going to bed now. *watches one more documentary* 

goodnight, babies. 

"ah shit now i’m sad"
"Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine."
Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

dear-white-people:

YOU DEMANDED IT! Check out the full-length official trailer for Dear White People before it hits theaters this weekend. 

#HITSHARE #TURNUP #BELIEVETHEHYPE

"We cannot educate white women and take them by the hand. Most of us are willing to help but we can’t do the white woman’s homework for her. That’s an energy drain. More times than she cares to remember, Nellie Wong, Asian American feminist writer, has been called by white women wanting a list of Asian American women who can give readings or workshops. We are in danger of being reduced to purvey­ors of resource lists."

Gloria Anzaldúa

Feminism needs to be authentically intersectional, or nothing at all. This speaks volumes

Help me figure out who to kill …

 Dear Writers,

My characters are in my head so heavy. I’ve neglected my literature for 2 years to write more poetry. I am feeling the urge to develop my incomplete characters: their story lines, behavior patterns, you know- all that good stuff. I am struggling right now on deciding who to kill: the mother or the child. But somebody has to die, and I can’t kill my main character, but at the same time “kill your darlings” is running through my mind at this moment. But my darling is also the unborn child. I don’t care too much for the mother, though I just need help Argh! It’s damn near midnight and NOW this pops up in my mind. Help?

"They always tell her they love her but then they take something from her. Well."
Listener, Seatbelt hands
"x o x o x o - mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow."
The Weeknd, Kind of the Fall

Prince George is such a cute baby omg like how did he get so cute just omg! William isn’t all that but Kate is sexy as hell. LMAO!

Seriously. Prince George is such an ADORABLE baby! 

WHITE PRIVILEGE MASS MURDERER EDITON!

maxineshaw-attorneyatlaw:

thaunderground:

curvesincolor:

So Ronald Lee Haskell, a Caucasian man who murdered an entire family execution style including 4 children, was brought into police custody PEACEFULLY.

While Eric Garner a Black man who was SUSPECTED of selling loose cigarettes in front of a bodega was murdered by the police on SIGHT!

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We need more than tea sipping this is OUTRAGEOUS!!! They won’t hear us till we rioting in the street.

"There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms."
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?  
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Brittany, 28, Colorado

I was 21 when a routine physical showed that I was pregnant. I fainted when I found out. I was on the Depo-Provera shot and in a committed relationship. I was also going to college, working full time and decided to end the pregnancy. I wasn’t ready physically, emotionally or financially to be a parent. I spoke to a woman at the clinic who asked if I needed an escort from my car on the day of my appointment. My aunt and best friend were accompanying me, so I said no. But then she told me to call if I was having trouble. I asked, “Why?” She paused and said, “Just please call if you are having any issues.”

I was the first appointment that day and noticed a few men, all in their 50s or 60s, milling around the parking lot when we pulled in. Once we got out of the car, one made a beeline for us with a fistful of pamphlets. My aunt said, “Thanks, but no thanks,” and he got irate, screaming, “How can you do this? You’re killing your baby to continue on your whore lifestyle, you jezebel!’ Suddenly we were surrounded by five other men — that’s when the baby-doll parts starting hitting us.

They had a box filled with torn apart baby dolls covered with red paint. All three of us were hit — in the head, chest, torso. As they were pelting us, they yelled, “This is what you’re doing to your baby! Look at the street! It’s strewn with the blood of your baby. That’s your baby scattered across the street!” It was surreal and terrifying at once. And we still had to cross a wide street to enter the clinic. Then they shouted at my aunt, “Grandma, why are you letting her do this? Tell her to give her baby up for adoption!” My aunt responded, “First of all, I’m not old enough to be a grandma. Second, come talk to me when you have a uterus and a vagina.”

I thought I’d feel better once inside the clinic. But as I sat in the waiting area, I could hear every single girl get out of her car and do that walk of shame. That was the worst part of the day. When the doctor pulled up later that morning, there was such a frenzy the building almost shook. I heard them shouting, “Murderer!” and “Butcher!” and my heart started racing all over again.

I was the first to see the doctor. After he went over the procedure with me, he asked, “Do you have any questions?” I said, “Are they going to be there when I leave? — not, “Is there any pain?” or “How long will it take to recover?” He said, “No. After I arrive, they disperse.” That was true, and I was grateful. I would have stayed until they left. I couldn’t go through that again.

But there was one good thing the protesters did that morning: They convinced me I was making the right decision. I bet every single woman inside that waiting room felt the same way, even though none of us spoke. We’d all just been through the most heinous experience, but there was a feeling of quiet satisfaction among this group of women amidst the horror. I thought, “If I can make it through that, I can make it through the rest of this day.”

"
"I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently."
Charles Simic, on first moving to New York 
One day I’ll do this and feel damn good about myself.

One day I’ll do this and feel damn good about myself.

This is too cute I mean seriously look at her brother sacrifice his body for her!

This is too cute I mean seriously look at her brother sacrifice his body for her!