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klammer

coketalk:

I am deeply angered by the fact that Emma Sulkowicz (who no longer has the privilege of anonymity) would be punished by Columbia University for publicly disclosing her rapist’s name more severely than her rapist was punished for actually raping her.

We should all know his name. Not hers. Still, I am genuinely impressed with her performance piece, and I sincerely hope it proves effective.




katerhymeswithlate:

Ghost stories w/ @johndhill (at Haight-Ashbury, San Francisco)

this is my bff y’all

katerhymeswithlate:

Ghost stories w/ @johndhill (at Haight-Ashbury, San Francisco)

this is my bff y’all


another burn behind me, a strange new future ahead.

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We can’t selectively numb emotion. Numb the dark and you numb the light.
Brené Brown, Daring Greatly  (via cherrylet)

(Source: pureblyss)



exulansis

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.


riotsiren:

Next older person to complain about millennials has to pay off a random 20-something’s student loans



aintralph:

ecklecticsoul:

{Strolling Series by Cecile Emeke}

Sexism,Patriarchy,Racism and Colonialsm.Full Discourse

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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