is this it

andie, unsure of much else

[chrishemsworht]

niamh’s halloween favourites →  Halloweentown (1998) dir. duwayne dunham

[blueboyluca]

Bob Ross gets it.

[artist-bazille]

Portrait of Auguste Renoir, 1867, Frederic Bazille

Size: 62x51 cm Medium: oil on canvas

[zongoh]

[semirevolutionairy]

Visit Original Link

[fnueral]

Visit Original Link

You, soft and only You, lost and lonely

You just like heaven.

[artist-magritte-deactivated2020]

The treachery of images (This is not a pipe), 1948, Rene Magritte

Medium: oil, canvas

[cubism-art]

Portrait of Mme. Matisse, 1913, Henri Matisse

[thenordroom]

Scandinavian apartment

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[artist-magritte-deactivated2020]

The victory, 1939, Rene Magritte

Size: 53.5x72.5 cm Medium: oil, canvas

[artist-bazille]

Self-Portrait at Saint-Saveur, 1868, Frederic Bazille

Medium: oil on panel

[ultraviolentangel-deactivated20]

Just because you did something wrong in the past doesn’t mean you can’t advocate against it now. It doesn’t make you a hypocrite. You just grew. Don’t let people use your past to invalidate your current mindset.

[myfairynuffstuff]

[fozzie]

little book to introduce kids to being trans. might finish if i have time

[jadehiggins-deactivated20160328]

[blogjadedculture-tmblr]

youtube.com/jadedculture // facebook.com/jadedcultureX

[theyearofthepoem]

The Revolutionaries

Can’t you see it?
 The pink and blue separation made shortly after your conception, 
The determining of “slow”, “average” and “gifted” given shortly after your first recital of the alphabet, as if intelligence wasn’t a fluid concept. 
 The subtle message of belief in someone else’s god in the pledge they force you to recite?
 The dress code that not only sexualizes little girls by shaming them for their bodies in weather appropriate clothing, 
but also individuality, by banning expression through appearance. 
“Look more like us” “Dress more like a girl” “Be a man"


Can’t you hear it? 
 The first voice of life that teaches; “you can be anything you want to be”, then the second voice that interrupts to say, “well, you can’t be; a superhero, a celebrity, a famous poet, BUT You can have any career you want”, and then the third voice that contradicts, “you can have any career you qualify for”
 But still there is no voice that asks you what it is that you want.


Can’t you feel it? 
The jagged teeth of society, shaving, carving, chipping away at the waist line of our daughters, making a mockery of our sons. 
Don’t you feel the stones being thrown at our brothers and sisters who have felt the same fear as “studies estimate that between 30-40% of LGBT youth have attempted suicide” 
These stones are carved from the same mountain of intolerance that bore the stones that have been thrown at people of color for decades. The same mountain that moves power drunk police to shoot first and ask questions later.


Can’t you see they’re still killing us? 
 They’re keeping you sick to sell you a cure. They’re increasing tuition to promote the elite who can afford a “luxury” such as education. They’re banking on your doubt, cashing checks from the account of your self worth.


Can’t you tell they’re still killing us? 
The voice of, “oh, be realistic.”? The screams of our fellow humans dying for just being what they are. 


Let’s drown that sound out. Before we kill ourselves off, sing of love, sing of faith, sing of equality, sing of acceptance. 
Howl until your lungs give out because sore throats have done some singing.


Can’t you tell they’re killing us? 


But don’t you know they can’t kill our ideas?