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Jeanette Winterson

from “Imagination and Reality”, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstacy and Effrontery

phinarei:

norcross:

betthearm:

teaboot:

teaboot:

Every person in a position of political power should have their daily needs matched to the lowest class of their country.

You make $6 an hour now, Mr. Congressman, and you’re not allowed to sit down or take breaks during your 7.5 hour daily shift. If you don’t like that, then you’re welcome to make some changes

This.

i’ve never understood being able to enact laws that will never impact you

It legitimately works. When politicians chose to live on the food stamp budget for their state they worked to increase the allotment after only a week of living that way.

And honestly? It should include having to spend time living on disability, navigating their district in a wheelchair, and taking public transit.

These people should have to live with their choices the same way they force us to live with them.

kitkatastrophe:

dvandom:

akawaru:

If u haven’t cried in a math class you’re not allowed to follow me. Mathematical illiterates on this blog ONLY

You don’t need to be mathematically illiterate to cry in math class.  You just keep taking higher and higher math until you cry.

marsbarsmagic:

you’re a weathered pirate captain, grizzled and grey, and you’re traversing an uncharted (and infamous) stretch of water to escape the british navy. your crew is uneasy, muttering mutinously as night falls - you’ve heard the stories, but you don’t believe they’re true…

the year is 3036, and you’re an intergalactic criminal, wanted for smuggling stardust. you’re hiding out on a remote tourist planet, keeping your head down and your hat low to avoid catching attention. you order a glowing aquamarine cocktail from the bar, and feel the bass thumping in your chest.

it’s been six months since the nuclear apocalypse. you’re in the mountains, surrounded by lodgepole pines, somewhere in the north american west. you know you’re in a fallout zone, so you throw back an irradiative pill as you trudge along, skipping through the stations on the radio you carry.

you’re an assassin, and you’re one of the best in the business. you’re attending a gala for the social elite, slipping through a sea of glittering gowns and sleek suits, and holding a flute of champagne. your target is leaning on the bar, and you smile like a shark when you catch their eye.

flourishandblotted:

[all from my spotify] [insp post by @faeriefully]

your mum would’ve killed anyone who rubbed these off her “top of the pops” cassette tape

home alone, spinning round your room, belting at the top of your lungs until you get a stitch. pure joy

so sleepy and soft. personification of that head-droopy floating feeling when you’re finally near sleep

midnight drives, drive-through cups, radio static and flickering streetlights

after a long, troubled night you give up on getting sleep: make a cup of tea, slip outside and watch the sunrise. the pink of the sky makes you think just maybe things might turn out ok

10 hours of roadtrip songs: backseat duets, feelgood bops and lyrics you forget to be embarrassed about knowing by heart

no i’ve never had a s/o but yes i have a shortlist of potential wedding first-dance songs that’s normal right

banjos, tambourines, “heys”; stomping feet, clapping hands, a sheen of sweat on your forehead and a smile on your face

a pretty boy playing you an even prettier song on his guitar

pina coladas (or maybe just a peach juice) by the pool, shades on, sun beaming, spinning in your prettiest sundress

itspaigealena:

inspired by (x) (x) (x)

sitting in the aftermath of a sleepover gone horribly wrong. mtv glows softly on the old television. cheap glitter is stuck to your eye lids. grocery store cake smeared on pink cotton. an old lollipop on ripped out chunks of a barbie doll’s hair. eyes gouged out from supermodels on glossy magazine pages. 

you’re waiting in the car while your girlfriend robs a 7/11. soft glow of neon illuminating half of your face. manicured blue fingernails drumming the steering wheel. spilled cherry coke in the backseat. bubblegum wrappers and bullet casings litter the floor. a revolver in the glove compartment.

alone in the master bedroom during a party. pale gold and smeared mascara. champagne spilling over a crystal goblet. fumbling with a necklace clasp. red stains on a mink coat. balled up tissues at the bottom of the trash can. laughter so sharp you could cut yourself.

the rebellion takes a breath to see the city. car parked at the lookout point. pinpricks of light in the valley below. doc martens and leather jackets. bruises blossoming on cheek bones. heart beats in tune to approaching thunder. sharing half a bottle of jack daniels. we’re too young for this.

beautiful-noises:

love through the seasons

i. autumn: for when leaves fall only after you do. for when it’s 2 pm on a thursday and you can’t tell if the chill running down your spine has to do with him or the breeze. for when he feels more like home than pumpkin pie. for when every moment is suspended in amber.

ii. winter: for when the only warm things are your heart and his hands. for when the earth is forgotten under an abundance of white snow and you can’t tell how many hours have gone by since you crawled into bed with him. for when the cold that nips your heels and reddens your cheeks makes you think only of him, and the cutting winds and falling snow remind you of kisses.

