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we're not kids anymore.
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holy SHIT idk how this url was still available but I’m so happy I got it
“When Audre Lorde made that much quoted yet often misunderstood cautionary statement warning us that “the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house,” she was urging us to remember that we must engage in a process of visionary thinking that transcends the ways of knowing privileged by the oppressive powerful if we are to truly make revolutionary change. She was, in the deep structure of this statement, reminding us that it is easy for women and any exploited or oppressed group to become complicit in structures of domination, using power in ways that reinforce rather than challenge or change.”
— bell hooks in essay “feminist theory: a radical agenda" (via aishawarma)
it eats me alive.
time to go sit outside and write in my journal while I watch the sunset
hey guys reblog with what niche art genre you are
Jenny Holzer Living Series
Devil Horn Crystal Brass Knuckles by Debra Baxter (me)
- shaky hands and hollow voices (2017)
I fucking hate the direction that my health is pushing my life in, and I don’t have any solutions so I’m just stuck knowing I’ll still be living in this house next year.
ocean vuong, ‘daily bread’
[ID: “I build a life & tear it apart & the sun keeps shining.” end ID]
The last thing my child did was cry because he was scared. He held his arms higher, the way he does, the way he did, when he wanted to be held. The curves between my thumbs and forefingers throbbed violently. When the car ran him over, I did not look away. I saw what happened to my boy’s body. I saw everything, all of him, everywhere.
Roxane Gay, Break All The Way Down, Difficult Women.
We tasted like the whitest heat of a fire closest to the ground where most things burn.
Roxane Gay, from “Break All the Way Down,” Difficult Women (via lifeinpoetry)
anne carson, ‘plainwater’
[ID: “What are we made of but hunger and rage?” end ID]
Ghosthood