“No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for-and to do it so unconsciously.”—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via cityyandcolour)
“Depression is not selfish. Anxiety is not rude. Schizophrenia is not wrong. Mental illness isn’t self-centered, any more than a broken leg or the flu is self-centered. If your mental illness makes you feel guilty, review the definition of “illness” and try to treat yourself with the same respect and concern you would show to a cancer patient or a person with pneumonia.”—(via goldenphoenixgirl)
“Is it difficult to attend a predominantly white college? Compared with what? Being passed over for promotion because you lack credentials? Being turned down for jobs because you are not college-educated? Joining the armed forces or going to jail because you cannot find an alternative to the streets? Let’s have a little perspective here. Where can you go and what can you do that frees you from interacting with the white American mentality? You are going to interact; the only question is, will you be in some control of yourself and your actions, or will you be controlled by others? I’m going to recommend self-control.”—
Nicki Giovanni, Campus Racism 101
Reading this piece in light of one of my close friends having water balloons full of bleach thrown at him and being called racial slurs by fratties.
The Univ of Texas has a longstanding climate of racism, whether its the severe under-representation of black students or the fact that 31% of students belong to Greek societies which enables a culture of racism and misogyny. I live next to a frat house and am routinely called racial slurs when I walk home and they are drunk. I am routinely verbally threatened and harassed. My queer POC friends get shit thrown at them when they hug their significant others on the sidewalk. And so on.
I would like
to be used for
my death. Not
only my body
will be compost
but the thoughts
I left during
my life.”—Eileen Myles, from “Peanut Butter” (via awritersruminations)
“I really want some meaning. It used to be easy to toss it off. Now it’s harder and harder. You have to navigate just to find something that has nourishment. It’s the absence of nourishment. What do you do in place of nourishment? It’s usually junk. Either it’s junk food or junk clothes or junk ideas.”—Toni Morrison on pop culture, in a fantastic interview on love, loss and modernity. (via explore-blog)
Historically in America, the white liberal has been the one always supposedly who has the solution to the race problem. An example: the leading white liberal in American history was supposed to be Abraham Lincoln. He’s the one who has been dangled in front of our people as a god who brought us out of slavery into the promised land of freedom. Martin Luther King last year was begging President Kennedy to issue another Emancipation Proclamation. If the Emancipation Proclamation of Abraham Lincoln was authentic and produced the results that it was supposed to and if it had been sincere, it would have gotten results. Then Martin Luther King wouldn’t have to be begging for another proclamation of emancipation today.
And other times — the white liberals supposedly fought the Civil War to free the slaves, and our people are still slaves, still begging for freedom. Some more white liberals came along with the so-called Thirteenth, Fourteenth, Fifteenth, and other amendments to the Constitution supposedly to solve our problem. The Constitution has been amended and the problem is still here.
Nine white liberals on the Supreme Court bench came up with a desegregation decision in 1954 supposedly to desegregate the schools, and the schools haven’t been desegregated yet. Kennedy ran on a platform as a white liberal three years ago and said all he had to do was take out his fountain pen and put his name on some paper and our problem would be solved, and it was three years in office before he found where his fountain pen was, and the problem isn’t solved yet. [Laughter and applause]
“Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth. I am the swathed figure in the hairdresser’s shop taking up only so much space.”—Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
“[W]omen of all ages are swooning over this guy and misreading his obsessive, cruel behavior as evidence of love and romance. Part of the reason for this is that his wealth acts as a kind of up-market cleansing cream for his abuse, and his pathological attachment to Anastasia is reframed as devotion, since he showers luxury items on her. This is a very retrograde and dangerous world for our daughters to buy into, and speaks to the appalling lack of any public consciousness as to the reality of violence against women.”—Why are Women Devouring Fifty Shades of Grey? - Gail Dines, professor of sociology and women’s studies at Wheelock College in Boston. (via mehreenkasana)
Love is religion. I found it on my knees at the meeting of your thighs, coursing through my body till it kissed the tips of my toes. You were god, your body, I crowned my temple. I worshipped as the sun climaxed, in parting your lips I whispered a prayer…
“Maybe I haven’t really forgotten you, maybe you’re the last person I think of before sleep, maybe you’re the first that I think of when I wake up, maybe you come to my mind every now and then, maybe I feel like calling you just to know how you are, maybe I have a wish to show up to your door just to know if you’d open it for me, maybe I still want to give us a chance. Maybe. But no, I chose not to have you any longer in my life and maybe that might be enough to forget you. Maybe.”—Pietra Maisha (via 99lions)