I just took a little trip down memory lane, something I havent permitted myself to do lately. I watched some old videos from the last year. I’ve tried really hard not to let myself get too caught up in my memories and instead to try and create meaning and memories out of the life I’m living now. The trouble is I dont think I know yet how to carry the people I love and the times we shared together with me in a way that respects both the past and the present. How can I keep alive, the feeling of being with people who made me feel intoxicated, memories of people who filled me with life and insatiable laughter, without feeling their abscence as loss?

The ground-breaking metamorphosis scene in the Michael Jackson short film ‘Black or White’ released in 1991

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feeling for the edge of your imagination: Poem about Police Violence

Poem about Police Violence

Tell me something
what you think would happen if
everytime they kill a black boy
then we kill a cop
everytime they kill a black man
then we kill a cop

you think the accident rate would lower subsequently?
sometimes the feeling like amaze me baby
comes back to…

1 month ago - 13

You’re an expatriate. You’ve lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed with sex. You spend all your time talking not working. You’re an expatriate, see? You hang around cafes.

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

Build a Wall of Books: The problem with Kony 2012

sitdownbythefirelove:

The reason this campaign can be so successful, go so viral, is because of it’s simplicity: all we need to do is show this video to everyone we know and the almighty US government will listen to our righteous moral outrage (white guilt) and send some nice honorable young men in uniforms to find the…

2 months ago - 5
Sometimes I climb mountains now, sometimes i go into the woods alone. Life is really strange these days.

Sometimes I climb mountains now, sometimes i go into the woods alone. Life is really strange these days.

asiyamigold:

NNeka: soul is heavy.

Letters from Kids to God

thatneedstogo:

sunnilydisposed:

OHMYGOODNESS. I can’t. These are soooo cute.

I like Elliott’s one; I gotta be more like him.

givemeacleanheart:

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