[sisteroutsiders]

A Litany for Survival: The Life and Work of Audre Lorde (1996) dir. by Ada Gay Griffin and Michelle Parkerson

[quillemons]

Steve in his bedroom in LA. This was the first time we met IRL. Wait jk no it wasnt! Lmaooooo! Afropunk 2016? First time!

[thesnobbyartsyblog]

[thiskindmind]

wow, this space. it's been so long since i've been here. feels foreign, different, but inviting and nostalgic at the same time. it's funny, reading back on all these posts. how much i wanted then...how much i want now. my hands are still so outstretched. my fingertips haven't met my palms, still.

[bleusunday]

[emotional-algebra]

Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. It comes from letting the world tickle your heart, your raw and beautiful heart. You are willing to open up, without resistance or shyness, and face the world. You are willing to share your heart with others.

Chogyam Trungpa  (via emotional-algebra)

[thchalamae]

when he left & after the call,

defeated

[sssharpened-deactivated20210318]

im sooooo fuckin in love with u

[keelayjams]

A bowl of salad in the seat of a wheelchair rolling down the street unassisted

[thetiniestufo]

life is fragile and beautiful

[niggazinmoscow]

It’s fucking prison camps holding 1,400 children. that’s fascism. 

[murphysmom67]

This is incredibly difficult to look at. I fear this will continue and he will commit even worse crimes against humanity. I believe the UN is sitting on June 27 to discuss the humanitarian aspects of Trumps decisions here.

[gatorfisch]

Glad to see major network coverage of this

[wheremyscalesslither]

So sorry that this isnt snakes but… wow.

[scrapbot13]

The quotes with his face are in Spanish as well as English. This is a reeducation center.

Remove children from parental influence, hold them long enough for them to captor-bond for survival, surround them with a new ideology 24/7. The youngest ones become blank slates, and the older ones wear down and adapt just to belong.

The next step would be to with hold all contact from their parents indefinitely. You could then punish them for speaking or learning their native tongue, and teach them domestic and hard labor skills and “employ” them outside of the camps to [insert synonym for “it builds character” here]. Since they aren’t actually citizens, minimum wage and labor laws don’t apply to them.

Ask the Native Americans and Austriallian Aboriginals how well this system works.

[note-a-bear]

I mean, this also literally happened with Mexican Americans (specifically thinking of Chicano and Tejano students in the mid 20th, but it certainly goes back further) in *general* public education too (arguably, it’s this behavior that led directly to current TOEFL/ELL programs in public schools, so make of that what you will)

[criteria-deactivated20190528]

Mmm but, I know what you like. Baby. Can I come over, come over? 

[weh-tun]

Visit Original Link

“You say I have another face

That’s not a fault of mine these days

I’m brutal, honest, and afraid of you.”

[isteiro]

Gemma Ward at Ralph Lauren A/W 2005 at NYFW

[justenoughisplenty]

Orangeland. Oranges ripen and blossoms perfume the air—both at the same time in the vast groves of Southern California.

National Geographic - January, 1962

[thiskindmind]

It is not the high summer alone that is God’s. The winter also is His. And into His winter He came to visit us. And all man’s winters are His - the winter of our poverty, the winter of our sorrow, the winter of our unhappiness - even ‘the winter of our discontent.

George MacDonald

[onlytwitterpics]

Rihanna’s impact

[worshipgifs]

Matthew 5:44

[emotional-algebra]

what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn’t know. was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave to you coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you refused to take your eyes off it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these once you left.

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (via emotional-algebra)