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lesbanian --> lebs1an
all my haters become tomaters in my lovely summer garden
Reblog to cast heal on prev
i think that soy sauce fish and honey bear must be the very very best of friends
look at them. look at them!!! i bet they have tea parties together when the spice cabinet is closed.
buddies!!
TUNE
Arctic National Wildlife Refuge photographed by Acacia Johnson
Jenny Holzer, Black Book Posters, 1979
David Hockney - The boy hidden in a fish, 1969
where do people get energy from
a world without trans people has never existed and never will 🌎 ✨
the bus is never going to come because im a bad person
oh I'm so glad nobody knows I'm a sick little freak
People love natives in such a superficial way. People wanna stand with natives when we’re talking about the trees, and the land. People wanna stand with natives when we talk about philosophies of love and togetherness. But as soon as it’s time to talk about political side of being native. About dismantling a system built on the genocide of our people. About how we need a new system that isn’t built upon capital gain and benefitting white bodies. About putting up a fight. About how the colonial state we reside in is a disgusting imperial plague on this land. Suddenly y’all don’t wanna talk native.
"They spent hundreds of years trying to assimilate my ancestors, trying to create indians like me, who could blend in, but now they don’t want me either. They can’t make up their minds.
They want buckskin and face paint, drumming, songs in languages they can’t understand recorded for them but with English subtitles, of course. They want educated, well spoken, but not too smart. Christian, well behaved, never question. They want to learn the history of the people, but not the ones that are here now, waving signs in their faces, asking them for clean drinking water, asking them why their women are going missing, asking them why their land is being ruined.
They want fantastical stories of Indians that used to roam this land. They want my culture behind glass in a museum.
But they don’t want me." -Shelby Lisk
Pavel Šimon, Vyšehrad v noci (1951) (Vyšehrad at Night)