[milfstalin]

it is not "the cycle of abuse" it is the structural oppression of children by their parents ☝️

[apocryphics]

keep making bids for connection . It’s literally how to stay alive. We are here to be with each other and everything else is beside the point.

[ohcaptains]

[cosmonautroger]

Moon, Mars, Pleiades

[voiceofaboud]

12,500 mothers in Gaza have been killed.

[voiceofaboud]

My mother is now dying because her treatment is being blocked from entering. Your donation is her only hope.

Chuffed – PayPal – Verified

[voiceofaboud]

I already lost my father. My younger siblings are still children. I can’t lose my mother too.

[voiceofaboud]

One donation a long time ago!!!

[martindykewood]

please help my friend aboud!

[oaktreegardengnome]

IF ANYONE CAN PLEASE DONATE OR REBLOG THIS POST TO HELP OUT ABOUD

[buseko]

“ I have to constantly re-identify myself to myself, reactivate my own standards, my own convictions about what I’m doing and why.”

[yesterdaysprint]

The Wageworker, Lincoln, Nebraska, September 13, 1907

[blignick]

[chantssecrets]

“One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.” - James Baldwin

[improvisedliturgy]

It is the responsibility of free men to trust and to celebrate what is constant—birth, struggle, and death are constant, and so is love, though we may not always think so—and to apprehend the nature of change, to be able and willing to change. I speak of change not on the surface but in the depths—change in the sense of renewal. But renewal becomes impossible if one supposes things to be constant that are not—safety, for example, or money, or power. One clings then to chimeras, by which one can only be betrayed, and the entire hope—the entire possibility—of freedom disappears.

James Baldwin, "Down at the Cross: Letter from a Region in My Mind" in The Fire Next Time

[improvisedliturgy]

Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace—not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.

James Baldwin, "Down at the Cross: Letter from a Region in My Mind" in The Fire Next Time

[orpheusdrinkinga40inadeathbasket]

This hospice has been built by charity. The names of the donors displayed for all to see. Charity has allowed the uncaring to appear to care, and is terrible for those dependent on it. Charity is big business. Well, we go along with this, so the rich and powerful who fucked us over once, fuck us over again, and get it both ways. We've always been mistreated. So if anyone gives us the slightest bit of attention, we overreact with our thanks.

—Derek Jarman, Blue (1993)

All of the Western nations have been caught in a lie, the lie of their pretended humanism. This means that their history has no moral justification, and that the West has no moral authority. “Vile as I am,” states one of the characters in Dostoevsky's The Idiot, “I don’t believe in the wagons that bring bread to humanity. For the wagons that bring bread to humanity may coldly exclude a considerable part of humanity from enjoying what is brought."

—James Baldwin, I Am Not Your Negro (2016)

[chantssecrets]

[ridiculousbirdfaces]

Here’s a Carolina Wren bathing on a leaf.

I hope she washes away the bad happenings in your day. 💕

[evilsanlang]

day barely even started and I already had to hear "thank you for being our wives, sisters, aunts" and "keep being women and giving birth and being delicate unlike us men" as compliments for international women's day

[evilsanlang]

here's to women being transgender childless dykes forever and ever and ever

[simena]

Richard Cartwright (detail)

[64mpg]

i’m always changing i’ve changed since yesterday i changed while i wrote this

[64mpg]

unfortunately this also applies to people and things around me that i want to stay the same but i will learn to love with an open hand