Truth-mobiles

children, by Lzi Jns- July 27, 2011

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:49:58 -0400

How do you explain

to your children that the

horrors of the world are real?

How will I tell my son, We

found a place you can call home but

your bus might not make it to school.

Do not look too Jewish in this part of town

Do not play in the train station

Do not get used

to the weight

of a machine gun.

Or look my

daughter in the eye and say, someday

you might say “no” and someone stronger than you might

not listen

You will not tell me

Know that this happens a lot

Know that your wrists pinned against a

backboard will

echo in the way you move your hands

for as long as you let it

But

human hands aren’t as heavy as metal shackles

And I’m so sorry

but I won’t be able to

take the weight for you

You’ll wake up in the morning

That I can promise you

You’ll wake up

and your lungs will fill with air

whether you tell them to or not.

One day

I will hold someone

small, with my face

and they’ll cry and I’ll say,

I know.

I know you’re tied with little yarn strings to the last life

I know it hurts to be here and

(honestly)

you’re never going back

But

the older you get the less you’ll remember

what it was like

before you had a body

when you were made of ash and infinite light

You’ll convince yourself you live here and

that your hands are you,

But remember that once you were boundless

Inside my body, without yours.

miguelinpurple: “Western civilization is a loaded gun pointed...

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:09:52 -0400

miguelinpurple:

“Western civilization is a loaded gun pointed at the head of this planet” - Terence McKenna

"1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:57:05 -0400

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1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

”

- (via savarnas)

queerpeopledoingstuff: teratomarty: muffdiver: kawaiinchesters...

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:07:31 -0400

queerpeopledoingstuff:

teratomarty:

muffdiver:

kawaiinchesters:

really old vintage photos of homosexual couples

See the rest, they’re all amazing.

Reblogging for sharp old butches in suits.

I don’t know how legit these are, but either way they are a great reminder of queer people who have always been in the world. This is exactly the sort of thing I love to learn about!

humansofnewyork: My last wife was 47 years older than me.” “47...

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:58:37 -0400

humansofnewyork:

My last wife was 47 years older than me.”

“47 years???”

“Yep. We met when she was 80 and I was 33. She came to the nursing home where I worked, and everyday she would spend six hours with her dying husband. I said to myself: ‘If she ever loves me like that, I’ll be OK.’ We married a couple years later, and stayed together until she died at the age of 96. If I had any money, I’d make a movie about it.”

edwardspoonhands: colchrishadfield: Clouds swoop in on Crimea,...

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:56:51 -0400

edwardspoonhands:

colchrishadfield:

Clouds swoop in on Crimea, a white bird on the Black Sea.

DAMNIT CHRIS HADFIELD! STOP BEING SO DAMN INSPIRING AND POETIC!

Jouer avec la vie afin de s'en moquer~: The Spoon

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:59:44 -0400

Jouer avec la vie afin de s'en moquer~: The Spoon:

semagnes:

Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
Or take the medicine doctors prescribe
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the…

mumfordandsonsblog: “Lover of the Light” | Mumford &...

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:31:11 -0400

mumfordandsonsblog:

“Lover of the Light” | Mumford & Sons | The Road to Red Rocks

im-a-kittycat: “So my amazing daughter, Emma, turned 5 last...

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:29:33 -0400

im-a-kittycat:

“So my amazing daughter, Emma, turned 5 last month, and I had been searching everywhere for new-creative inspiration for her 5yr pictures. I noticed quite a pattern of so many young girls dressing up as beautiful Disney Princesses, no matter where I looked 95% of the “ideas” were the “How to’s” of how to dress your little girl like a Disney Princess…We chose 5 women (five amazing and strong women), as it was her 5th birthday but there are thousands of unbelievable women (and girls) who have beat the odds and fought (and still fight) for their equal rights all over the world”

- Jaime Moore, Not Just a Girl

b00ksmartdevil: Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into...

Sun, 12 May 2013 22:08:38 -0400

b00ksmartdevil:

Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into the Dark

explore-blog: Don’t tell us that it’s impossible and that...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:41:09 -0400

explore-blog:

Don’t tell us that it’s impossible and that there is no budget for glitter. Give us a wheel to reinvent. … We are more than the sum of our parts. We get presidents elected.

Wonderful manifesto for the creative class, a term coined by Richard Florida in his 2002 modern classic The Rise of the Creative Class. Second only to the cinematic Holstee LifeCycle manifesto.

Pair with 5 manifestos for the creative life.

colchrishadfield: Almost time to leave Station. Hard to express...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:37:17 -0400

colchrishadfield:

Almost time to leave Station. Hard to express all of my emotions, but mostly gratitude. I came here on behalf of so many people - thank you.

hitrecordjoe: colchrishadfield: With deference to the genius...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:30:42 -0400

hitrecordjoe:

colchrishadfield:

With deference to the genius of David Bowie, here’s Space Oddity, recorded on Station. A last glimpse of the World.

Huge thanks in the making of the video to the talented trio of Emm Gryner, Joe Corcoran and Andrew Tidby, plus Evan Hadfield and all at the CSA.

Wow! Well done, Commander. And, welcome home!

Women fliers honored 65 years after WWII service.

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:14:48 -0400

Women fliers honored 65 years after WWII service.:

“The Women Airforce Service Pilots was born in 1942 to create a corps of female pilots able to fill all types of flying jobs at home, thus freeing male military pilots to travel to the front.”

seawitchmagic: Us - Regina Spektor

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:51:25 -0400

seawitchmagic:

Us - Regina Spektor

insanit-ywhore: cries

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:48:24 -0400

insanit-ywhore:

*cries*

I have this thing for maps

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:46:27 -0400

cat-in-a-basket:

I’m not sure what it is, but I love them. It is functional and beautiful all at the same time. They pretty such sum up what I want to do with my life. Create beautiful things that will be used and loved.

Photo

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:39:00 -0400

possessedprizession: onenaturelover: p—sychedelia: delvingwith...

Fri, 10 May 2013 17:21:05 -0400

possessedprizession:

onenaturelover:

p—sychedelia:

delvingwithin:

find-peace-within:

I would do almost anything to climb this tree.

there is a god

I would LOVE to climb this

so beautiful!!!!

I’m just hoping that if i reblog this enough, I’ll eventually get to climb it

humansofnewyork: “What’s your greatest struggle right...

Fri, 10 May 2013 17:17:32 -0400

humansofnewyork:

“What’s your greatest struggle right now?”
“Building a fence in my back yard.”
“Oh c’mon.”
“I’m serious. I married my best friend, I live on the Atlantic Ocean, I’ve played music my entire life. But this fence is giving me trouble!”