Kissing is awesome.
I’ve wanted this for a long time but was afraid to get it for reasons I don’t like to share. I decided I was ready when Sara’s car caught fire and finally got it in my kitchen full of people at 3am the other night two days after PIX Fest. My best friend did it. I screamed. Chaos is the only thing.

I’ve wanted this for a long time but was afraid to get it for reasons I don’t like to share. I decided I was ready when Sara’s car caught fire and finally got it in my kitchen full of people at 3am the other night two days after PIX Fest. My best friend did it. I screamed. Chaos is the only thing.

Six months of winter
They go on and on.
I feel absolutely nothing
Until the frost is gone.
It bites me till I’m
numb-er
Then I remember summer,
That’s when I know
Life will start again.

I’m not living half a life,
I’m living twice as hard,
Half the time.

Romanticise depression
Until it’s fun.
I wanna ride home
In the warmth of the sun.
The optimist in me has won,
How naive is that?
It’ll just come back around,
And that’s a fact.

I dropped out of high school five years ago, sparking a string of events eventually leading to me getting this in the tip jar at my dream job last week.

I dropped out of high school five years ago, sparking a string of events eventually leading to me getting this in the tip jar at my dream job last week.

softerworld:

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policymic:

Activists cover anti-homeless spikes with cement

According to a Vice report, “a left-wing activist group” called the London Black Revolutionaries (LBR) decided to do some redecorating at a Tesco market on Regent Street, one of the sites with the so-called “anti-homeless studs.” Early Thursday morning, several vigilantes showed up outside the store in construction gear, covering the studs with cement.

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YES.

As a university tutor in my hometown, a city which is roughly 40% black and 37% white, I still had students asking me, “Do they just never learn how to talk right?” I pull up a chair when this happens, “Listen up, gang.” So what do I tell them? Well, the goal is to convey that, scientifically speaking, non-standard varieties of English such as the English spoken by Rachel Jeantel and the ‘proper English’ they’ve been taught are equally communicative. I go over the differences and point out that both have a rule system that must be followed to speak convincingly.

But then, I don’t see why there should need to be that justification. So I end up trying to teach respect. If they have a student that speaks a non-standard variety of English, they need to understand that that student is therefore competent in understanding at least two versions of English: the version they speak at home and other safe environments, and the one forced upon them when listening to you. Respect that.

The alarmingly pervasive idea that standard English equates to ‘good grammar’ and non-standard English equates to ‘bad grammar’ is false and exclusionary. When it’s used in conjunction with intelligence and credibility of a young black woman, it’s reminiscent of the faulty scientific racism of “The Bell Curve.” But language shaming is currently acceptable behavior in the status quo. It is one of the last bastions of unabashed racism and classism.

pterin:

Hurley the big white one eared rabbit lives a tough life. He’s also kind of a jerk.

LOOK AT HIM!

Trying to remember that under the fat on my squishier-than-usual thighs, there are muscles that can pedal me through Prospect Hill without getting off my bike to walk. I need to appreciate that.

I’ve not been this large since high school. I know my weight gain was probably healthy because I left a house where we couldn’t afford food. The “no money diet,” as my dad called it.

But god damn, I hate that every reflection feels like a fun-house mirror version of myself. It’s weird what a difference 10 pounds makes.