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@tornbread
When the light fades on winter afternoons, I am accustomed to feeling sad, as if some will to adjust to the world were seeping out of me.
Anne Truitt, from a journal entry featured in “Turn: The Journal of an Artist,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Woman in the 1930’s going through an attitude adjustment program
via reddit
well if it isn’t me after all this time
talking to trump supporters
Have Yourself A Floor Day
She wanted to be extraordinary, to possess a savage glitter
Joy Williams, The Quick and the Dead (via kittyscherbatsky)
What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before Through the glass of my most battered dream: I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind And when it did it scattered a thousand seeds.
Andrea Gibson (via thetinhouse)
Persepolis
My Facebook wall
“I must make two honest confessions to you… First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.”
—Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “Letter from a Birmingham Jail
Pippa Garner
[B]eing ‘good’ at femininity for women can give you value, and to give up on femininity can be to risk losing value that one has accrued over time, which can be especially significant if one feels under-valued in other ways. To be invested in an attribute that is linked to one’s subordination is an effect of subordination: one’s value becomes dependent on how one lives up to that ideal, even if the ideal is what restricts possibilities for gendered subjects.
Sara Ahmed, The Cultural Politics of Emotion (189)
BEING ALIVE IS A MIRACLE
being alive is a miracle but it’s one of the shitty ones like when god made a rainbow appear after killing most of the planet. ironically, being alive is not like the miracle jesus performed in bringing lazarus back to life– dude got to experience existing and then not existing and then existing again which must have given him a stronger appreciation for being alive than the one he had the first time he was alive. the rest of us aren’t given that. we get rainbows. we get a windy day every now and then. we get sometimes waking up early enough to see a sunrise. occasionally we get our bodies to listen to us. we get these tiny moments of peace. we say “wow, what a miracle” when something finally goes right. we come to realize the true miracle of being alive lies in the moments when alive becomes a thing we can stand to be.
Years ago my friend M told me that she dreams in the third person. I found this unlikely, until I noticed that I often fantasize in the third person. Even my memories play back this way, as though I’ve been recording my life with a stealth external camera. There I am, in the scene, but here I am also, watching the scene; which one is me?
Elisa Gabbert
person: your fly is down my pet fly: life has lost its meaning for m
You know what i cant fuckin finish this joke its too god damn obvious. You know whats the real joke here? The american educational system
