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Reminder that Stonewall wasn’t about marriage equality. Stonewall was about police brutality. It was about systemic abuse and subordination. Stonewall was spearheaded by black trans women. As we celebrate Pride 2020, within the context of the Black Lives Matter riots, it’s imperative that we remember that.

Riots in protest of police brutality are the reason that we have more rights today. Do not forget your roots.

You can’t celebrate Pride while simultaneously condemning the Black Lives Matter riots and protests that are happening right now. Know your history.

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Human Rights Campaign (@HRC) Tweeted: Pride started with protests when LGBTQ people, largely transgender women of color, confronted police brutality and discrimination for equality. As we celebrate #Pride Month, we must carry the work forward to affect change for all of us, not some of us.

(Go and watch the video link)

THIS IS EVERYTHING.

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

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*parts a bead curtain as i enter the room, carrying a glass of lemonade* 

hey….

nothing you ever read, watch, or participate in will be ideologically pure and without its problems. your quest to consume the most unproblematic material will be, in the end, fruitless. your enjoyment of anything will be sapped away, leaving you a husk starved for media.

 it is okay to enjoy things that have problems to them, so long as you do it critically and with an open mind, and take care to consider others.

*leaves the way i came*

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Such beautiful illustrations throughout. So excited for the rest of the series

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Pierre Soulages - Peinture, 21 novembre 1959

Oil on canvas (195 x 130cm) 

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If you don’t know where you want to go, then it doesn’t matter which path you take.

Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

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Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood.

Jane Yolen, Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood (via books-n-quotes)

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I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself, and I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.

Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

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Spring (by Joanna Rzeźnikowska)

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IV.

This Lady A Lady A lady of sorts Sorts which draw The eye To her Her body. She is less vibrant Now The sun No longer shining Lighting Her image. She stills, looks from me As I sit Cushions Mimicking Her flowers As my body Mirrors hers Combing my hair Ready to lay On soft Fresh Feathers Encased In floral fabric. I grow tired Of the day Of her As she darkens Once more In the shimmer Of fairy lights. This time I switch the light Off.

– A.R.     (On Viewing a Lady in the Light of Day)

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III.

I see her again Her look Unchanged Looking Beyond Herself Her image Her frame Her mind – What does she think? I want to know Frustration growing As I stare Yearning To know – She cares Less so. Cares little for the blooms For her falling dress Her flesh On show But still She remains Locked away From my eyes. She will not let me Know The masterful Rossetti Creator of Frustrating Captivation. The light fades My energy wanes. Supper calls.  

– A.R.     (On Viewing a Lady in the Light of Day)

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II.

Now I pull her From by bag Returned To the room Plucked From that wall Where Austria’s Sisi And a smiling child Are mounted amongst Fragmented blue bodies. I stare once more Her eyes Different No longer dark But rather Bright Vibrant Light In this light I wonder Why earlier She seemed more Closed, unresponsive. I am responsive to her Though she less so As her eyes Drift past That handheld mirror She grips As she combs Her striking red locks Waved as the trees Beyond her wall Mirror Reflecting an external View. Minutes pass The light changes A distorted glare My eyes close. 

– A.R.     (On Viewing a Lady in the Light of Day)

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I.

Blinking brightly In the morning Sun My eyes on her Eyes, dark in the Morning dew Cold in the glowing Light She stares as I stare In this field Green Fresh Open. I know her, in her knowing Her look Distracted Mine determined She My focus Hers distant. In the distance I see others Others from us Far ahead. My head turns Out beyond the noise To the twigs Strayed On the soft Muddy ground Her flowers Seem more fitting Here They would be Appreciated In this place Slowly turning from The winter months. She, shrouded In golden red, Does not see The world In all its vibrancy. I see all In this light.

– A.R.    (On Viewing a Lady in the Light of Day)

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Beyond the Window

Looking beyond the seen known and heard reading the human   condition outside that window beyond the girl in the emerald green   highlighted in golden rays of striking light against the unseen exterior   world thriving in enlightenment a brighter darker note left Unspoken.

– A.R.