February 2012
me: how was the roman empire cut in half
friend: idk
me: with a pair of caesars
a life of fragments: I'm getting infernally SICK... →
thegoddamazon:
Look, I’m going to explain this as clearly as possible.
The exercise was to teach white people/white passing people about the daily racism that POC face by putting them in a position to be discriminated against constantly. This was the point of the “A Class Divided” exercise.
so much joy it hurts: For What Binds Us, Jane... →
kathleenjoy:
There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup, nails rusting into the places they join, joints dovetailed on their own weight. The way things stay so solidly wherever they’ve been set down— and gravity,…
Fact: White students receive more scholarship... →
Do minority students get more than a fair share of college scholarships? That myth reared its head earlier this year after a Texas nonprofit, the Former Majority Association for Equality announced plans to give scholarships only to white males. The group claimed that white males are disadvantaged because they don’t “fit into certain categories or ethnic groups.” So Mark Kantrowitz, publisher...
Twitter poems
kathleenjoy:
1. how to be music how to harvest honey in the heart 2. being alive makes me nervous 3. Radiant time differences. Equatorial shimmering. Come across. 4. it’s not hard to be somewhere else when you’re not anywhere 5. cough up Illuminati in the sink 6. no matter how I ask, you only give me the uneasy answers
Ballet Slippers With Rebekka Jones
themousestache:
Foto: Delphine Diaw Diallo
Styling + Set Design: Rebekka Jones
Makeup: Sophie Ono
Model: Melinda & Adeline
“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light...”
– Hafiz of Persia (via lucifelle)
please
“the thing about love is that it accommodates who you are. so if you are lazy...”
– warsan shire
been thinking about this the past couple weeks..
(via miswritten)
sleepingintheforest:
When something hurts you don’t run away from it. Throw yourself into it. Do it again and again and again until you’re beyond feeling anything anymore, that’s when you know that you’ve won
hxcfairy:
Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats...
Post Apocalyptic Images of Japan →
so much joy it hurts: Among The Attributes of a... →
kathleenjoy:
Today began a dreamsicle made of dirt and up to us to pilot this sky’s specific dye lot. And why not? Our lives are six or seven people a lot, a couple dozen less so, and an even call it hundred lesser still. Today it’s the cinnamon blush of rust on a dumpster. It’s the city’s talc of salt and…
“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is...”
– leonard cohen (via shh-utlow)
so much joy it hurts: Translating Brecht by Franco... →
kathleenjoy:
All afternoon a thunderstorm hung on the rooftops, then broke, in lightning, in torrents. I stared at lines of cement, lines of glass with screams inside them, wounds mixed in and limbs, mine also, who have survived. Carefully, looking now at the bricks, embattled, now at the dry page, I…
i feel like i’m awakening to poetry again. words are starting to creep through my folded limbs and nestle against my heart, to stir it into trying to form symphonies that maybe one day will move a broken heart somewhere. perhaps if i breathe out into the window they will crystallize into lyrics and shatter into a small explosion of shards, each fragment a precise, wrought tool i’ll use...
