The Truth Is Out There

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[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

[ryanishka]

[criwes]

[nightlyquotes]

[atma-moon]

[beetnelson]

[1010ll]

[phoenix-ace]

I’ll say it before and I’ll say it again:

You cannot challenge racism, on this level, by being nice to and reaching out to white supremacists.  Their entire ideology revolves around dehumanizing us.  It just does. not. work.  

You cannot fight fascism by prioritizing the feelings of fascists and letting them think they’re safe around you.  You don’t “get them on your side”.  Because treating them kindly and respecting them, gives them your silent approval and access to those of you who are way more vulnerable than you are and who cannot afford to feel safe enough to “debate” with these monsters. 

Our humanity is not a question or a debate topic, and by giving these people a platform you legitimize their views and help spread them to a larger audience. 

[nido-is-sorry-4-everything-deac]

Then… How did it work for this guy?

[soyeahso]

They shot him in the fucking head.

[vintagepales2-blog]

[oldpainting]

Aubrey Vincent Beardsley (21 August 1872 – 16 March 1898) was an English illustrator and author. His drawings in black ink, influenced by the style of Japanese woodcuts, emphasized the grotesque, the decadent, and the erotic.

1 - The Rape of the Lock. The Savoy No. 2.

2 - La Dame Aux Camélias. The Yellow Book, Vol. III. Scanned from the book “Best Works of Aubrey Beardsley”.

3 - Frontispiece to Virgilius the Sorcerer, 1893.

[lostwordsspeak]

I could physically feel you losing interest in me. Our 3 a.m. conversations had turned into 3 minute chats. Everything was surface level, and it absolutely broke my heart because I wanted nothing more than to have you back in my life. I felt like screaming at you to just Speak to me, but I knew it was futile. Sometimes no matter how much two people want to make it work, it’s not meant to happen.

Losing a Friend Hurts so Much// a Excerpts From a Book I’ll Never Write (via lostwordsspeak)

[fxckinghxgs]

[thoughtsof-r]

i have never felt something so much in my life.

[untrusteveryone]

SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK

[oldpainting]

rorbye, martinus - S. Giovanni in Laterano, chiostro by Amber Tree

<br /><i>Via Flickr:</i> <br />Martinus Rørbye 1803-1848 Denemarken

Martinus Christian Wesseltoft Rørbye (17 May 1803 – 29 August 1848) was a Danish painter, known both for genre works and landscapes. He was a central figure of the Golden Age of Danish painting during the first half of the 19th century.

[astrolocherry]

☄️ light, let there be light, without a shadow of a doubt

[canwehaveapooldad]

Wake up, boy.