i said to the sun, tell me about the big bang. the sun said, it hurts to become.

- andrea gibson, i sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out (via vaerity)

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Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”

I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.

The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.

The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?

The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.

People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?

I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?

Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”

No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.

- Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via littlejaw)

23.09.04 // via + source // 68367
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thebluelip-blondie:

So I know we’re all excited for Nicki’s video but this happening in Ferguson.

The protests were peaceful and the police had taken down barricades and we’re off to the side protecting businesses and now outta nowhere people are being arrested and I don’t understand like there was almost a peaceful nice

but here’s the twitter livefeed 

23.06.39 // via + source // 8109
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nevver:

Deck, David Shrigley

23.05.26 // via + source // 5716
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Man Dies After Bloody, 10-Minute Beating From LAPD Officers

la-xingada:

la-xingada:

The LAPD beat a Omar Abrego for 10 minute, he dies 12 hours later of his injuries.

but don’t forget that the cops were also “injured”:

"One police suffers of a knee injury while the other has a fractured hand" that he used to punch Abrego.

This has got to stop. 

im still in rage over this

23.01.16 // via + source // 5874
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