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Dispatch From Ferguson

thenewinquiry:

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Ashley Yates:

The night after Sunday’s vigil, my fiancée and I returned home and watched a documentary on the Egyptian Revolution in Tahir Square.
I never would have imagined two days later, some of those very people would be tweeting me information on what to do after being tear gassed.

"Sister," they said, "rinse with milk."

Palestinians tweeted me to move against the wind. “We are Ferguson,” they wrote.

Meanwhile, those that stand beside us, hands over hearts, repeating liberty and justice for all never told us the exception to that rule. But they show it to us daily. They fall silent when we suffer. They look away when we die. They exist beside us daily, living, breathing, being; yet we never occupy the same space.

That space was never meant for us anyway. It was a trap set to make us easy targets. Michael Brown was your last catch. His death was the fuse that ignited the powder keg of oppression you thought you had us trapped in.

The world heard the boom. Our freedom came loudly.

It will echo on. We will not be silenced.

They saw themselves in our oppression. They bonded to us by adversity. Our struggle is their struggle and the justice we all seek is the same. The bombs that light up Gaza at night and the bullets that killed Michael Brown are cousins in lethality. We share no formal allegiance. We have become a family related by blood. 

Dispatch From Ferguson



Love yourself more than the idea of others loving you.
Mark Patterson (via kushandwizdom)


eternally seeking equilibrium

07:51 pm, by taara

(Source: in-dissoluvel)



lajoiedevivre:

Destroy the idea that women are supposed to have flat stomachs.


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harperperennial:

Now that I can breathe again, I’m so excited to announce that Bad Feminist will debut on next Sunday’s New York Times bestseller list at #13!

Gigantic thanks to all of you readers, booksellers, librarians, and BAD FEMINISTS for supporting roxanegay and this book. We couldn’t have done it without you!

Roxane Gay can’t possibly get congratulated enough. This is huge. 


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rosarad:

what a week

01:36 pm, reblogged from رزا by taara2 notes

When you hold me there are words for that.
I do not remember the words for that but I remember that there are words.
There are not words for when you do not hold me.
I remember that there are no words in the world so I say them.