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You ever think that maybe our relationship standards aren’t too high because of the type of characters in our books and shows but because those things let us see the world for the characters perspective and hear their thoughts?

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Day two, part one. San Francisco’s! #phoenixgoestocollege #muirwoodsnationalmonument https://www.instagram.com/p/B1R-mnTnS41/?igshid=1danxd4y3pmtn

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This book is a must read for everyone! "Cotton's family tree tells the story of several generations of black men who were born in the united states but who were denied the most basic freedom that democracy promises - the freedom to vote for those who will make the rules and laws that govern one's life. cotton's great-great-grandfather could not vote as a slave. his great-grandfather was beaten to death by the Ku Klux Klan for attempting to vote. his grandfather was prevented from voting by Klan intimidation. His father was barred from voting by poll taxes and literacy tests. today, Jarvious Cotton cannot vote because he, like many black men in the united states, has been labeled a felon and is currently on parole........today it is perfectly legal to discriminate against criminals in nearly all the ways that it was once legal to discriminate against African Americans...As a criminal, you have scarcely more rights and arguably less respect than a black man living Alabama at the height of Jim Crow. We have not ended racial caste in America; we have merely redesigned it...Quite belatedly, I came to see that mass incarceration in the United States had, in fact, emerged as a stunningly comprehensive and well-disguised system of racialized social control that functions in a manner strikingly similar to Jim Crow." -(The New Jim Crow mass incarceration in the age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuUiLJWnqtzA6Ewck4o6I5-zAza0njpWs7wSv00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cbzcmsklkcfy

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“An excerpt from...

A Lion’s Daughter”

We walk together.

We walk, winding in and out of the nearly frozen hills, we walk. Taking in the beauty of this first light snow. His steps are longer than mine, yet we find balance. He turns and pecks me on my rosy cheeks, angling our frosted white umbrella against the wind. We walk enjoying each other's company and the beauty of the world around us. We walk and then we talk together.

We Talk together.

We talk of the fears that hold our hearts captive. We talk of the fight we had last night that left us tempered. We talk of the jobs that we must find and the careers we must start. We talk of the bills and the debt. We talk of the weight of it all. We talk of our crushing reality. We talk and then we cry.

We cry together.

We cry together to let the emotions out. We cry together to be open and true with each other. We cry together for the fear we felt by the weight of life. Then we cry together for the joy of all the beauty around us. We cry together for the love of the things to come. We cry together because we know we a stronger together. Then we dry each other's tears and begging to dream together. We cry and then we dream together.

We dream together.

We dream with each other, of our future plans and ambitions. He laughs as we fantasize the life we will build. How many kids? What type of house? Green or grey paint? Dogs? Cat? Both? We dream about raising children and the joy of growing old. We dream of all the far off places we would love to explore. We dream as we walk along no longer burdened by the fear or tears of what to come. Content to love each other as we walk along.

We walk together,

We talk together,

We cry together,

We dream together,

And one day we will die together,

But until that day we will love each other.

* sgrìobhte le jara sagart, eadar-theangachadh leis an tighearn Erith*

(written by High Priestess Jara, translated by Lord Erith)

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“An excerpt from chapter 2 of a “lion's daughter”

James storms through the deserted halls. Filling the air with the pounding of his boots, a consistent drumming rhythm to accompany the gentle hiss and pop of the torches mounted against the cold stone walls. He stops, flinging open a heavy wooden door to reveal a solitary bedroom, walls piled high, the worn spines of well-loved books overflowing on every surface. Two sitting chairs stand next to a beautifully polished writing desk in front of a grated fireplace, and a fur covered bed lays in the corner beside a frosted window, our little oasis against the cold winds of reality, our home. In this place, we can hold each other close in all the ugliness of our souls and simply be loved.

Looming in the doorway, he speaks slightly louder than intended. As his face contorts in a mixture of emotions, anger, pain, panic, and love. As though his brain is fighting his heart, for what to feel and what to believe.

“RivLlyn! What have you done?” He exclaims. “My grandfather is furious, you know we need him! How could you confront him like that behind my back? If he turns against me you know this castle could become very dangerous for us.”

The intensity of his voice sending shivers through my spine. Recoiling at his loud voice, I look up from the book in my hands. Neatly placing it on the desk next to me, so that I can turn and meet his tormented face with my own steel eyes, ready for the conversation to come. Yet when I see the pain in his eyes it is almost too much to bear. A small piece of me breaks with that look. I just wanted to take the pain away, not add more, but now I've done just that. Fuck it, what does it matter? Anything is better than living under his grandfather's thumb forever. I can't back down; he has to understand why I did it. That I love him.

“James, I can’t sit here anymore and watch how he treats you. The manipulation is one thing but the constant emotional abuse... He is so scared of the man you are becoming that he will never let you be free to live your own life. He sees the power in you and is afraid of losing control over it, over you. I see how his oppression hurts you and I couldn't sit back and do nothing anymore. I love you too much for that. I won't sit here and risk him taking you away from me.” I said

Barely containing the tears in my eyes, I silently plead with him to understand, to somehow see into my soul and know that I would do anything for him.

