quotes)
I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via help-n-quotes)
Happy Earth Month Everybody! This is a different take on Mother Earth, done for Design Action For Science in organization with the March For Science taking place nationwide tomorrow.
I try not to get political on this page but with recent detrimental changes to the administration, I think it’s important to continue a dialogue about environmental protection. I’m sure many of you will agree that we cannot be silent as forces work to march us backward in time, and away from a better future for everyone.
Fight for Science. Fight For Progress. Fight for a clean and safe Earth for all creatures.
you cannot leave and have me too i cannot exist in two places at once -when you ask if we can still be friends
Rupi Kaur, “the breaking” from milk and honey (via lick-my-lit)
Home by Warsan Shire
no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied
no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough
the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now i dont know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here
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I urge you to please notice when you are happy.
Kurt Vonnegut (via ironworthstriking)
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