iii. spring: for when love is new. for when your heart feels like it’s sinking deeper and deeper into your chest. for when their name is sweet on your lips and their face is fresh in your mind. for when it could so easily slip through your fingers but if you hold on too tight it could crumble. for when the feelings are delicate as new petals, but with roots that reach deep into the earth.

iv. summer:  for when your legs tangle together in the back of a car with the windows rolled down. for when the air is hot and heavy and feels like an embrace. for when you’re both barefoot and happy and running through shallow  water. for when each moment together feels like you’re already looking back at a polaroid. 

concept playlists i

concept playlists ii

concept playlists iii

cosmiccreep:

Despite my best efforts, I am real

I ask to come back to my body

I may not crack the bone but I still drink the marrow

Loving you was the last thing I felt really good at

I knew it was mania because I signed up for a gym membership

Like a bee, he will die after stinging me

cosmiccreep:

Despite my best efforts, I am real

I ask to come back to my body

I may not crack the bone but I still drink the marrow

Loving you was the last thing I felt really good at

I knew it was mania because I signed up for a gym membership

Like a bee, he will die after stinging me

lihgtsabers:

which one are you?

the aliens are chasing you through Nebraska cornfeilds, and your truck is running out of gas but it’s alright because the world is lit by your dashboard and the embers of cigarette ash

your lying in a hammock with your enemy turned lover, watching this week’s galaxy float by, deciding which star system to explore next 

it’s your first day on Olympus as a young demigod, power crackles in your veins. you love the figs and hate the altitude

pirates have set your ragtag submarine crew on the trail of a freighter crammed with stolen counterfeit credits but its all good bc you’re cruising by the reefs and eating the leftover chocolate

(other version)

(these are also available on my playmoss if u dont want spotify)

80smotel:

ur stuck inside a 2006 highschool movie and suddenly a food fight breaks out in the lunch room and u have to defend urself. good luck.

its 2 am and ur thinking about the girl u have a crush on but shes taken so u spend ur night writing about her instead while wondering how it feels 2 make out with her.

u sneak out of ur house at 3 in the morning only to find a dimly lit street with a flickering light. the flicker flows in such a way that ur body can’t help but dance to its beat.

the sun starts to set while ur laying on ur trampoline and u become so entranced by the slowly appearing stars that you begin to think about the extraterrestrials and how they live up there. u get up and start jumping as high as u can while u wish u could be up there with them.

ur an experienced hacker and also trying to overthrow the government all at the same time. the CIA are trying to catch u but ur always one step ahead.

ur at an antique garage sale and u stumble upon an old lava lamp that u quickly buy. once u plug it in, u stare at the lava moving slowly when suddenly u feel urself being pulled into a trance, ur moves replicating that of the lamp.

ur sitting in the car, the wind from ur open window blowing ur hair, when u realize this is it. this is life. ur not scared, u feel okay. life is okay. life is good.

u accidentally got into an argument w dracula after u escaped him and now hes after u but u guys also secretly like eachother. a love hate relationship between the both of u is in the works.

furiousgoldfish:

trauma processing information ahead: you doubt your feelings relating to a certain event because when it happened you don’t remember as if it hurt you, you remember it as it maybe it wasn’t that traumatic, maybe it didn’t affect you so much, you feel like you handled it just fine and you weren’t so scared or pained by it back then and you don’t feel you can call that traumatic but then in present you suddenly get overwhelmed with pain and fear and grief and even anger and you try to stuff it down because NO IT WASN’T THAT BAD and you keep convincing yourself you’re overreacting because you can remember that it was not that bad and you keep thinking it didn’t even matter

So now try to remember when it first happened, it could be that you were still really small, or you were directly faced with the abuser/danger, or you were in unsafe environment where you couldn’t freely express, but the thing is, it didn’t hurt so bad the first time because you were unable to both survive and feel that amount of pain. Children’s bodies are not capable of withstanding traumatic amount of pain and survive, that pain is repressed and dissociated for later when bodies are big and strong and able to survive it. You cannot allow yourself to experience pain and fear that would make you extremely vulnerable and thus less likely to survive in traumatic situation so in that case too, your body represses the emotions and settles on dissociation until you’re safe enough and strong enough for these to be properly processed. 

Only reason it “didn’t feel so bad” back then is because your body repressed the pain and fear to save you. But the amount of pain and terror and anger you’re feeling now is exactly how bad it was. You’re only now experiencing on your own skin how actually bad it was! That’s how badly you were hurt. You’re not overreacting or making a big deal out of it now, you were unable to feel how bad it was before. Your feelings are always there for a reason, they’re generated inside you by harm that was done to you and you can trust them. Your reactions are not wrong, your feelings are not wrong, it was exactly that bad.

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