Malcolm X / El Hajj Malik el-Shabazz (May 19, 1925 – February 21, 1965)
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Malcolm X / El Hajj Malik el-Shabazz (May 19, 1925 – February 21, 1965)
September is a softer month. One in which I know that good things are coming and Autumn’s in the air where I can feel the kindness of it in my soul.
A breakdown of what's happening in Puerto Rico:
On Saturday July 14 the not for profit journalism group Center for Investigative Journalism released 900 pages were released of private conversations between the current governor or Puerto Rico, Ricardo Rosselló and others from his party.
In the chat group were Luis Rivera Marín, Rosselló’s secretary of state; Christian Sobrino, who held a series of important economic posts; Carlos Bermúdez, a one-time communications aide; Edwin Miranda, a communications consultant; Interior Secretary Ricardo Llerandi; Public Affairs Secretary Anthony Maceira and Elías Sánchez, one-time representative to the board overseeing Puerto Rico’s bankruptcy.
These 900 pages revealed that they had been running a smear campaign against the opposition. That he had threatened to set the police on journalists and to set up a troll network against any opposition or critics even going so far on commenting on wishing the death of Carmen Yulín Cruz the mayor or San Juan. Homophobic, racist and sexist comments.
Even more horrific was how they mocked the dead who had passed after hurricane Maria. A natural phenomenon that devestated the island. How they held back efforts to help to use the hysteria as leverage.
Prior to this was the arrest of two senior administration officials (also part of Ricardos party) who were arrested and charged with fraud. abusing federal work contracts from the Department of Education and the Health Insurance Administration (ASES).
Puerto Ricans are currently protesting and taking to the streets both on the island and in the States. Police have already gotten violent with protestors and a member of Ricardos party stated that more force would be taken.
Ricardo has released a statement saying that he refuses to resign from office. Puerto Rico will be holding another massive protest on July 17th.
Keep putting pressure on este sapingo cabron and keep Puerto Rico and its people in your thoughts. Fuerza y a la lucha mi gente!
Sade Sunday
“Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis.
If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying ‘And then I shall have wings and antennae,’ there will never be a butterfly.
The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvelous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.”
Alejandro Jodorowsky
life cleansing tips:
- delete conversations between people you no longer talk to. its healthy to let go of the past and not letting yourself dwell on things.
- say kind things about people you like. say good things about yourself. don’t speak or think about people you don’t like.
- look in mirrors. you shouldn’t be afraid of facing yourself.
- clean sheets make clean sleep make clean minds
- allow yourself time to feel and grow. don’t be too hard on yourself for crying, you need to vent in order to move on to better times. even rainy days work towards sunny days.
- if things don’t work out, stop forcing them. there’s no reason for you to keep working and failing if there’s other places/people for you to excel and be happy.
- kiss your body, caress your body. make yourself feel loved.
- running away doesn’t always solve everything. sometimes, the reason that made you run will still be with you. focus on freeing yourself before starting anew.
- a glass of water and a good nights rest can go a long way
Vincy Native. 🇻🇨
dating someone with a mental illness isn’t cute. it isn’t endearing. my depression doesn’t look like listening to your heartbeat before i fall asleep. my anxiety doesn’t look like holding your hand. my obsessive-compulsive disorder doesn’t look like writing your name a million times across notebooks. my post-traumatic stress disorder doesn’t look like screaming your name. my mental illness looks like asking you if you love me fifteen times a day and not believing you a single one of those times, and not because i’m “just looking for attention” but because i really. sincerely. cannot believe you. my mental illness looks like bringing up an argument from weeks ago because i can’t get over it, because i still lie awake letting it eat me alive. my mental illness looks like not showering for three days, hair matted to my face, not responding to your text messages because i don’t know what to say; there’s no excuse for all of this pain. my mental illness doesn’t look like me, because dating someone with a mental illness isn’t dating just one person. it’s dating a person and their mental illness, too. you know, mental illness changes people. sometimes it turns them into people they don’t know. they say and do things they can’t explain. if you’re ignorant, you can ignore their apologies, brush them off, say there’s no way depression can make someone complete and utterly lash out, but 1. yes it can. 2. mental illness isn’t just depression and anxiety. it’s borderline personality disorder. bipolar disorder. schizophrenia. dissociative amnesia. anorexia. it’s things you can’t pinpoint, things you don’t know about; it affects everyone differently. and it’s real. and we didn’t choose this. we could never choose this, even if we wanted to, and we’d never, ever want to. and it might look like looking for attention to you. it might look like not trying hard enough. but it’s real to me, when i’m smearing my own blood across my skin. when i’m making impulsive decisions. when i’m ruining every relationship i’ve ever been in. and it hurts to hear that i’m not doing well enough for your comfort when i’m going to therapist appointments and changing medications every month. because you love when i need you, when i tell you i can’t get by without you, when i truly believe that i need saving or i might end it all tonight. you love being the hero, but you hate when there’s nothing you can do, and i’m sorry but sometimes it will seem impossible to get through to me, to make me believe that i deserve to be breathing. and i’ve met so many boys who have given up. who have ignored my cries. who think, “okay, well it’s not like you’re going to die.” when they realize they can’t save me, they stop trying. they pick a love that’s easier to deal with. a love that isn’t unpredictable. a love that isn’t a love triangle between them, me, and my mental illness. everything i was afraid of comes true, and my mental illness grows stronger every time that it does. sometimes it overpowers me. but i am more than the “crazy” label you place on my forehead when my mental illness isn’t abiding to your standards. i am more than the “cute” label you claim when it is. i am more than the way i am silenced, the way people don’t often try to understand, the way mental illness is perceived as something general when it’s case-by-case. my mental illness looks like love, the purest love i’ve ever known. it looks like doing more for others than i do for myself. it looks like bearing my soul to you and hoping you don’t get sick of me. my mental illness is brave. it is so brave, and i don’t need saving. i just hope you try to understand and stick by me.
dating someone with a mental illness / @scarredconversations (via scarredconversations)
When white people wear dreads, it bothers the hell out of me. This is mainly why.
This is my hair after I left it alone for two days. No, I wasn’t being dirty. It’s not healthy to wash your hair every single day.
Just two days, and my hair naturally started turning into dreadlocks. If I left it alone for 3 days they would have started fully forming.
This is what boggles so much about people whose hair doesn’t do this. Who literally have to see someone to put their hair in dreads or go weeks, months without washing it in the hopes dreadlocks would form. You’re destroying your hair. You need to wash it.
This is healthy, CLEAN hair that naturally forms into dreadlocks.
Why do you want to appropriate something so bad that you have to destroy your natural hair for it? Why do you feel so entitled to take something like this, so beautiful and so specific to us, and make it your own in the most unnatural way?
Stop appropriating something so natural to us.
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