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“you are terrifying and strange and beautiful. something not everyone knows how to love.“ For Women Who Are Difficult To Love
All credit goes to Warsan Shire // Video & my sister for making it
Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via books-n-quotes)
better than words // one direction
I've lived a thousand lives. Every day I wake up and I am different. One day does not define me. One thing. One action. One period of my life. I am more than parts and bits and pieces. What a burden to know I can always be more. I am relentless, always moving, like the current. I am in awe every day in this country I've dreamed of for years, knowing I'll get there eventually but unsure of how. I dreamed and planned and charted places to visit. But the universe does not bend to my will. I change according to it. It's a reminder that everything good that's ever happened in my life happened because I changed, I found a different way, because I allowed myself one moment to feel helpless before I got back up again. This way of living feels lonely because I know they see me as selfish and self-serving and I've lost far too many people because I'm too stubborn to change. I try every year to be nicer than I was the year before, to think about others, to be closer to people, to be less selfish and to be a little closer to what people expect me to be. I'm not sure I can be. Because I saw the Greenland Sea, walked along a rift between continental plates during a snow storm, and woke up on a plane ride on the way to a country I've dreamed about for years to the wisps of the northern lights all on my own terms. I'm here now because I believed in myself and did not allow myself to be defined by mistakes. I've lived a thousand lives. Some were ordinary, some were wasted waiting for the sun to set and some lives, even for the briefest of moments, stopped time. I'll live the rest of my lives knowing that I could be less lonely if I wasn't so myself when I'm alone. And I'm okay with that.
Notes on building The Movement
If you aren’t an organizer, learn from those who do organizing on a grassroots level, learn from prison abolitionists, learn from indigenous people who have had to defend their land, learn from the Black Lives Matter movement, learn from NO DAPL Standing Rock water protectors, learn from activists and organizations who are and have been fighting revolutions in Latin America, Asia, Africa, the Middle East and Eastern Europe, who are resisting U.S. backed regime change, U.S. intervention, drone strikes on their homes and their people. Get involved on the most local level you can and offer generously. Your degree of humbleness and willingness to do menial tasks and uncredited behind-the-scenes work should increase in proportion to your privilege and your safety and your history of involvement in organizing. That is to say if you are able-bodied, if you have money, if you have resources, if you are seen as white, hetero, cis, if you have had the opportunity to develop your politics through theory rather than through forced violations against your body and your people, then take that backseat, offer a share of your resources to help organizers and activists travel and stay sheltered, protect and stand with communities you are not from, but do not take up space. Humbleness is what fuels a courageous fight that does not center you as savior.
Accept that you will always have more to learn. Foundational texts are fundamentally insufficient, though they are a starting point. There have been PoC activists, organizers, socialists, and anarchists who have long been drawing connections between the U.S. occupation and wars at home, and the U.S. occupation and wars abroad–the violence the U.S. continues to commit against its black, Latinx, API, and indigenous communities must be understood within the same framework of violence this country continues to commit in supporting Israeli terrorism against a free Palestinian state, or in obstructing Puerto Rican self-determination, not to mention the too-many-to-list times the U.S. led and backed violent regime changes all around the world, including but not limited to Honduras, Libya, Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Pakistan, Chile, Colombia, El Salvador, the Philippines, Nicaragua, Haiti, Vietnam, Cambodia, Korea, Myanmar, and Laos.
Know that the violation, ownership, entitlement and destruction to the gender non-conforming and women’s bodies is deeply connected to the legacies of slavery and genocide and to the continued invasion, colonization, and occupation of lands abroad–this is the vile extent and pervasiveness of rape culture. Know that a true critique and denouncement of capitalism can only come from those who do not trivialize the resistance to gentrification, to anti-blackness, to Orientalism, to Islamophobia. Know that sex work, like all work under brutal capitalism and white supremacy, must be decolonized, not legalized.
Stay away from white people who are the loudest about their Marxism, their willingness to smash a window, who speak first at community meetings, who do not shut up when their time is up, who seek glory through their politics but offer little tenderness in their relationships; but do stay close to black and brown folks who know what it is to use their bodies to resist death and degradation, who love without domination. We do not deserve to only know love while colonized. We do not deserve to only build families while occupied.
–Jenny Zhang, Against Extinction
Me before seeing Fantastic Beasts: I’m a Thunderbird? Uhhh that doesn’t seem to fit me at all. *Takes test a few more times* Still? I really don’t understand…
Me after seeing Fantastic Beasts: YES YES I’M FRANK HE IS MY SOUL HE IS MAJESTIC AND I AM HUMBLY BLESSED
Accurate
Me as a mother
Child: mum can you read me a bedtime story
Me: of course sweetie *leaves room to get book*
Me/: *walks back into the room holding all 7 of the Harry Potter books, the original screenplay of the cursed child and fbawtft, the tales of needle the bard, Quidditch throught the ages, fantastic beasts and where to find them, all of the dvds for Harry Potter, fantastic beasts and the movie about jk Rowling while wearing all my Harry Potter shirts layered on top of each other, my house scarf, Harry Potter socks and holding a tankard of butter beer and my wand with a time tuner dangling around my neck*
Me: mr and Mrs Dursley of number 4 privet dri-
Child: you haven't even opened the book
Me: I've memorised the first book
v smitten and v sorry for all of these wedding posts. (more to come !)
Love this.
the treat yo self scene in parks n rec is the worst thing that ever happened to my self control
Eventually
Currents came out last year when I thought my relationship with J wouldn’t survive the summer. We just grew to be two different people and we were growing apart. What perfect timing to experience an album about breaking up, changing and moving on.
I remember seeing them at Outside Lands last year after weeks of not knowing where we stood with each other and hearing Eventually live. And J looked at me and he knew I was thinking of calling it quits.
So he sang it a little differently to me.
Seeing them again after a year and I think we both looked at each other in the middle of the show and thought about that time we didn’t think we’d make it past growing apart.
And now.
Things are changing. We’re changing. And hopefully we change together.
I feel like I'm going back to a place constantly searching for a feeling. To get back into a moment. To travel back in time. I imagine the world stops until I'm there. But that's not the case. People grow, they move, they change. And I'm here stuck feeling like it could feel better if only it was different. It's not about better. It's just about different. I'm stuck between two places, never really ready to let go.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)
At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job. At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school. At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter. At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker. At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it.
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.
Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough.
You can do it. Whatever it is.
A cartoon by Drew Panckeri.
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