With a heavy sigh, James folds into the chair across from me. He runs his hand through his dark brown hair, eyes closed, silently counting his breaths. He looks so peaceful when his eyes are closed and it makes my heart melt every time. I could stare at his beautiful face for hours and never get tired. He looks up and his eyes now brimming with tears meet mine, with his. A small fire sparks inside me and begins to thaw the fear in my heart. He understands, he knows I did not want to cause him pain. He sees how scared I have been about this moment. How much it took out of me to do anything whether rightfully or not. He heard what I said and now knows that there is some truth to it. My soul lets out a sigh of relief as though it's been holding its breath for his response.

His voice calmer now and slightly catching with emotion he holds my gaze.

“Riv, I'm not mad at you, but you know we can't make him our enemy. We’re stuck with him either way. You're right though, I have been putting off this decision for far too long. It's time I get out from under his thumb. I will go first thing tomorrow and discuss the matter” reflected James.

I know how difficult that conversation is going to be for him. As much as I love him, James and I have very different ways of solving problems. I will fight any battle head on but he is more of a peacemaker he prefers to de-escalate any problematic situations. This has definitely caused problems for us before, just as it did this time but more often than not we balance each other out he mellows me out and teaches me to look for peace in turmoil and I show him that there are some things worth fighting to protect.

“I know we can't get rid of him. He's your family after all but you don't have to let him hold the reins to your life. You are a good man James. One day you will be a very important man in this kingdom, don't let him take your freedom from you. You don't owe him anything.” I said.

“I'm not going to anymore. Were you really so worried that he would somehow break up what we have that you had to confront him on your own?” James asked.

“Yes, I'm scared but honestly I'm more scared that I wouldn't be able to handle seeing you in so much pain much longer. I'm scared of losing you,” I cried

Tears pooled in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away.

“Do you really think that I would ever let anything take you away from me? What we have is special and I will protect it. I love you, Riv. You know that,” said James

I can see his eyes pleading with me to believe him, to understand that he would never let anything separate us, and finally, after all these months something inside me snaps in place and I have no doubt he would go to the ends of the earth for me just as I would for him. I can see the hurt in his eyes though as I answer, the raw pain that my innermost fear has laid at his feet. I can't avoid it anymore though. It has to be said. If only for saying's sake.

“I know you wouldn't, not intentionally, but sometimes I wonder if it came to a choice of staying as is, or leaving what you know, for me, that you would choose to stay rather than leave your comfort zone. I love you too and I shouldn't have confronted him but I do not regret it. It needed to happen. Your right though, it isn’t my place.” I said.

He looked me dead in the eye, the sweetest smile playing at his lips as he slowly leaned nearer to me.

“Love, you are a strong woman and extremely protective -- those are things that I love the most about you. But you have a tendency to believe you have to be the only one to solve the problem. That's not true. We're a team remember? All those thoughts running around your head that lead up to this, you can tell them to me and we will work it out together. You’re not alone. This is not you against me, this is us against the problem and we should face it that way. You know me better than anyone in this world and I understand where you may be afraid but believe me when I say I would choose you over life itself if it came to that,” said James.

Hot tears were now streaming down my face in a rapid rhythm with my heart. I couldn't control them as the salt stung the still open cuts above my cheek from training earlier. How did I get so lucky to love a man like him?

“I know, James, and I love you for it. I'm sorry, I should have trusted you enough to come to you first before I took it into my own hands,” I said.

James moved forward kneeling in front of me, he gently brushes my cheek with his cold, strong hands. Suddenly my cheeks are warm and my heart is calm -- so peacefully calm. I close my eyes and nuzzle my head into his hand. He makes me feel protected and free at the same time. Letting out a deep sigh, I look up at him, those beautiful brown eyes so deep and calming. With flecks of gold that make him look playful and kind even as his eyes brim with tears. Eyes so filled with love, it makes me question against my soundest reasonings. there's no way that we could ever part. We would have to be dead first. I love this man with every part of myself and that will never change.

“Riv, I'm not going anywhere. Whatever comes we will face it together. You know that right?” James askes.

His eyes pleading with me to remember how completely our souls have intertwined themselves. We are part of each other. The same way two plants can grow together, and become one. Neither of us would be whole without the other.

I nodded my head, taking a deep breath to steady myself. James pulls me up into his warm embrace. We float there as time stops and I melt into his chest, smelling his reassuring must, timing my breathing to his as I listen to the steady drum of his heartbeat. It is here, in moments like this, when I feel the most one with him, the most loved.

He breaks the embrace and gently leads me away from the fire to our bed piled high with fur blankets. He grabs my favorite one and wraps it around my shoulders as I slowly slip off my boots and climb in. Outside, the sky has darkened and all you can see is the fires from the village houses reflected through their windows. The wind begins to howl as snow falls silently blanketing the world. The snow comes dancing down from the starless sky and landing on our outer sill as James slides in beside me. He pulls me tight, piling the blankets over our intertwined bodies, wrapping his strong arms around me.

