My most sincere want in life is for some gorgeous, well-to-do older gentleman to take me in so I can spend all my days cleaning and making delicious vegan meals for him.

So I guess I'm kind of like a 60's preteen with depressingly low aspirations because second-wave feminism hasn't happened yet. Except I don't have that excuse.

24th July 2014

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24th July 2014

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satans-advocate:

sext: i want to pay bills and share household duties and approach our late 20’s in a financially and emotionally stable way with you

19th April 2014

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13th April 2014

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  It’s been weeks and that little moment of hesitation, that little voice in my head that says this will finally be the one time that my blood glucose monitor’s 30 gauge needle punctures an improbable major artery in my index finger and I go out in a near comical stream of blood gushing against my bedroom ceiling still hasn’t gone away. 

  The metformin makes me have to run to the bathroom with embarrassing frequency and leaves me with the vague feeling that I could vomit at literally any time.

Who wants to donate me a pancreas? You only need one.

Tagged: DiabetesSeriously call meI know a good tijuana doctor

12th April 2014

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3rd April 2014

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pyreo:

okay, look, i have a few questions

1. why does this video have over nine million views

2. what is this

3. there are so many comments and they all sound the same why

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4. what

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29th March 2014

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seanpadilla:

postwhitesociety:

gradientlair:

Have you ever heard Zora Neale Hurston’s voice? In addition to being an exquisite novelist and anthropologist, she recorded some songs for a past government organization, the WPA. According to Florida Memory:

The Works Progress Administration (WPA) - after 1939, the Works Projects Administration - was a work-relief program created in 1935 by President Franklin Roosevelt’s administration that employed over 8.5 million people before its end in 1943. One of its programs was the Federal Writers Project (FWP), which included a Folklore Section. This section conducted fieldwork, recording songs, traditions, and stories across the nation. 

The song above is called “Dat Old Black Gal.” To me, the “new shoes” mentioned makes me think of a new path—a change from the pain ascribed upon Blackness. It makes me think of an old Black spiritual where the lyrics include "travelin’ shoes Lord, got on my travelin shoes." And this journey symbolized by the need for new shoes could be thought of in a physical/emotional/cultural sense (i.e. The Great Migration), in an existential sense (i.e. contemplating the meaning of the journey of life, one’s identity beyond oppression) and/or in a theistic sense (i.e. shoes for the journey on “the narrow way”; how the “next” journey in life is going to heaven). But it is a railroad work song and often work songs were about getting through the labor but thinking of a future time when that labor would no longer be a reality or again, the next great journey. I feel as if some of these early Black songs like this one are pre-cursors to Afrofuturism.

The Florida Memory site has a bunch of audio recordings of her singing. It’s so thrilling for me to connect a voice to this talented genius who had great style, wisdom, and truly respected Black humanity by crafting stories of our complexities, imperfections and beauty so well. She was so ahead of her time.

this did something to me

What a beautiful voice…

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16th March 2014

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sleepinginlight:

belltownarcher:

ashpocalypse-now:

Scotch, actually.

Keeping it classy, kiddo.

Whiskey for days.

sleepinginlight:

belltownarcher:

ashpocalypse-now:

Scotch, actually.

Keeping it classy, kiddo.

Whiskey for days.

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14th March 2014

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frostlawyer:

have you ever brought up a topic like ableism or misogyny or cissexism around people you love and trust and just seen the boredom and exasperation and ‘here we go again’ in their eyes and suddenly felt a little bit less safe

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28th January 2014

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onlytheuniverseknows:

 

Kathleen Hanna telling it like it is 

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