gpoy: gonna keep it weird today edition

i am v happy that i am sober nowadays more than am i drunk or high

SOMEONE PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT GRAD SCHOOL AND THE FUTURE I REALLY NEED A MENTOR OR SOMETHING

In a dream you found a way to survive and you were full of joy

I hope my lack of response to you indicates the amount of fucks I do not give.

visual-poetry:

“the beginning of the war will be secret” by jenny holzer

(via sylvides)

“Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.”

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

dishabillic:

Even the word superfluous is superfluous. I don’t have a desire for thoughts spoken louder than themselves. I like minimalism: using a word when it slips right out of your mouth and onto a sentence. English hasn’t been bending in my mouth correctly. It’s jaded and sharp against my tongue. It stains my teeth. The magic has evaporated; I don’t know who left the stove on for too long. I keep looking for honey like it’s the anti-septic my mind needs. Marmalade sounds soft in my mouth. Organic. I’m thinking about the way peaches bruise when you drop them and how mothers bruise a little when fed up, they yell at their children. Moms are peaches when you think you want ice cream. But sometimes, you want ice cream and a toothache- a bruise to remember that our skin carries our sugar. Bruises cry a lament for forgotten softness. 

A year later and this is still exactly how I feel. 

i want to feel something electric

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vitamere:

thecatblr:

horsiie:

smart people can get stressed out by school

smart people can get stressed out by school

smart people can get stressed out by school

  • smart people can get stressed out by school
  • smart people can get stressed out by school
  • smart people can get stressed out by school
  • SMART PEOPLE CAN BE STRESSED OUT BY SCHOOL

Smart people can become so stressed out by school that they dont care about grades anymore

Smart people can be so stressed out by school that their eyes start twitching and they would rather clean their kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom than sit down and write an essay and smart people can be so stressed out by school that they just break down crying sometimes because
the stress.

… I mean, so I’ve heard.

Hi.

I’ve got some damn bad intentions,
I see the world in twenty-five dimensions. 

I want this song on repeat, a bottle of Jack, and slow-close-stumble dancing-

tonight’s midnight summer cravings.

Q

Anonymous asked:

Can you or shuttersmiley please tell me why there is no such thing as racism against white people?

A

lookatthewords:

I have some questions for you, actually.

Are you systemically oppressed?

Do you have a history of genocide, enslavement and oppression which still actively leaks and informs your daily life and opportunities?

Is the worse discrimination you’ve experienced being called a cracker in the 6th grade?

Meanwhile;

Whoa, it does not stop

x

Racism against White people does not exist. Me calling you a cracker might hurt your feelings but it could never oppress you. Was never used to oppress you. Your history is being Oppressor, not the oppressed.

Meanwhile you calling me a racial slur only enforces the engraved white is right superiority that is literally seeped in everything, from beauty standards to a human value and innocence. All around the world.

You have a million and one links provided for you. Now go learn.

scandal-whipped:

Detroit activist slams reporter on air for misreporting reasons for water shutoff to thousands

OMG you all have to watch this.

She’s my HERO!

YES.