May 2012
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anchorage
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the desire to hold on to time as it passes, like trying to keep your grip on a rock in the middle of a river, feeling the weight of the current against your chest while your elders float on downstream, calling over the roar of the rapids, “Just let go—it’s okay—let go.”
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Off to see Paul Baribeautiful at Wayward. I didn’t expect to find myself but you can see the top of my old pixie cut and the sunglasses I lost yesterday when the camera turns to the right. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW.
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yes it is strange that everyone fucks and every-...
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White feminists:
split-the-coast:
When you discuss the wage gap, here are a few things to keep in mind:
Only white women make $0.77 to a man’s dollar.
Black women make about $0.68 to a man’s dollar.
Latina women make about $0.58 to a man’s dollar.
Intersectionality matters.
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April 2012
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elodieeye:
had a dream Enrique Iglesias was trying to pursue me on a rooftop
I woke up to this and couldn’t be happier.
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Some guys make it REALLY easy for me to remember...
didyoudrinkmygingerale:
Some guys make it REALLY hard for me to remember why I prefer men.
Some people make it really difficult for me to remember that human beings are more than a bunch of pragmatic walking genitals and contain complexities beyond gender that define them as individuals.
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If it is your dream, gracefully drown in student...
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-miroux
I just saw this!
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This is exactly how it happened.
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I Always think about you.
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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world...
– Mary Oliver, from “Wild Geese”
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Kat’s reaction to reading my text messages.
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I have everything I could ever wish for...
All I desire for my birthday is a drawing of me and Karl Marx awkwardly rollerskating together. I dreamt of this once and the musing image burns my tongue and leaves the taste of honey in my mouth each night. The colorless silence, as it were taken from Vertov himself, meshes with Karl’s thin bare legs while they creep from his short shorts. His beard flows in the wind as if he were leading...
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It’s not your fault
It’s my own fault
I’m not human at all
I have no heart
March 2012
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The mind always tries to break out of confinement. It has tried every sort of...
– William Carlos Williams, from a letter to John C. Thirlwall, 13 January 1955 (via proustitute)
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