February 2013
3 posts
thoughts on white supremacy
kingdomofdarknessblackness:
we was probably possessed by the white demon,
probably ingesting the white semen,
probably confessing to white heathens.
we’re right leaving.
You have exhausted my heart
Mother fucker
You have exhausted my heart
My personal emotional treadmill
Cross trainer
Work out class
Where my ribs shred apart
Like liquored memories
Each tear of bloody love muscles
Pumps toughness towards uncirculated consciousness
A drum line of curling blossoms
Cracking, rusting
In the nectar of anger
That prescriptions say is weakening for your health
You have...
“Of all the art forms, poetry is the most economical. It is the one which is the...”
– Audre Lorde, Age, Race, Class, and Sex: Women Redefining Difference (via reticent-romantic)
December 2012
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November 2012
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trapper-keepers full of women
double binders full of women
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colorado is the new hotbox.
come to the sheep over
“TRICK OR TREATMENT”
– (via fuckyeahmadpride)
October 2012
6 posts
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how the fuck are you supposed to do school?
how the fuck are you supposed to work under capitalism?
how the fuck are you supposed to “succeed”?
please blast off to an alternate universe utopia where you can just make things and cry
queer time is real time
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September 2012
6 posts
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cutting
i don’t want you to feel bad for me i want you to feel like vomiting
catharsis
THANK GOD NO ONE CAN HEAR THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD
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lylas
gay gay gay gay gay gaaay
what was i thinking when i said it didn't hurt?
Bokonon by Yard Dogs Road Show →
I wanted all things To seem to make some sense, So we all could be happy, yes, Instead of tense. And I made up lies So that they all fit nice, And I made this sad world A Paradise. Oh, a lion hunter in the jungle dark, and a sleeping drunkard up in Central Park, and a Chinese dentist and a British queen, all fit together in the same machine. Nice, nice, very nice, nice, nice, very...
August 2012
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tick toxic i’m hotboxin’
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fuck yeah mad pride: ~~a poem about Mad Feminist... →
fuckyeahmadpride:
i’m pretty sure “the personal is the political” because i can look around me & see that what’s happening in my personal life/identity is connected back to larger systems and structures of power. such as transphobic concepts of gender, race & racialization, scary coloblindness, the functioning of economies, heternormative hateful & punitive patriarchy, ...
July 2012
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June 2012
8 posts
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"feels like there's a candle melting all over my...
hannah rose on Climax, by Usher
ahhahaah
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my skin is like braille
i never inhale
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kindfindment
criminal is minimal. subliminal fear. but no one chooses to be abused. read or write, the system still fights them. all the classes doesn’t guarantee a pass, the system still fights them. humans in orange, the deputy has a gun. he says “son, you spun. you won’t feel the air for a very long time.” privacy? it’s all a crime. ask to pee, ask to breathe. but study, study,...
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They milked the beauty out of her bones
And there was nothing left to drink.
Structures of skeletons of plans buried underneath maps tracing veins of blood lines,
Lonely ghosts, rambling families
Trembling hope haunted notes,
Shaking flatness, flatness, flatness,
Pulling the zipper, taking off the mask
There’s the shiny air to breathe
But she’s teething her seething feelings.
They milked the...
May 2012
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