Well, I Feel Called Out.

i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.

Hopefully this will lift the heavy weight off someone's chest today.

reading vincent van goghs letters and he keeps repeating the same thing.. that i may be of use in the world. he repeats it over and over, in questions, in musings, in desperation. how can i be of use in the world? (the most precious question!) how can i be of use in the world? (how can anyone?) reminds me of that mary oliver quote: to pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. if i were any more insightful i could say something profound here, but i think if we keep focused attention on the question, we may find a way to be of some good. like rilke meant. by loving the questions themselves, we may one day stumble upon the answer.

happy birthday, @chaandajaan 💛🍊

"did you ever sleep in a field of orange trees in bloom? the air which one inhales deliciously is a quintessence of perfumes. it is like opium prepared by fairy hands." // guy de maupassant

This is my reminder to make a photoshoot of this kind. God, I need my tripod. 🙏🙏

The Essence of Silence by Anato Finnstark

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"Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew."

- Kamand Kojouri

men in greek mythology? scoundrels. just terrible. woeful social skills. murderers. kidnappers. violent misogynists. most of them… never described as handsome so we have to assume they were ugly. 

narcissus? unproblematic. beacon of transformative self love. king of the swerve. gay icon. couldn’t recognize his reflection but neither can my dog, we aren’t holding that against him.

I love this.

look i know we’ve discussed every which way the sorting system is bullshit but also??? people’s values??? change??? as they get older???

give me a hufflepuff who was never taught to advocate for themselves as a kid, who was taught that their worth came from being selfless and sacrificial and making others happy, so they value loyalty and hard work and all of those amazing hufflepuff traits, but through this warped lens because they don’t have a solid foundation of self-esteem or any sense of boundaries. give me that kid getting sorted and being the huffliest puff there ever was, but who is literally driving themselves into the ground trying to help others and has quickly become the castle’s number one choice when someone needs a favor. and they think it’s good! they think they’re living up to their house and those expectations because they don’t have any other foundation for affection and love besides being praised for being useful. 

give me that kid barely scraping by and getting sick from staying up so late and having no legitimate friendships because the people they interact with just want favors all the time. give me that kid getting yanked into an empty classroom by a seventh year slytherin and her hufflepuff girlfriend (they’re in love shut up) and having a real uncomfortable conversation about where/how the kid gets validation and hey, are you happy? are you healthy? are you taking care of yourself? is anyone taking care of you?

and because the answer is obviously no, give me that kid suddenly having two seventh-year moms, one of which is a terrifying slytherin who will hex anyone who comes close asking for a favor, and whose pep talks basically boil down to aren’t you tired of being nice? don’t you just wanna go ape shit?

give me six months of that kid realizing that their self worth isn’t tied to what they can provide to people and that they love their house but honestly? they have their own shit to deal with. they have goals and ambitions and dreams and nearly failing out of school because they’re trying to help everyone else is not the way to live life. i want that kid to wake up in the slytherin dorms one morning, completely bedecked in green and silver, and their slytherin mom being smug about it for fucking weeks because, i called it babe, you know i did

because people’s values change! getting older shifts your perspectives and what you value and there are so many ways that kids with shitty home lives or even just one with bad self-esteem could end up in one house and feel like a fraud when their morals and values adapt to growing up. because everyone changes as they grow up oh my god 

tl;dr @ jk rowling your binary sorting system sucks let kids change what they believe in and represent it in canon you coward 

Not to be controversial or anything, but if you identify yourself with dark academia but you don’t uses the lessons of past, in novels and general history, to reflect and better the present, the only academic you are is of ignorance.

The point of studying text and art and history is not to just appreciate it but to understand, analysis and apply it, as a means to shape a better present and future.

For example if you love blood brother but only analysis it in the context of class relations of the time it was wrote, and not also as a way to show how little we have changed dispute as a culture knowing that our system was wrong, you are not a academic. You are a fan.

There is nothing wrong with that but despite what Wilde says art has use beyond enjoyment, beyond the singular, it reflects the history of a society and it’s emotions. It reflects how we got here and reminds us that as we changed once we can change again, through action.

So if in this lockdown you have turned away from social media in favour of books and art, the next time you read othello or to kill a mockingbird remember that is not a past we have moved on from. George flyod lived and breathed as we did. But now he is dead, and there is something you can do to prevent that same fate of innocent black people.

Stand up, step up and fight together ✊🏾

I am here And you are there And summer evening air Warm And close to the skin Like a lover’s breath And we have never said till death Do us part And partly cos We’re not a thing Yet waiting for that phone to ring The air The air This humid half affair This jungle deep It wants relief in rain And calling me You ask and ask again Is now for you A good time too? We can be friends You tell me as I walk Like children Can’t stop grinning when we talk An ocean and my caution Keep us free From plans to touch or try Or even see Our words in shadowed green This futile Fertile dream I still have so much fear Its on my skin That’s why I’m hidden here And why you’re in my head You read Every message Two ticks always blue So call me If you want We won’t ask what this is I cannot promise much Hotel robes hers and his But you have never asked For anything but time A million miles away You hold me on the line So see me as I am If you see me now at all Just waiting for the rain And waiting for your call

Kylie Flavel, “Summer Rain” (via random-someone-somewhere)

What Happened To Kendrick Johnson and Why People Are Demanding Answers Even Now

On Jan. 11, 2013, the body of 17-year-old Kendrick Johnson was found in the most unusual of circumstances: upside-down and rolled up in a school gym mat. The mysterious death of Kendrick Johnson was initially ruled an accident by law enforcement asserting the ridiculous theory that Johnson must have accidentally fallen into the center of the mat while reaching for a sneaker

Some inconsistencies in the case:

the black and white gym shoe that lay on the ground below Kendrick Johnson, the one he was presumed to be reaching for, was lying on top of a pool of blood, but there was no blood on the shoe itself.

A hoodie and a pair of orange and black gym shoes were also found lying on the floor of the gym 

traces of blood on the wall nearby that wasn’t Kendricks. 

A private pathologist revealed Kendrick Johnson had suffered hemorrhaging on the right side of his neck, which meant that he likely died from blunt force trauma

the second autopsy revealed that some of Johnson’s organs were missing and in their place, his body had been stuffed with newspaper.

A whole hour of footage from the gym was missing, right at the time which would have shed light on what happened that day

HOW YOU CAN HELP:

- Donate to his family! (they're nowhere near their goal)

- Sign the petition 

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