this gets me every time

(Source: spleenwheel, via thginkwerdna)

okaythanksmaria:

Currently re-stocking/re-branding my vintage shop
Jungle Print Top available @lovemcmxci

Still Waiting on the “BigBigs”, Mertreethat jungle print might fit me thoAlso Hey Is That My Plant Baby In That Other Pic?!

okaythanksmaria:

Currently re-stocking/re-branding my vintage shop

Jungle Print Top available @lovemcmxci

Still Waiting on the “BigBigs”, Mertree

that jungle print might fit me tho

Also Hey Is That My Plant Baby In That Other Pic?!

(via prince-of-nettles)

A night of Death was followed by some beautiful sunset chasing!

So I’ve long said I was done with going to shows of famous or semi-famous musicians for various reasons, and after I fell asleep standing up at GY!BE (whom I very much like) years ago I knew it was true,

but very last minute someone told me they knew I didn’t do concerts, but he had tickets to see Death and I could not possibly say no honestly

I’m glad I didn’t square out on this occasion

Yes! I’m not home for the night, but yes! my room is a very important place in my life, and sometimes I get sad when nobody sees it

Yes! I’m not home for the night, but yes! my room is a very important place in my life, and sometimes I get sad when nobody sees it

I thought I left one of my plants in the parking garage at the museum after teaching a lesson on plants and animals the other day, and I felt a little sad, and i told my housemate in my making-myself-feel-better-about-my-stupidity voice, “well, I just hope whoever finds it, takes good care of it at least” but the next day it was in my classroom still and I’m like “thank God, cause in reality, no one’s gonna love you like I love you”

I thought I left one of my plants in the parking garage at the museum after teaching a lesson on plants and animals the other day, and I felt a little sad, and i told my housemate in my making-myself-feel-better-about-my-stupidity voice, “well, I just hope whoever finds it, takes good care of it at least” but the next day it was in my classroom still and I’m like “thank God, cause in reality, no one’s gonna love you like I love you”

X-men throughout the Media: Storm

Painter painting in our land pictures of only white angels
Painter painting in our time in shadows of yesterday

Painter, if you paint with love, paint me some black angels now
For all good blacks in heaven, painter show us that you care

Eartha Kitt - Angelitos Negros (1970 performance)

Oh My Good-ness, Eartha Kitt

(Source: foxwin, via guitarbains)

we had an incident the other week where a groundhog invaded our herb garden and ate All the parsley, so I knew something was soon to go down

and it did
we successfully relocated what we believed to be the groundhog couple that was living under our porch. and after we accidentally also trapped a very sad raccoon, we removed the trap,
but I kept seeing groundhogs and where I normally just make faces at them if they are staying out of the flowerbed, i’ve now made a hobby of being a “Get off my lawn!” kind of crotchety old neighbor
which is actually very enjoyable, I’ve had many a stare-off with these creatures before, but when it comes down to me coming at them, they’re like “oh shit, i didn’t think she would” and run off, run off to Under Our Porch. This is not One groundhog, mind you - I am talking about different groundhogs of different size and fur patterns. APPARENTLY they were organizing under our porch, no wonder they started getting so bold and challenging me so much

challenging Me, the rent-payer and flower-planter, and I’m like 4 feet taller than them

we are really just jerks to be honest

"

Most girls are relentlessly told that we will be treated how we demand to be treated. If we want respect, we must respect ourselves.

This does three things. Firstly, it gets men off the hook for being held accountable for how they treat women. And secondly, it makes women feel that the mistreatment and sometimes outright violence they face due to their gender is primarily their fault. And thirdly, it positions women to be unable to speak out against sexism because we are made to believe any sexism we experience would not have happened if we had done something differently.

I cannot demand a man to respect me. No more than I can demand that anybody do anything. I can ask men to be nice to me. But chances are if I even have to ask he does not care to be nice. I can express displeasure when I’m not being respected. But that doesn’t solve the issue that I was disrespected in the first place.

I can choose to not deal with a man once he proves to be disrespectful and/or sexist. But even that does not solve the initial problem of the fact that I had to experience being disrespected in the first place.

As a young girl, I wish that instead of being told that I needed to demand respect from men that I had been told that when I am not respected by men that it’s his fault and not mine. But that would require that we quit having numerous arbitrary standards for what it means to be a “respectable” woman. It would mean that I am not judged as deserving violence based on how I speak, what I wear, what I do, and who I am.

"

excerpt from “FYI, I Cannot “Demand” Respect From Men so Stop Telling Me That!" @ One Black Girl. Many Words.  (via fajazo)

(Source: daniellemertina, via thehazyrealmmotel)

i don’t know how to make friends. i don’t know how to be a friend?

i don’t know how to make friends? i don’t know how to be a friend.


a girl i find it very easy to connect with pulled out her phone tonight, and i nearly fainted because it’s my phone - you have no idea

a girl i find it very easy to connect with pulled out her phone tonight, and i nearly fainted because it’s my phone - you have no idea

"People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster."

Notes From A Native Son, James Baldwin. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)

(via blackmanonthemoon)