quigonejinn:

#this is one of the most important events of my young life i’m so sure i cried when this happened   #stacker ‘not here 4 ur pity party of 1 bc i’m trying to save the WORLD’ pentecost   #stacker ‘pls chill with ur tragic backstory as an excuse bc trust son we’ve ALL got one’ pentecost   #stacker ‘how did i suddenly become everyone’s nanny’ pentecost   #stacker ‘i used to fight monsters as big as the empire state building and now i’m breaking up fights between   #insecure white boys who are both too interested in my daughter than i care to imagine’ pentecost (tags from emmanuellekunt)

quigonejinn:

#this is one of the most important events of my young life i’m so sure i cried when this happened   #stacker ‘not here 4 ur pity party of 1 bc i’m trying to save the WORLD’ pentecost   #stacker ‘pls chill with ur tragic backstory as an excuse bc trust son we’ve ALL got one’ pentecost   #stacker ‘how did i suddenly become everyone’s nanny’ pentecost   #stacker ‘i used to fight monsters as big as the empire state building and now i’m breaking up fights between   #insecure white boys who are both too interested in my daughter than i care to imagine’ pentecost (tags from emmanuellekunt)

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pacific rim

"

Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because:

☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm

☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again

☐ A dog looked at me

☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance

☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven

☐ Daylight savings time

☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?

☐ Girls are too pretty

☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted

☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen

"
- Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today  (via limb-of-satan)

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words

"

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

"
- For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics (via notagingeryet)

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words

shedskinbelight:

after they bury Michael Brown today

let us remember that the fight for justice is not over

please do not forget Ferguson

please keep Michael Brown on your mind, his family and friends in your hearts, and the city of Ferguson in your prayers

let us continue to stand in solidarity with our brothers and sisters fighting for justice & peace

(via minghella)

ferguson mike brown

"

When we write stories, and when we publish them, we are legitimizing the experiences of the people within the texts. We are telling the stories of cultures, and of humanity – but when there is no difference, the text becomes problematic instead of an illustration of human difference. Over and over and over again, “human” becomes very narrowly defined – “humans” become those who are white, who are straight, who are upper-middle class, who are able-bodied, who are cis. How are children supposed to learn to appreciate difference if they hardly recognize that it exists?

Furthermore, when we ask children of color and children of other diverse groups to always be sympathetic to the plights and existences of children of this very narrow population, we are denying them a certain level of personhood. What does it mean if their story is never told? Is it not worth telling? Is it less important? Are they less important?

"
- Why We Need Diverse Books via Because I Am A Woman (via becauseiamawoman)

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