помните что я люблю вас There's this chewed up piece of gum inside my head and these ideas, thoughts and pictures get stuck in the stickiness. Some words have formed sentences, some sentences have formed poems and paragraphs. I'm trying to pull them out. the ones i got out, i'm going to put them here.

Reblogged from muchymozzarella  15,611 notes
vintageshi:

tangebaby:

The photo on the left is Chief Big Foot. He and an estimated 300 Native Americans were massacred at Wounded Knee in 1890 by the United States Army. Most of them were women and children that died face first in the freezing snow, shot in the back as they tried to run. This incident is a drop in the bucket as compared to the literal genocide that took place here until the early 1900’s and the cultural genocide that some argue still takes place today. Of the millions upon millions that were executed, NONE were dressed as a “Slutty Indian” or the ill representation of “Pocahontas.” These people were AND ARE more than a costume or a fake headdress. You may find this petty or sensitive, perhaps we should “grow up” or “focus on other real issues.” I wish we could. How can a people be taken seriously about the “real issues” if we are still a slutty costume at a Halloween party, a crude drawing on a baseball jersey, or a derogatory mascot on a football helmet. If you wouldn’t paint your face black and dress as a slutty African American woman, why on earth would you do that to a Native American and think it isn’t racist, that it’s “in good fun.”I love Halloween as much as the next person, probably more since it is the day after my birthday, but we can all have fun without being an ignorant bigot. I implore you to respect our culture, to respect our traditions, and to respect our ancestors. I BEG YOU TO RESPECT US!

I’ve never heard it put so well before.
THIS!

vintageshi:

tangebaby:

The photo on the left is Chief Big Foot. He and an estimated 300 Native Americans were massacred at Wounded Knee in 1890 by the United States Army. Most of them were women and children that died face first in the freezing snow, shot in the back as they tried to run. This incident is a drop in the bucket as compared to the literal genocide that took place here until the early 1900’s and the cultural genocide that some argue still takes place today. Of the millions upon millions that were executed, NONE were dressed as a “Slutty Indian” or the ill representation of “Pocahontas.” These people were AND ARE more than a costume or a fake headdress. You may find this petty or sensitive, perhaps we should “grow up” or “focus on other real issues.” I wish we could. How can a people be taken seriously about the “real issues” if we are still a slutty costume at a Halloween party, a crude drawing on a baseball jersey, or a derogatory mascot on a football helmet. If you wouldn’t paint your face black and dress as a slutty African American woman, why on earth would you do that to a Native American and think it isn’t racist, that it’s “in good fun.”

I love Halloween as much as the next person, probably more since it is the day after my birthday, but we can all have fun without being an ignorant bigot. I implore you to respect our culture, to respect our traditions, and to respect our ancestors. I BEG YOU TO RESPECT US!

I’ve never heard it put so well before.

THIS!

Previews play but I already know the ending

Yet I’m glued to my seat, staring at the screen like it’s my beacon

waiting for a happier ending.

The light starts to flicker and I’m feeling haunted

I have my VCR unplugged but the VHS of my childhood keeps replaying

overwhelming memories start to flood, drowning me in the past

It’s getting harder to breathe so I try to think like Dory and

Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming swimming swimming

I have to pause this movie but I’m drained

trying to get 25 hours out of a 24 hour battery

So I stop. Eject and change the tape

Realizing I need to recharge to get back in charge

Because we are Giants living in a land of clay

Our thoughts, our actions mold everything around us

Our bad is bad but our good is just as good

and that gives me Hope

Hope for a different ending, hope for a better ending

Hope that admitting that I don’t know is alright

because if you’ve read the Tao, you’ll know that

"Not knowing yet thinking you know — This is sickness."

So I’ll stick to what I know. I’ll hold on to my hope.

And this time I’ll put in a blank tape and press record.

Reblogged from kissingkiersten  3 notes

If God exists, and I truly don’t believe he does, he will know that there are limits to human understanding. He was the one who created this confusion in which there is injustice and loneliness. He doubtless had the best of intentions, but the results have proved disastrous; if God exists, he will be generous with those creatures who chose to leave this Earth early, and he might even apologize for having made us spend time here. By Paulo Coelho (via thecoffeewasgoodtoday)