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in bloom

[muddyorchid]

Pay close attention to the music of your youth, our childhood is a simultaneous portal, half grief half joy. The balance of human nature.

How was I so simple? Are some of you born complex? Where did all the quiet go? Did I let my mind become overwhelmed, or did their promise of peace end at intention.

Did society plant a moss on my mind, develop a fresh porous desire, a healthy construct to spread on my surface? Was I taught to desire desire itself? How did I let them lead me astray?

The music of my teenagehood reflected my lacking, not by nature, but perception. The music of my youth was all knowing, lacking none. No ears but my own to embrace it.

It is still quiet. I am still youthful. Who’s to say I am not complete? The music of my youth dreamed a world I knew was real. I was there once and I can visit again.

Overgrown with yearning I am not. Happy with my greenery I am.

[futuremissingperson1]

only the right side of my earphones work, but, on rare occasions, and only for very special songs, the left side will revive it self, and in these moments i am reminded to treasure every moment and to hold it so close to my body because it will end, and the song will be lulled again, but for 46 seconds, the world is vivid, so vivd.

[stillnaomi]

Bolivians are 4 weeks into a general strike which has seen them shut down highways across the country, with union members manning the barricades. And now workers have seized control of an oil field in Santa Cruz, shutting down production. if you're wondering why 24 hour strikes and week long consumer boycotts don't achieve anything, it's because they don't put any actual pressure on capital. the Bolivians are showing us how to inflict sustained losses on business. it's still a long way from taking political control out of the hands of capitalists and putting into the workers, but it's how you actually operate if you want to win concessions. in fact, their state has already offered concessions but the workers and peasants are demanding more

[photoarchive]

Eduardo Hernández Santos, selection from A propósito, las flores, 2000

[muddyorchid]

I am so shadowed now. my petal pattern is missing and all that lies is a reflection. hot summer ground. drained purple veins. my elongated form and fresh buds. I will never forget this summer when all I was died.

[askebos]

“Stop thinking about saving your fragile face. Tell us your particularized world. Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp. We will not blame you if your words go down in flames and nothing is left but the raw-scald. We will not blame you if, with the reticence of a surgeon’s hands, your words suture only the red places where blood might flow. We will not blame you because we know you can never do it properly: once and for all. Passion is never enough. Talent is never enough. Skill is never enough. But try. For our sake and yours. So. Forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul. You, so blessed with occasional blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

— Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993

[segamascott]

[guerillas-of-history]

Two Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC- EP) guerrillas enjoy ice cream during a gathering near San Vicente del Caguan, Colombia, 2001.

(Photo credit: Paul Smith)

[muddyorchid]

my favorite animals are as follows…hummingbirds, bats and monkeys. I <3 them!!!!!!!

[guerillas-of-history]

A Palestinian youth serves tea to fighters after a gunfight at the israeli outpost in the West Bank village of al-Khader, outside Bethlehem, February 25 ,2002.

(Photo credit: Musa Al-Shaer/AFP)

[muddyorchid]

For the first moment since childhood I have experienced pure incandescence. A friend of mine was traveling around my fathers birthplace, mind you this is a country I have never had the opportunity to visit, and her perspective, her beautiful capture of this land struck my heart; my people, their courageous colors and kind spirit, a great lightning bolt at landed at my feet and a thousand miles of ancient purpose filled my soul!

These internet visuals led to intense yearning. I yearn for this país y los amigos por la futura. Un pueblo que mi corazón recuerda. Un gran sueño que tengo es aprender español. Life is long, and I will visit this place one day. Until then, this orquídea will rest in the mud.

[muddyorchid]

More than this. God made more than just this.

[godkissedme]

karen elson by alexei hay for dutch magazine

[godkissedme]

eagle huntress zamonbol / hannah reyes morales

[randomastroblog]

The reason I always try to tell people in my life about astrology is because I wish they could see how I’m trying to help them from a different angle. But they just don’t get it. They think I’m geeked

[guerillas-of-history]

Palestinian fighters take aim during an israeli incursion in the West Bank City of Bethlehem, October 23, 2001.

(Photo credit: Awad Awad/AFP)

[myhairfeelsnice]

Went to Hilma af Klint at grand palais and still daydreaming about it

[muddyorchid]

god is so fuckin real