OF LOVE & LOSS

Getting ready for #electricrunla in mah hometown C@R$0N. #plur...

Fri, 24 May 2013 19:18:04 -0700

Getting ready for #electricrunla in mah hometown C@R$0N. #plur #rave #kandi #edm #5k #running (at The Home Depot Center)

“Gavilán O Paloma” by Kristin Naca. Early #poetry...

Wed, 22 May 2013 07:23:04 -0700

“Gavilán O Paloma” by Kristin Naca. Early #poetry reading on the bus.

Tea, records, & good company. @ivanjed #kitty

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:10:28 -0700

Tea, records, & good company. @ivanjed #kitty

Weekend robbers. He brings me aloe Vera for my sunburns, fresh...

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:54:49 -0700

Weekend robbers. He brings me aloe Vera for my sunburns, fresh fruit for breakfast, and a rose just cause. ❤ 😘 👫 @ivanjed

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Sun, 19 May 2013 23:57:33 -0700

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Sun, 19 May 2013 23:57:25 -0700

"Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world,..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:56:35 -0700

““Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?””

- Haruki Murakami (via d-eliriumtremens)

"She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:56:02 -0700

““She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth.””

- Albert Camus, “The Adulterous Woman”
From Exile and the Kingdom (via liquidnight)

porn4ladies: (23)

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:55:11 -0700

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fuckyeahhardfemme: Art and text by me, Grace Kettenbrink Check...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:54:59 -0700

fuckyeahhardfemme:

Art and text by me, Grace Kettenbrink

Check out my other work if you like it!

http://grace-morgan-art.tumblr.com/

sylvanburningcenter: is the joke that it looks like a penis or

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:54:37 -0700

sylvanburningcenter:

is the joke that it looks like a penis or

The Perfect Love Poem

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:13:47 -0700

absoluteineptitude:

Every time
I see your face
it reminds me
of you.

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Sun, 19 May 2013 21:13:25 -0700

↳ Wonder Woman Cover Gallery (#1-19) by Cliff Chiang

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:24:00 -0700

↳ Wonder Woman Cover Gallery (#1-19) by Cliff Chiang

"Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:20:22 -0700

“Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.”

- Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via vous-trouvez)

knowhomo: LGBTQ* News We’re Paying Attention To: (following...

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:01:45 -0700

knowhomo:

LGBTQ* News We’re Paying Attention To:

(following from NOLA)

Louisiana State University students Tuesday celebrated their first-ever Lavender Graduation, honoring accomplishments of LSU’s lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans-gender, queer and questioning population and their supporters. About 20 students walked across the stage in the Cotillion Ballroom at the Student Union in front of family and friends.

The ceremony, which is not a separate graduation but rather a presentation of a lavender stole, let students celebrate with peers as a member or supporter of the LGBTQ community…

The students will wear the lavender sashes when they accept their diplomas in the university’s official graduation ceremonies.

oh-deir: ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:46:38 -0700

oh-deir:

ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES

angryasiangirlsunited: To the white guys on the beach yelling,...

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:29:52 -0700

angryasiangirlsunited:

To the white guys on the beach yelling, “China! Filipino! Japanese? Beautiful Asians!” at us from across the street… To all the white girls who tell us, “You’re so lucky! I just want to be dark like you.” To that one white guy who wrote a paper on genocide in our country and told us, “…you probably won’t understand it.”

Fuck you. Fuck your fetishization, white privilege, and racism.

Linda and Lenée. Best friends. Cambodian girls. Forever angry.

Could you have sex with a friend, have a good time and continue being friends? Knowing you shared a passionate secret experience ;)

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:50:11 -0700

Hrm. I’m not sure. I’ve remained friendly with the one acquaintance I’ve had sex with, but we’re not entirely close. So I dunno!

knowhomo: LGBTQ* Spoken Word You Might Be Interested...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:56:46 -0700

knowhomo:

LGBTQ* Spoken Word You Might Be Interested In

Stayceyann Chin “Feminist or a Womanist”

*Warning: Lyrics NSFW*

“Am I a feminist or a womanist?
The student needs to know if I do men occasionally and primarily, am I a lesbian?
Tongue tied up in my cheek, I attempt to respond with some honesty.
Well, this business of Dykes and Dykery, I tell her, it’s often messy.
With social tensions as they are, you never quite know what you’re getting.

Girls who are only straight at night, hardcore butches be sporting dresses between 9 & 6 every day.
Sometimes she is a he, trapped by the limitations of our imaginations.
Primarily, I tell her, I am concerned about young women who are raped on college campuses, in bars, after poetry readings like this one, in bars.
Bruised lip and broken heart, you will forgive her if she does not come forward with the truth immediately, for when she does, it is she who will stand trial as damaged goods.
Everyone will say she asked for it, dressed as she was, she must have wanted it.
The words will knock about in her head: ” Harlot, slut, tease, loose woman” – some people can not handle a woman on the loose.
You know those women in pinstriped shirts and silk ties, You know those women in blood-red stiletto heels and short skirts.
These women make New York City the most interesting place.
And while we’re on the subject of diversity, Asia is not one big race, and there’s not one big country called ‘The Islands’, and no, I am not from there.

There are a hundred ways to slip between the cracks of our not so credible cultural assumptions about race and religion.
Most people are suprised that my father is Chinese.
Like there’s some kind of preconditioned look for the half-Chinese, lesbian poet who used to be Catholic, but now believes in dreams.

Let’s get real sister-boy in the double-x hooded sweatshirt.
That blonde-haired, blue-eyed Jesus in the Vatican ain’t right.
That motherfucker was Jewish, not white.
Christ was a middle-eastern rasta man who ate grapes in the company of prostitutes and he drank wine more than he drank water.
Born of the spirit, the disciples loved him in the flesh.

But the discourse is not on those of us who identify as gay or lesbian or even straight.
The state needs us to be either a clear left or right.
Those in the middle get caught in the cross – fire away at the other side.
If you are not for us, then you must be against us.
If you are not for us, then you must be against us.
People get scared enough, they pick a team.
Be it for Buddha or Krishna or Christ, I believe God is that place between belief and what you name it.
I believe holy is what you do when there is nothing between your actions and the truth.

The truth is I’m afraid to draw your black lines around me, I’m not always pale in the middle, I come in too many flavors for one f***ing spoon.
I am never one thing or the other.
At night I am everything I fear, tears and sorrows, black windows and muffled screams.
In the morning, I am all I ever want to be: rain and laughter, bare footprints and invisible seams, always without breath or definition.
I claim every single dawn, for yesterday is simply what I was, and tomorrow even that will be gone.”