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-SMC

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can't wait to wake up from this horrid dream of human existence to remember I am but a frog living blissfully with my amphibian brethren

Day 102

You’re Finally Awake

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me telling my pets all my stoopid human problems while they wait impatiently for the bellyrub they came in my room to get

Andromeda by Arthur Rackham

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Black people speak two languages. Job interview and AAVE. Question: When I fill out a job application can I still check the box that says bilingual. Does my ability to code switch depending on the setting that I’m in count as a job skill? I am always subconsciously turning down my blackness in an effort to make other people more comfortable. Beyoncé once said, “Got all this money but you’ll never take the country out me.” I felt that. I started kindergarten already knowing how to read and write. And no matter how many times my mama made me practice Hooked on Phonics, my first language will always be Ebonics. Spell Mississippi. M-I crooked letter, crooked letter- I- crooked letter, crooked letter- I- humpback, humpback- I. Okay, but spell it for real this time. M-I crooked letter, crooked letter- I- crooked letter, crooked letter- I- humpback, humpback- I. Did I stutter? I bet my great-great-great-granddaddy had an accent so thick that one sentence sounded like one word. And what’s in that word? Levels upon levels of trauma that you couldn’t even begin to fathom. It’s a slave spiritual sung over plantation fields, the last two letters spun into the cotton in your t-shirt. An apostrophe added cuz If you say one more syllable, you just might get whipped, boy. It’s living in a world where you can’t read the words. Mispronouncing words you don’t even know how to spell. While the rest of the world looks at you like you ain’t got no sense. But tonight, I’m gon’ talk how I wanna talk, cuz that slang is in my bones. And if you don’t like it you can get up out my face. Period. And I don’t wanna hear a nan ‘notha word about me talking “ghetto” when I stand before you with a last name my ancestors wouldn’t even begin to know how to say. And every time I sign my name I’m paying homage to the white family that used to own mine. Our language is one of the only things that can never be taken from me. It’s embedded into generations from long before my time. It’s okay that you don’t understand it, I’m not allowed to speak it to you anyway. Lest you call me uneducated, illiterate, or unprofessional. I must censor myself, brush it under the tongue. That is until you make me angry. Then everybody and they momma gon’ know you got the wrong one. Try me if you want to. I was raised on, “Do I look like Boo Boo the fool?” and “Stop crying ‘fore I give you something to cry about.” And that’s word to my momma. What’s in a word? I see your eyes widen when the African American Vernacular comes bursting out. So foreign to you it sound like a Voodoo spell. Yeah, this how I really be wanting to talk. Fix ya face. I cannot be Afrocentric and Eurocentric at the same time. I do not have the Freedom of Speech if the way I speak determines my intellectual capabilities. I must always accommodate a society that refuses to accommodate me. But you knows what? I’ve gotten real good at talking “white.” But every once in a while, if you listen- I mean real, real good. You can still hear that one crooked letter. The black cracking through like a toothless grin. Yeah. That’s my great granddaddy saying, “Say it with your chest girl.” So if you hear me talking loud it’s cuz I’m finna say something real important. And when I speak, you better listen.

-jamera naquai, CROOKED LETTER

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-SMC

In the Summer, Japanese fruit beetles would come into my backyard to eat from our fig tree. It was always cool to see how many would perch on one single fig, until you legit couldn't see the fruit underneath all the bugs. Might sound gross to some, but it was always awesome to watch them. I miss our fig tree and the beetles and those slow Summer days when nothing mattered.

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I’ve been staring at this gif for ages and it’s so funny.

Maul is just showing off and does this completely unnecessary jump to back away, doesn’t bother to use the Force to open the doors but throws something at the controls.

AND FUCKING OBI-WAN KENOBI CASUALLY WALKS UP TO HIM, SWINGING HIS LIGHTSABER LIKE “YEAH I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP BITCH”

The longer I look at it the funnier it gets. He’s just not impressed at all lmao

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ever heard the phrase, 'pushing up daisies'? I found it fascinating.

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help why did these come out so blurry :<

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tumblr is officially the only thing keeping my faith in humanity alive

My girlfriend is turning 32 soon… 

I’ve told her not to get her hopes up. “After all,” I say, “we’re only going to celebrate it for half a minute” when she asked what in the world I was talking about, I pointed out “This is your thirty-second birthday”

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favorite kinds of photos, BY FAR, ones like this---that look so strangely ethereal, like they're straight out of a fantasy illustration, but are also so indelibly, irrefutably imperfect and human.

(not to mention the story behind it)

(love fucking wins)

lesbian couple on their wedding day after 72 years together, photographed by Thomas Greyer

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we DO grow old and happy. btw.

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TITLE: Myth of Edwardian Gentleman's Coat

TRYING OUT STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

wrote this in a couple minutes without really editing

wanna see how it feels :o

not sure if I like it 100% but sometimes it's fun to write these goofy ones :]

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the fungi giveth and the fungi taketh away

It's stupid that bread goes bad so fast. Bread should last ten million years on your countertop. You should be able to feed yourself off the same loaf of bread from the day you are born to the day you die. They should pass down bread between generations like a family heirloom. There should be remnants of still-good bread after the heat death of the universe.

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will never not be important to me to give our boys (and men) the chance to be soft

This is everything.

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Half-Empty Midnight Bowl

My dinner rests, remnant, 

In the blue glazed bowl, 

As I paw through this book

For something that will lull

The buzzing, languid gnat

That is whatever in my brain

Keeps me, tonight, awake. 

There is no swatting it. 

I think of little pills, 

The ones that vaguely taste

Of blood---but those 

Won’t help. It’s much too late. 

If I consume, I’ll stay

Undreaming with this

Winged pest until it’s light, 

Until the morning comes

To say, I am your night. 

Nocturnal girl, bat-like, 

Born seconds from midnight:

Perhaps this is what’s right. 

Perchance, this way is how

I was just always meant to be. 

A little bat, knobbed fingers

Going click and clack

Across the keys; accompanied

By stars, night noises,

And a nearby creature’s scritching, 

Sketching out a psalm

For future sleepless nights.

-SMC