human life is short. write that novel. paint that painting. try that recipe. hang out with friends. get lost in the woods. fall for fae trickster’s mischief. there’s no going back now. be with them forever. knit that sweater. take that vacation.
It’s all coming. Whatever you’re starving for, whatever that ache is that stings your bones, it’s coming. The love, the happiness, the adventures, and the creativity that you are seeking, it is all coming for you. Here’s the thing, don’t let your right now get away. The things you find mundane, keep them. Store them in the pocket of your favorite coat like found pennies. They aren’t futile. Do not let them cause you to feel empty and hollow. They are going to be worthwhile. Keep the hunger for what is coming, but please, keep a tight grip on these little ordinary moments that are happening right now, because they – these tiny pieces of this ordinary affair you find yourself in – are the foundation to your extraordinary. And I promise you, if you begin to recognize your right now, you’ll see your extraordinary coming.
the FBI is reopening Breonna Taylor’s murder investigation due TO SOCIAL MEDIA PRESSURE so please don’t think signing petitions doesn’t work!!!! and now we need to keep fighting!
Black Lives Matter is held to such a ridiculously high standard. If anyone who is REMOTELY associated with BLM commits an act of violence, white people use it as an excuse to smear the name of the entire movement.
Cops can murder unarmed Black people and many white folks still jump to defend the police force.
While the officer’s charges have moved up to second degree and the other three officers are being charged, don’t let the movement die. Our work is far from over. Black people are still far from safe and we are still far from free. However, don’t ever let people tell you that protesting doesn’t work. Don’t ever let people tell you that making noise does nothing in the end. This is history being made right in front of out eyes, but we can’t let it go now. Keep talking, keep donating, keep petitioning, keep protesting, keep sharing links, keep working. Black lives still matter!
I do think that it’s pretty interesting how this coronavirus pandemic has showcased how manufactured inaccessibility is.
When I was too sick to attend high school, I was told that any distance learning accommodations were impossible and I was forced to drop out. Now, my same high school has switched to online courses.
When I asked my college’s disability office if they could offer any accommodations for days I was unable to make it to class due to my illness, I was told that it was not possible, and that if I missed more than the allotted amount of days I would be automatically failed. Now, my college is offering numerous online accommodations and any illness related absences are fully excused.
When I spoke with my college about the physical problems that the increased burden of work study was causing me, they didn’t care, and said I could either work 20 hours a week or not get the money. Now, they’re funding work study for students who are either ill or who are not physically be on campus.
It almost seems like full accessibility isn’t actually impossible, and institutions just don’t want to make the effort to include disabled individuals.
Somehow, when abled people need accommodations, they’re readily available.
If your government cared about your well being, it would send: federal rent freeze, federal utility freeze, food/ration assistance, and free medical assistance.
A $1200 stimulus check is for the economy. It’s not for you. That check is going to be instantly put back into our economy through rent/mortgage, food supplies, bills etc.
the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.
I just recited this in Spanish for myself and I felt like a proper poet for the first time
la palabra amante es infinitamente suave. Tan universal. Tan atemporal Dos chicas con manos torpes y hambrientas. Un niño y una niña en la oscuridad. Dos hombres con luz vacía. Un matrimonio de 40 años. Letras de más de eones. Poemas de Safo. La esquina de una boca. Amantes, amantes, amantes.
