earthnation:

my heart is full of hate and swag

(via hotdog-ouroboros)

People who batter can use their own vulnerabilities (such as their own experience surviving racism or homophobia, dealing with a mental illness or a previous assault, or facing exploitation in their family of origin or in the workplace) to control and manipulate friends, lovers, family, colleagues, and comrades. They set up loyalty tests. They believe that they are the victims. Often their vulnerabilities are real - and everyone’s vulnerabilities matter and merit reasonable attention - but their sense of persecution and entitlement is devastating to their loved ones and the community. Activist communities may believe that we are immune to such manipulations, but that’s simply arrogant and wrong of us. We are the least immune because we are the most compelled by the interplay of the individual condition with the systems of oppression operating in our world. Activist communities are particularly susceptible to manipulation by abusers because we are the most likely to have compassion for how abusers experience institutional oppression and to understand how they are victims of unjust systems. Our empathy confounds our ability to see people who face oppression as people who could also be capable of, and should be accountable for, abuse.

think. re-think - the revolution starts at home. p. 268 (via dendroquiver)

DENOUNCE KYRIARCHY

(via classickk)

Is it fair to say

That whirling dervishes do not know which way is up

Bang my head against the window

Screaming “what is art?”

marsdesaul:

I am Tina, Tina is me.

marsdesaul:

I am Tina, Tina is me.

(via burningforthebetter)

justfloated:

mona lisa x sasha grey 

justfloated:

mona lisa x sasha grey 

(via girl-farts)

Samson’s son

Samson had two vulnerabilities, however: his attraction to untrustworthy women and his hair, without which he was powerless.

I at least like jazz to the point

Where Ive figured out that facts can often sound like Billie Holliday

If we should die

Who will read me rumi by my bedside?
And float with me
Up marble stairs
To haunt brownstones in Bed-Stuy