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It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Angela Deuber - Family house, Thusis 2019. Via, photos © Schaub Stierli.
Lees verder
Brutality
Great for architecture, but not for people.
To be Trans, or not to be Trans
To be Trans, or not to be Trans: that is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind’s identification of self
To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous rumor,
Or to make war against the sea of troubling conjecture,
And by opposing, to end them? To live: to awaken
Once more; and by waking to say we begin anew
The heartaches and the uncounted sleepless nights
That flesh is heir to… To what? If not peace found within
Devoutly to be wish’d. To live, to awaken, to exist;
To be oneself: perchance to dream, to dare to achieve:
ay, there’s the rub;
For in that waking of new life what dreams may come
When we have cast off that mortal shell of former self,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That ends calamity of so long life lived in a fog, an illusion;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of the mob,
The oppressor’s wrong, the insulting language used,
The painful emotion of a despised life, the law’s delay,
The insolence of the many and the spurns
of those very few so beloved
To be Trans, or not to be Trans
To then live, or to remain, to surely slowly die?
Based upon Hamlet’s Soliloquy. To be, or not to be
This is a prayer for protection from those who wish you ill will.
Soften the hearts of those who despise me. Look and see,how they have compared me to ISIS now, to murderous thugs they compare me… Just for my existence they say I should be set apart; purged. My works, and deeds matter not to them. For their heads are full of lies, and their hearts devoid of love. They do not know me, yet they seek the end of me.
#IamTrans, yet I am human first, a child of God they once said. Please I pray to thee, soften the hearts of those who despise me.
Should be reblogged by everyone whether your transitioning or not.
The universe grows stars, planets, plants, and people.
Love is eternal and always present beneath and under the hate it is always found. Light is eternal and always present beneath and concealed by the shadow called darkness. Such is truth, which is a reality that never ceases to exist, yet is only is covered by the false; seen by too few.
To become kind and loving to your fellow human being is not special treatment, it is healthy human behavior.
Honor Them With Action
Love and honor your neighbor. Especially today, this day when 49 were lost to hate.
Rainbow Road
Daniel Mercadante has a slate of unique films under his belt, made in partnership with his wife Katina, as The Mercadantes, including Ball and Breathe. More recently, Daniel has been exploring the still image in a colorful series called Rainbow Road. Using long exposure photography and a custom built lighting rig covered in colored gels, the process of creating the images is surprisingly simple: the roads are created by Daniel running around with the lighting rig. No other post-production manipulation occurs, other than basic color and exposure balancing.
🏳️🌈❤️🏳️🌈
Nobody can tell your story except for you.
May we live happily without hatred even among those who hate 🏳️🌈#Pride
~BW
This is a prayer for protection from those who wish you ill will.
Soften the hearts of those who despise me. Look and see,how they have compared me to ISIS now, to murderous thugs they compare me… Just for my existence they say I should be set apart; purged. My works, and deeds matter not to them. For their heads are full of lies, and their hearts devoid of love. They do not know me, yet they seek the end of me.
#IamTrans, yet I am human first, a child of God they once said. Please I pray to thee, soften the hearts of those who despise me.
Should be reblogged by everyone whether your transitioning or not.
To be Trans, or not to be Trans
To be Trans, or not to be Trans: that is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind’s identification of self
To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous rumor,
Or to make war against the sea of troubling conjecture,
And by opposing, to end them? To live: to awaken
Once more; and by waking to say we begin anew
The heartaches and the uncounted sleepless nights
That flesh is heir to… To what? If not peace found within
Devoutly to be wish’d. To live, to awaken, to exist;
To be oneself: perchance to dream, to dare to achieve:
ay, there’s the rub;
For in that waking of new life what dreams may come
When we have cast off that mortal shell of former self,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That ends calamity of so long life lived in a fog, an illusion;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of the mob,
The oppressor’s wrong, the insulting language used,
The painful emotion of a despised life, the law’s delay,
The insolence of the many and the spurns
of those very few so beloved
To be Trans, or not to be Trans
To then live, or to remain, to surely slowly die?
Based upon Hamlet’s Soliloquy. To be, or not to be
This.
Schools yik yak was on point today👌👌
What is life if not irony and tragedy.
remember this whenever politicians start advertising themselves as “tough on crime” or start talking about a crime wave all of a sudden.
I know I don’t have a ton of followers, but just a reminder that there are currently prisoners striking in America over forced labor in the prison system, which is basically a firm of legal slavery.
The word “legal“ and the word “slavery“ can not exist togather except in a slave state. Look around you, who is your master? Who is in control of your thoughts and feelings? Who is in control of your life? If it’s not 100% you, it is absolutely someone else.