“I love you Riv.” he whispers against my ear.

Again I melt into his loving embrace, feeling his body heat on my back and his warm breath on my neck. Welcoming my soul home as I drift off into the dark night. My chest heavy and eyes red, so overwhelmed with emotion and love that sleep overtakes me without my knowing.

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Damn people need to hear this. Its ok to be angry about your situation, its ok to be upset and feel pissed. that's part of the grieving proses and that doesn't mean that its a one-time thing you can grieve as many times as you need to. 

You’re allowed to hate your illness. You’re allowed to hate your body for making you sick. You’re allowed to be angry, to be negative, to be depressed. You don’t have to be ‘inspiration porn’ or please others for the sake of being palatable. Being sick all the time fucking sucks, thats it.

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We are the students, we are the victims, we are change, fight gun violence now! High School students across the U.S.A, the way to fight back is here. There has been too much complacency on the part of politicians when it comes to gun violence. The time to act is now!

The Plan:

On Friday, April 20th, the 19th anniversary of the Columbine shooting I propose a National High School student walk out. Walk out of school, wear orange and protest online and in your communities. Sign the petition if you pledge to do so. Nothing has changed since Columbine, let us start a movement that lets the government know the time for change is now. #nationalschoolwalkout

Please sign the petition!

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okay guys. There is a 17 minute walkout scheduled for March 14th.

At 10am students are to walk out to the front of their school and either protest or take a moment of silence for 17 lost at the MSD shooting.

If you can not participate or are not in the United States please wear Maroon, Burgandy, or Silver(MSD school colors)

The second walkout is planned for every single highschool on April 20th. At 10 am high schoolers across the country are to walk out. And protest with in front of the school or they may ask permission from local authorities or school admin to lead a march through their city or town.

Again, if you can not participate please wear maroon, burgandy and silver.

Make signs. Wear your school colors or MSD colors.

Make a chant.

If you plan on protesting for more than an hour or are marching please bring water or ask for student volunteers to pass water out and collect trash. Wear as much school pride gear as you can that way if media takes your photo then they won’t be seeing protesters. They will see students. Kids.

Please understand that you may get in trouble for protesting or walking out. Take that risk.

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Dating guide: Aries

Dating an Aries:

Pro’s: Daring, energetic and active. They like to lead and are very affectionate in a relationship. They’re admired because of their independence and confidence. They have an optimistic outlook on life. Aries is one of those signs you’ll probably never get bored of and who’ll spoil their signifiant other. They get very protective over the people they love.

Con’s: Gets bored easily and can lose interest just as fast as they gained it. They’re quite stubborn and childish and can be too impulsive. They have little patience and are not very tolerant to opinions that differ from theirs. Long-term relationships can be challenging for them. 

What they’re attracted to: Aries falls in love fast and hard. They like spontaneous people who challenge them in some way. Get a little competitive with them. They’ll love it. When paired with a shyer soul, they can be a bit overwhelming. 

Fights: Don’t overanalyze your relationship with an Aries or critize them all the time. This will only drive them away. Aries gets very intense and sometimes say things they don’t mean in the heat of the moment. Leave Aries alone when they’re mad, cause they’ll be too enraged to listen to any reason.

Date ideas: Do something active. Take them dancing, carting or go to a water park. They’re not the type to stay at home.

Gift ideas: Clothing or trendy shoes. Something they can use. 

In bed: Very intense and physical. They like it fast and you shouldn’t expect too much mental stimulation from an Aries. They’re very playful and have a strong libido. Aries likes doing it outside, or any place they could get caught. They’re quite dominant, but not afraid to mix it up sometimes.

Most compatible with: Leo, Sagittarius, Libra

Less compatible with: Taurus, Capricorn, Virgo

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How you spend your time in a relationship with all 12 signs. Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces

Pretty much hits the mark.

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we are a generation of children, grown up to to fast, who learned on the run, we be came numb, and tought our siblings how to hold there emotions, and fall in line, to avoid the lash of an angry tongue, we tought them that fire and justice were things only to be screamed about when the athourity allowed it, we tought them that to survive you had to kill your sense of right and wrong, your steel will and blazing song, to conform to those in charge, to keep thing peaceful, and work harder because that is the only way to be safe and secure, we explained why our parent and teachers emotions were valid and there anger was aloud, because only adult can have out burst and children must stand proud, together take the blow of tongues the cuts to our very souls, and leaves scars uglyer than any real knife, hidden out of plain sight, we are the generation called lazy and antisocial, but has it ever occurred to you that we are safer in our own heads or on some internet thread, where we can't mess up and perfect is what we decide, and the standers of an adult do not apply, where a child is given more grace then an adult, not less, and we Invision the world as we will make it when we're free to finally speak out minds and raise our voices, but the fear stands. will it be too late, has the fire been extinguished has our voice been silenced, are they truly gone and how have we helped our siblings along?