words for friends

i'm a species and i'm going extinct

[nevver]

[pussy-strut]

another thing my shrink said was “they should just ask you out on a Fucking date” n I was like damn Leslie it’s true

[vitamin-deezy]

I said this exact thing!! It's so true like it's so simple but it's sooo hard

[lasmaracuyas]

[pussy-strut]

anyway now i’m still super pretty and i’m a scholar who loves god so w/e

[cnqmdi]

You are reminded daily or occasionally, but you are reminded nonetheless: you are “other.” To you, I declare that community is not passé. It is the foundation upon which we stand, no matter how post-modern, irreverent, or solitary our practices. Also, I propose that heritage and the history of those who came before you is not a burden, but a source of strength. Tribute, homage, and respect are not just generational mandates – it is how your foundation is continually fortified. Community is how artists survive perpetual historical amnesia at the hands of the gatekeepers of the canon from which we seek acceptance. I’m not going to lie to you. There are rewards for this amnesia – people will call you avant-garde or controversial, you don’t seem hindered by oppression, you aren’t didactic, you will gain access into places – alone – because you are one of the chosen ones who don’t challenge the institution. But you will be in the ivory tower, alone. We can explore such ideas as the post-black, the post-racial, and the post-feminist because our ancestors’ world was a world of firsts before the post. I appeal to you to acknowledge your influences, publicly and loudly. I implore you to do your research and cite your sources. I ask you to share. Do not be lulled by the open gate or window, and then close it behind you so no one else like you can enter. A sense of competition is bred into the art world that makes you feel like you will lose if you aren’t the chosen one. Especially to the radiant child and the wunderkind, I ask you to open your hands and release your anxiety.

Open Letter To My Fellow Young Artists And Scholars Who Work On The Margins - A Tribute to Terry Adkins i really needed to read this today, and maybe you did too (via killingdenouement)

[fuks]

!!

[duke-of-errl]

well that was unexpected

[fedswatching]

YOOOOOO

[m-eganelizabeth]

Is public school even real

[10111110100111110-deactivated20]

this is so tight

[hematomancer]

this video makes me smile especially when they hug at the end :)

[pussy-strut]

if he makes you feel further away from god

don’t fuck him

[ee7drip]

song, allen ginsberg

The weight of the world 

    is love. Under the burden     of solitude, under the burden     of dissatisfaction     the weight, the weight we carry     is love. Who can deny?     In dreams it touches     the body, in thought     constructs a miracle,     in imagination anguishes     till born in human– looks out of the heart     burning with purity– for the burden of life     is love, but we carry the weight     wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love     at last, must rest in the arms     of love. No rest     without love, no sleep     without dreams of love–     be mad or chill obsessed with angels     or machines, the final wish     is love –cannot be bitter,     cannot deny, cannot withhold     if denied: the weight is too heavy     –must give for no return     as thought is given     in solitude in all the excellence     of its excess. The warm bodies     shine together in the darkness,     the hand moves to the center     of the flesh, the skin trembles     in happiness and the soul comes     joyful to the eye– yes, yes,     that’s what I wanted,     I always wanted, I always wanted,     to return to the body     where I was born.                         San Jose, 1954

[vitamin-deezy]

My bro-iest middle school boyfriend who I haven't spoken to in 10+ years just favorited my tweet that says "someone propose to me I'm feeling left out... Jk"

[vitamin-deezy]

In the la guardia airport- news is covering charleston+flag+n**** constantly and everyone is watching- I sit with my back to the TV and watch faces. I feel so crazy, my heart races and hands shake, and I have all these feelings that are like, not the point, but my feelings are all I know how to talk about. I keep looking people in the eye really frankly as I walk past them, I have this fantasy that for an instant they feel what I feel

[theonion]

[swdyww-deactivated20210428]

Lmaoooo

[vitamin-deezy]

God I miss my year in charleston where the biggest daily challenge I faced was being high af and trying to keep it together during The Specials Recitation

[durgapolashi]

psychic > carefree

[titty5]

some stoner: do u wanna get high me, an intellectual: yes

[ninjabikeslut-deactivated201605]

First, there is no naturalized gendered body. All of our bodies are modified with regard to gender, whether we seek out surgery or take hormones or not. All of us engage in or have engaged in processes of gender body modification (diets, shaving, exercise regimes, clothing choices, vitamins, birth control. etc) that alter our bodies, just as we’ve all been subjected to gender related processes that altered our bodies (being fed differently because of our gender, being given or denied proper medical care because of our gender, using dangerous products that are on the market only because of their relationship to gender norms, etc). The isolating of only some of these processes for critique, while ignoring others, is a classic exercise in domination. To see trans body alteration as participating and furthering binary gender, to put trans people’s gender practices under a microscope while maintaining blindness to more familiar and traditional, but no less active and important gender practices of non-trans people, is exactly what the transphobic medical establishment has always done.

Dress to Kill, Fight to Win (via ninjabikeslut)

[killkylee-deactivated20150617]

All of which is to say: leaning against other texts, thinking with other minds, letting another person’s writing (or art, or being) haunt you, inhabit you, inspire you, bother you, quite thoroughly, isn’t just a means of spurring one to produce thoughts or books. It’s also a wager about how deeply intertwined our consciousnesses may be. It is to wonder (as Henry James did, in his late novels), whether consciousness exists between us, in the air, rather than within individual minds. The wild and productive gambit of “leaning against” is that we’re not really leaning against others, but against a great throbbing consciousness, a soup of soul and mind in which we all share, even if that sharing is characterized by dissensus or a mirage of separateness rather than a blurry unity.

Maggie Nelson (via killkylee)

[gerutha]

We have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it.

from Bluets by Maggie Nelson (via gerutha)

[pussy-strut]

i aint gotta do it but fuck it somebody gotta do it hate if someone else did it fuck i may as well do it damn!

is the most inspiring thing I have lately heard

remember drake when u are trying to find the words