"I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees."
Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play” (via aworldofexperiences)
I wish you did, I would’ve stayed.
Thought aboot your friendship with m just now, in the shower - and am wont to believe (more and more, these days, the more I find out and piece together) I loved you more than anyone in class (save yi en) cares for you. I didn’t even feel for Sam the same way - he was easy to like. You are different, and the only one whom I have absolutely adored the crinkly eyelids, eager lips, qt face, icecream hair, hard torso, tiptoe height, comfortable shoulders of.
(Source: caveofhypnos, via whimp)
"I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that."
"I’m honestly not a bad person, my heart is in the right place; it’s just that my head isn’t."
mmm (made my morning)! ☺️☺️🌞
I am sitting in Lit lecture not really listening because I saw my leg bumping up and down and was wondering what was causing it and perhaps it was my heartbeat which I then moved my hand to feel it through my chest before I remembered I learnt to feel my own pulse from my wrist, and every beat coincided with each bump.
And then I began to realize my left knee can feel each pump in my right calf.
It is still bumping up & down. :)
So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….
Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!”
friendly reminder that studies have shown that white people do not empathize with Black people and we (including medical personel) also think Black people feel less pain
This is very angst-inducing
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.