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White folks on tumblr be like, “Please be kind to moths. They are doing their best and deserve respect and kindness. Never step on a flower because they are sensitive and have feelings. Also, why can’t I say the n word?”

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me like ‘haha yeah i can DEFINITELY write a five page paper in two hours!! time is a construct, deadlines have no meaning and also i’m dead inside’

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i hit rock bottom like every 2 weeks

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Francis Bacon -Three Studies for a Self-Portrait, 1979-80. Oil on canvas; triptych 

Markel Williams (NEXT LA)

“One Gun, One Rose, Two Moths" by Eugenia Loli.

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Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?
From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via gudda)

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europeans on tumblr: “wë dô nöt håvë räcism iń êürœpë! amërïcå iš têrriblë!”

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Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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antoinecordet MONTPARNASSE; Acrylic on canvas
White women’s feminisms still center around equality…. Black women’s feminisms demand justice. There is a difference. One kind of feminism focuses on the policies that will help women integrate fully into the existing American system. The other recognizes the fundamental flaws in the system and seeks its complete and total transformation.
Brittney Cooper | Feminism’s ugly internal clash: Why its future is not up to white women (via america-wakiewakie)

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I asked my ex, now good friend, if she would ever have an open relationship and she said, “No, I don’t think I could do that” then after a pause and a smile, “but what about love affair friendships?” She went on to describe an impenetrable fortress of female friendship, her own group of best mates who’d known each other since school and had supported and loved each other through almost all of their lifetimes. They sounded far more bonded to, and in love with one another, than their respective husbands. It struck me that we don’t have the language to reflect the diversity and breadth of connections we experience. Why is sex the thing we tend to define a relationship by, when in fact it can be simple casual fun without a deep emotional transaction? Why do we say “just friends” when, for some of us, a friendship goes deeper? Can we define a new currency of commitment that celebrates and values this? Instead of having multiple confusing interpretations of the same word, could we have different words? What if we viewed our relationships as a pyramid structure with our primary partner at the top and a host of lovers, friends, spiritual soul mates, colleagues, and acquaintances beneath that?
Rosie Wilby, “You’re More Polyamorous Than You Think” (via foutue)

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