coffeeandcheesecake:

The first time I say I love you, your face
crumbles. You look at me
the way man stares in terror
at the stars and the sea.

You grasp your head, fist
your hair, hiss, whisper why me
why me I am weak I am
dirt I am dust I am
nothing—

Why you? Because
the earth is made of dust
and dirt and you are as
essential to me as earth
is to sky; you give me something
to set my sun against.

The dirt and the dust are not
weak. I could build a house
out of you; you are the roof
when I rain.

2 months ago · 14,588 notes · Source · Reblogged from trainlikeacareer

I’m not sure what I’ll do, but - well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via sundaylatte)

2 months ago · 3,035 notes · Source · Reblogged from future-favorite

I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
—  Mary Kate Teske (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

2 months ago · 1,692 notes · Source · Reblogged from future-favorite

I hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you.

3 months ago · 160,190 notes · Source · Reblogged from skinlikeautumnleaves

An amazing way to see it #quotes #barwisdom #singleladies

An amazing way to see it #quotes #barwisdom #singleladies

3 months ago · 2 notes

My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in
front of me
and asks me to draw a homeland for him.
The brush trembles in my hands
and I sink, weeping.
—  Nizar Qabbani (via theuncolonizedmind)

3 months ago · 611 notes · Source · Reblogged from pocproblems

‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via electric-wish)

3 months ago · 56,663 notes · Source · Reblogged from missgreyday

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
—  Jack Kerouac (via madtolivee)

4 months ago · 14,566 notes · Source · Reblogged from moosedeevita

For Mother Teresa poverty is the condition of saintliness. Poverty, then, ceases to be bad and instead becomes something to be celebrated. The poor can be treated with condescension as those who will redeem the world by their acceptance of charity. Such an approach becomes a part of a global enterprise for the alleviation of bourgeois guilt rather than a genuine challenge to those forces [i.e., modern capitalism] that produce and maintain poverty.
—  

Vijay Prashad, “Mother Teresa: Mirror of Bourgeois Guilt” (via jayaprada)

My biggest academic regret is that I never took a class with Prof. Prashad while I was at Trinity

(via seriouslyamerica)

4 months ago · 771 notes · Source · Reblogged from ilovejeopardy

Sass Bucket: Racial Identity

blanchetteandy:

Racial Identity

Undecided between two nationalities

I found my mind and my heart at unease

In this integrated world

Segregation is still a vital role

To be this or to be that

I don’t know for a fact

That my racial identity is still intact

Do I dare claim American?

Or do I dare claim Mexican?

Natural born enemies

Or so the media claims to be

Are you with them or are you with us?

Neither side deserves my trust.

But the anxiety twists my gut.

You can never satisfy both ends

My racial identity remains intact, but my mind and heart is cleansed

So that misjudgment and confusion slithers in

I will never be considered any of them.

4 months ago · 8 notes · Source · Reblogged from moosedeevita

This country is really young and what may seem to a lot of people like ancient history is really recent history to us. We’re just a few generations removed from our freedom.
—  Bunky Echo-Hawk (via amillionparachutes)

5 months ago · 68 notes · Reblogged from amillionparachutes

I don’t want to be tragic no more
dwell on my oppresion
be angry

I want be happy
como mi abuelita
wake up every morning
thanking the heavens

I want to rest my mind
look into my lover’s eye
taste the sweetness of breath

Quiero llorar de felicidad
look through pictures
and remember the reason I smiled in them

—  Yosimar Reyes ‘Happiness’ (via darkdarkgirlvashti)

5 months ago · 524 notes · Source · Reblogged from queennubian

I was surprised… by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
—  Jon Krakauer, Into The Wild (via living-in-elsewhere)

5 months ago · 51 notes · Reblogged from living-in-elsewhere