The Truth Still Hasn't Set Us Free

Rebekah. 18. Cat lady. Head over heels in love.

coryloftis:

Paintings I did for the song sequence “For the First Time in Forever”.  So much fun trying to get these to feel like real paintings for an animated world!

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poopflow:

i need a microwave that says “when ur ready come n get it” when my food is done 

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Maya Angelou (via pifty)

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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

bigeisamazing:

things the government want from me

  • my money

things the government don’t want from me

  • these hands

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For those who didn’t know, I was pregnant.

…was.
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I have black friends - j Marie © (via girl-violence)

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When your best friend’s mother dies
You adorn yourself in black
You hold their hand at her funeral
You cry for them
But you do not cry for yourself
When the service is over
You go into your home
Covered in family photos
Free of ghosts
You lock your tired arms around your mother
You kiss her hair
You whisper that you love her
You cherish that moment because one day that could all be gone

When your best friend gets raped by her step brother
You grit your teeth
You lock your arms through hers
As you walk her into the police station
You cry for her
But you do not cry for yourself
After the questions are done being asked
You return to the safety net of your sheets
You call your brother
Who moved two thousand miles away
You listen as he assures you
That he loves you very much
That he’d kill anyone who would lay a hand on you
You can rest easy

When awful things happen to those around you
That float on the surface of your existence
They are there
You can feel the pain filtering in through kinks in your armor
But you will not know the stinging of the blade through your collar bones
You are perched far enough away
That while your eyes can see it
They cannot know it

Your best friend’s mother died
They can now speak with authority on the pain of loss
You cannot
Your best friend was raped
They can now speak with authority on the agony of loss
You cannot

You are not, never will be, their voice
You, as inexperienced in these specific pains as you are, will not be the one to orchestrate moving speeches about the awfulness of these things.

Keep that in mind
When you, who wears whiteness like a badge of pride, speaks for anyone unlike you with the excuse ‘I have black friends’
Knowing and understanding are two explicitly different things
You, who has lived dipped in a dominant culture, should not, can not possibly understand the pain that pushes people of color to stand up to their oppressors.

When your best friend’s mother dies
You do not speak a eulogy for her
You let her take the stand
Even though she’s shaking and covered in sweat
You let her use her voice

This is how you can be an ally

mostly10:

porrn:

Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???

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The ‘yes or no’ game.

You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

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Malcolm X (via amorestavivo)

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When “i” is replaced with “we” even illness becomes wellness.
Cat Paw