magic girls fallen stars
they are the cosmos come to rest in bodies of flesh and bone, with supernova eyes and black hole hearts, entire universes trapped inside. sometimes the stars leak through and worlds drip from their fingers like blood. they are careless destruction incarnate, all the secrets of space bound to earth in a form that can barely contain them, and even then not for long.
You don’t have to be arrested to be a considered a real activist.
cosign. And fuck anyone who tries to diminish your activism because you haven’t been arrested and/or refuse to put yourself at risk of being arrested. Which, let’s be honest, Black folks are always at…
Dedicated supporters staged a 15 hour sit-in until the early this morning, when the measure passed the Alaska Senate on an 18-2 vote.
girls who wear a little makeup
girls who wear too much makeup
girls who wear no makeup
girls who let other girls live
girls who gotta hate on other girls that’s tryna mind their business
I just love this post okay.
There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.
In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.
|—||Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)|