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Sep 26, 2014 / 916 notes

gnarlyxcx:

If I can’t be in a relationship like Jim and Pam then what’s the point??

(via candicebe)

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken

If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,
you can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for hands.

Or windows.
Or mirrors.

Let them see what a woman looks like.
They may not have ever seen one before.

If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
you can let them touch you.

Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for.
Sometimes it is a bottle. A door. A sandwich. A Pulitzer. Another woman.

But their hands found you first. Do not mistake yourself for a guardian.
Or a muse. Or a promise. Or a victim. Or a snack.

You are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat.
You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.

If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold,
you can let them hold you.

All day they practice keeping their bodies upright—
even after all this evolving, it still feels unnatural, still strains the muscles,

holds firm the arms and spine. Only some men will want to learn
what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you,

admit they do not have the answers
they thought they would have by now;

some men will want to hold you like The Answer.
You are not The Answer.

You are not the problem. You are not the poem
or the punchline or the riddle or the joke.

Woman. If you grow up the type men want to love,
You can let them love you.

Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean

after years of puddle jumping. It is realizing you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.

Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman
men will hurt. If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.
Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call

mistakes when you tuck them in at night. And know this:
Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.

Let the statues crumble.
You have always been the place.

You are a woman who can build it yourself.
You were born to build.

SARAH KAY (via claireappreciated)

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Sep 26, 2014 / 19 notes
Sep 26, 2014

Stigmatized and marginalized.

No matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.

Believe me, I’ve tried.

Sarah Kay (via sincerely-the-end)

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Sep 26, 2014 / 5,913 notes
Now, I bring you flowers
everyday.
I rest them six feet above your face
and wait for the rain to
melt them through the ground
until eventually they might reach you,
so that one day
you might feel the love
I forgot to give you
when I had the chance.
Niall Donnelly, Anonymous Eulogy (via l-oo)

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Sep 26, 2014 / 9,333 notes
But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
B (If I Should Have a Daughter); Sarah Kay (via allygned)

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Sep 26, 2014 / 281 notes
Sep 26, 2014 / 1 note

I’ve poured my soul into pursuing my dreams and aspirations and I’ll be damned if anyone thinks they can dictate my life’s work or undermine me. Do not belittle me. Do not define my purpose. Do not doubt me. Do not write a synopsis to a story you do not know. A thank you and an echoed fuck you are sent your way.

Human existence cannot be silent, nor can it be nourished by false words, but only by true words, with which humans transform the world. To exist humanly, is to name the world, to change it. Once named, the world in its turn reappears to the namers as a problem and requires of them a new naming. Humans are not built in silence, but in word, in work, in action-reflection.
Paolo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed (via littlegermantownbee)
Sep 25, 2014 / 10 notes
My intention here is to demonstrate that the task of the teacher, who is also a learner, is both joyful and rigorous. It demands seriousness and scientific, physical, emotional, and affective preparation. It is a task that requires those who commit themselves to teaching develop a certain love not only of others but also of the very process implied in teaching. It is impossible to teach without the courage to love, without the courage to try a thousand times before giving up. In short, it is impossible to teach without a forged, invented, and well-thought-out capacity to love.
Teachers as Cultural Workers: Letters to Those Who Dare Teach by Paolo Freire (via teachussomethingplease)
Sep 25, 2014 / 4 notes
Unfortunately, we almost always evaluate the teacher personally instead of his or her practice. We evaluate to punish and almost never to improve teachers’ practice. In other words, we evaluate to punish and not to educate.
Teachers as Cultural Workers: Letters to Those Who Dare Teach by Paolo Freire (via teachussomethingplease)
Sep 25, 2014 / 145 notes
Progressive educators need to convince themselves that they are not only teachers-this doesn’t exist-not only teaching specialists. We are political militants because we are teachers. Our job is not exhausted in the teaching of math, geography, syntax, history. Our job implies that we teach these subjects with sobriety and competence, but it also requires our involvement in and dedication to overcoming social justice.
Teachers as Cultural Workers: Letters to Those Who Dare Teach by Paolo Freire (via teachussomethingplease)
Sep 25, 2014 / 208 notes
Though we tremble before uncertain futures
may we meet illness, death and adversity with strength
may we dance in the face of our fears.
Gloria E. Anzaldúa (via xicanisma)
Sep 24, 2014 / 11 notes
Sep 24, 2014 / 32,376 notes

sighforeverr:

I don’t think we have any idea what immigrant mothers give up for us. Give up their country, their family, their entire lives to move across the globe to a country that treats them like dirt because they’re not able to properly pronounce a word, just so their children can have a better life, a better education.

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Sep 24, 2014 / 589 notes

supmariss:

spirit desire- tigers jaw

spirit desire
spend my time
tell me that you’re always going to be my life

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