WORDS, INCARNATED. Philadelphia

onlyblackgirl:

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humansofcolor:

onlyblackgirl:

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clarknokent:

midnight-sun-rising:

goldroadtonowhere:

Jamila Lyiscott: 3 ways to speak English

Stop what you’re doing and watch this. Especially if you have a problem with AAVE or broken English. 

Yes love!!!

This is wonderful

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!

YES YESYES YES

OMFG, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

beautiful 

I feel like the people who can’t relate in the audience look so awkward..

She deserves all the snaps

yooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That was amazing and super good and she’s gorgeous lol

Amen

(via myfloralmind)

To wish you were someone else
is to waste the person you are.
Kurt Cobain (via bl-ossomed)

(via gypsysprings)

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
Vincent van Gogh (via psych-facts)

(via tayyface)

To those peoples in the huts and villages of half the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required - not because the Communists may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.
John F. Kennedy (via observando)
Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.
Johnny Depp (via enemaroberts)

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myfloralmind:

buttonpoetry:

Tai Weinman - “Mother of Dragons” (NPS 2014)

"Yes girl, a volcano rests on your tongue. Know when to blow smoke and when it’s time to drop jaw and burn everything down."


Performing during prelims at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

YAASSSSS ! These type if videos make me want to start slamming again and give me LIFE.

Jacques Lacan reminds us, that in sex, each individual is to a large extent on their own, if I can put it that way. Naturally, the other’s body has to be mediated, but at the end of the day, the pleasure will be always your pleasure. Sex separates, doesn’t unite. The fact you are naked and pressing against the other is an image, an imaginary representation. What is real is that pleasure takes you a long way away, very far from the other. What is real is narcis­sistic, what binds is imaginary. So there is no such thing as a sexual relationship, concludes Lacan. His proposition shocked people since at the time everybody was talking about nothing else but “sexual relationships”. If there is no sexual relationship in sexuality, love is what fills the absence of a sexual relationship.


Lacan doesn’t say that love is a disguise for sexual relationships; he says that sexual relationships don’t exist, that love is what comes to replace that non-relationship. That’s much more interesting. This idea leads him to say that in love the other tries to approach “the being of the other”. In love the individual goes beyond himself, beyond the narcissistic. In sex, you are really in a relationship with yourself via the mediation of the other. The other helps you to discover the reality of pleasure. In love, on the contrary the mediation of the other is enough in itself. Such is the nature of the amorous encounter: you go to take on the other, to make him or her exist with you, as he or she is. It is a much more profound conception of love than the entirely banal view that love is no more than an imaginary canvas painted over the reality of sex.
Alain Badiou, In Praise of Love  (via titanium44)

(Source: lysenkoist, via gogh-wilde)

Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me.
J.K. Rowling (via kushandwizdom)

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And a mistake repeated more than once is a decision.
Paulo Coelho  (via thatkindofwoman)

(via liebehillary)

You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.
C. JoyBell C. (via observando)
You can be right or you can be happy.
Gerald G. Jampolsky (via observando)
I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via disimba)

(Source: feellng, via gypsysprings)

I understood myself only after I destroyed myself.

And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.

Sade Andria Zabala | Thought of the Day: Self-Discovery (via the-healing-nest)

(Source: surfandwrite, via gogh-wilde)

buttonpoetry:

Ken Arkind - “David” (CUPSI 2014)

"Not a day goes by without people leaving messages, poems or pictures on his wall the way one would leave flowers at a gravesite. I often find myself sending messages to his inbox, prayers meant only for his ears, things I never expect to be answered."

Performing during the Penmanship Books showcase at the 2014 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.

Sometimes, words are the most concrete things of all