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jawnthebaptiste:

kingjaffejoffer:

Michael Brown’s dad before the burial. 
The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture

I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.
We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.
We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.
It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans. 
We can never just be.

jawnthebaptiste:

kingjaffejoffer:

Michael Brown’s dad before the burial. 

The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture

I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.

We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.

We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.

It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans. 

We can never just be.

'Fail better,' Samuel Beckett commanded, a phrase that has been taken on by business executives as some kind of ersatz wisdom. They have missed the point completely. Beckett didn’t mean failure-on-the-way-to-delayed-success, which is what the FailCon crowd thinks he meant. To fail better, to fail gracefully and with composure, is so essential because there’s no such thing as success. It’s failure all the way down.

At the center of this web of catastrophes and losses and despairs and mistakes sits a single, obvious culprit: the act of writing itself. In the best work, the intentions of the author fall away, leaving an open field for readers to play in, and they create meanings that may have nothing to do with the author’s. Jonathan Swift famously intended ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ as an indictment of all humanity but ended up leaving a story for children. The joy of language is also a torment. ‘Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to,’ Flaubert wrote, ‘while we long to make music that will melt the stars.’

When I hear the phrase ‘writing community,’ usually uttered by those without enough talent to hate other writers for theirs, my first instinct is to reach for the napalm. But failure really does bind us. Flaubert longing to melt the stars and the kid receiving her first rejection letter are the same. All of our little streams pour out into the ocean of total uncaring. If there are to be any claims to greatness, they are to be found only in the scope of the failure and persistence in the face of it. That persistence may be the one truly writerly virtue, a salvation indistinguishable from stupidity. To keep going, despite everything. To keep bellying up to the cosmic irrelevance. To keep failing.

i honestly wonder sometimes how critical listening to it’s a hard life on repeat the last few days have kept me from falling over exhausted and empty

daily-dune:

mittiepaul:

The way some people freak out about pumpkin spice stuff coming back you’d think it’s a rare drug from a desert planet or something…

All of my yes.

this makes me so happy

purgatorialsociety:

The Relics of Saint Sabina

purgatorialsociety:

The Relics of Saint Sabina

mdme-x:

On the edge of experience, Wanda Koop

mdme-x:

On the edge of experienceWanda Koop

mangosmoothie7:

reina-negrita:

There’s so much going on here that needs explaining?
What is Taylor doing with her body?
why is lorde yodeling?
Why is jordin latched unto Jason like she don’t wanna catch some of the craziness that’s afflicting these white folks?
someone pls 

god

mangosmoothie7:

reina-negrita:

There’s so much going on here that needs explaining?

What is Taylor doing with her body?

why is lorde yodeling?

Why is jordin latched unto Jason like she don’t wanna catch some of the craziness that’s afflicting these white folks?

someone pls 

god

we-all-share-one-moon:

Omg forreal