"…[W]e spoke… about the necessity, when the collision between your terms and life’s terms occurs, of saying yes to life. That’s the descent. The difference between a boy and a man is that a boy imagines there is some way to get through life safely, and a man knows he’s got to pay his dues. In this country, the entire nation has always assumed that I would pay their dues for them. What it means to be a Negro in this country is that you represent, you are the receptacle of and the vehicle of, all the pain, disaster, sorrow which white Americans think they can escape. This is what is really meant by keeping a Negro in his place. It is why white people, until today, are still astounded and offended if, by some miscalculation, they are forced to suspect that you are not happy where they have placed you… People finally say to you, in an attempt to dismiss social reality, “But you’re so bitter!’ Well, I may or may not be bitter, but if I were, I would have good reasons for it: chief among them that American blindness, or cowardice, which allows us to pretend that life presents no reasons, to say nothing of opportunities, for being bitter."
is like screaming
compliments at the
brightest star and
never having the
sound echo back;
my throat is sore
with want and my
ears are strained
from the silence."
anne, and all the reasons I’m not good enough make up the sky between us. (via anneisrestless)
He learned forward, so their foreheads were nearly touching.
"I like being with you. I would like to go on being with you. I almost put that aside myself in fear of a possible tomorrow, but if these days teach us anything it’s that all we can do in preparation for tomorrow is nothing. So let’s talk about today."
She smiled. Optimism. That was Sajjad’s gift. She opened her mouth and breathed it in.
"Can I ask, have you ever kissed a woman?"
- Burnt Shadows by Kamila Shamsie p. 116
Books fill my soul with so many feels <3
Baldwin & Lorde on the American Dream in Essence (1984)
|James Baldwin:||Du Bois believed in the American dream. So did Martin. So did Malcolm. So do I. So do you. That's why we're sitting here.
|Audre Lorde:||I don't, honey. I'm sorry, I just can't let that go past. Deep, deep, deep down I know that dream was never mine. And I wept and I cried and I fought and I stormed, but I just knew it. I was Black. I was female. And I was out—out—by any construct wherever the power lay. So if I had to claw myself insane, if I lived I was going to have to do it alone. Nobody was dreaming about me. Nobody was even studying me except as something to wipe out.
|Baldwin, James, and Audre Lorde. "A Conversation Between James Baldwin and Audre Lorde." Essence Dec. 1984. Print. 72-73.
"how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?"
Warsan Shire (via https://www.facebook.com/loveisarevolutionaryact2012/posts/574082286010233)
"But when Neve Harp said that she was going back to the beginning of things and wanted to talk about how the town of Pluto came to be and why it was inside the original reservation boundaries, even though hardly any Indians lived in Pluto, well, both of the old men’s faces became like Mama’s - quiet, with an elaborate reserve, and something else that has stuck in my heart ever since. I saw that the loss of their land was lodged inside of them forever. This loss would enter me, too. Over time, I came to know that the sorrow was a thing that each of them covered up according to their character - my old uncle through his passionate discipline, my mother through strict kindness and cleanly order. As for my grandfather, he used the patient art of ridicule."
Louise Erdrich, The Plague of Doves (p. 84)
"When people fight you to shut you up about a topic like race—and sexism, it means that you have stumbled upon the cultural silence that must be patrolled in order to maintain hegemony."
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.
Thanks for the discussion regarding the whole white-washing history situation earlier. I saw your post on brown tolkienites and the lack of poc elves so I doodled this for you :) Sorry the colouring’s a bit rubbish, I lost most of my pencils when I moved :o
i’M SURE IT’S BEAUTIFUL I JUST CAN’T SEE THRU MY TEARS T-T
HOW DOES ONE NOT REBLOG THIS KIND OF EXCELLENCE