“I love you!”
“…I already knew that!”
Sweet, sleepy baby after a long day at school.
We love horizonsDaily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
but forget to love the sand
beneath our own feet.
I feel arms around,Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
my hands stop washing dishes,
I let you hold me.
Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says. ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to hear your voice in my ear. But that’s not possible now. So I love you. Go.’Maya Angelou (via thatkindofwoman)
You know how sometimes you’re just too happy to do homework? Yeah, that would be this moment.
Life is to beautiful not to take a moment and sit in wonder of it.
Chubby Inuit mermaids with sleek seal tails
Sleek Japanese mermaids with orange and white koi bodies
Dark, scaly mermaids with enormous white eyes so that they can hunt at the bottom of the sea
Small mermaids with spiky, poisonous lionfish bodies
Mermaids with sharp teeth and shark tails that hunt sailors for fun
Mermaids that aren’t just skinny blonde pretty girls with fish tails
Are these okay?
This is me. Those are my eyes watching Harry Potter while waiting for the laundry to be done. That is my measuring cup full of hot chocolate and Baylies Irish cream. Yum yum I like being 21.
Ahh tumblr. You are where I go to record the thoughts that are too new to express somewhere as public as facebook, but that demand to be recorded in a way that is shareable.
It is insane to me that before and during the holocaust U.S. citizens disliked the way Germany segregated and excluded Jews (and many other people groups), looking at it as wrong, and yet we continued to segregate and exclude the black community for decades afterward. No, we didn’t create an Auschwitz, or a Dachau, but there were signs that said “whites only” very like “Juden verboten” and there were lynchings, there were prisons, and death sentences, there was a whole people group oppressed and terrorized, made to know what we white people considered their place.
And there still are prisons. Death sentences. Men who are born knowing they are very likely to end up with jail time in their life time, for things white people get away with. (War on drugs?) There still is so much left from our hate. And across the board we refuse to acknowledge it. We say it’s over, it’s fine, but take an honest look and it’s clear it’s not.
We are so stupid.
I’ve been thinking this a lot lately, and not just in regards to white/black relationships, but with all situations where there is one oppressed and someone oppressing. The work of reconciliation is much harder than the oppressor realizes. We want it to be easy, but it isn’t. We must accept that and do the work it takes for real reconciliation to take place.
It will take my life. But think of all the lives willingly given up already? It is worth it. It would be an honor to spend my life in such a way, if only to honor those who have already lived and died for true justice.
Soloist with the American Ballet Theatre
This book is to help you wean yourself off the tyranny of reading, the addiction of reading. You know, you come home from work and you just want to unwind with some Kierkegaard, just a few pages, and then you wake up at dawn, naked, in a park, and you’re 600 pages into a DeLillo novel, and you have no idea how you got there; this book helps you stop doing that.Dan Wilbur, on How Not to Read (via femaleflaneur)
And the book is still available!betterbooktitles)