“Ours is one continued struggle against degradation sought to be inflicted upon us by the European, who desire to degrade us to the level of the raw Kaffir, whose occupation is hunting and whose sole ambition is to collect a certain number of cattle to buy a wife with, and then pass his life in indolence and nakedness.” - Ghandi
Bombay, Sept. 26 1896
(Note: “Kaffir” is a derogatory name for blacks/africans - similar to “nigger”.)
Well, I’d like to be drinking something unnecessarily hard with a bottle of water in one hand and the cup in the other. i’d like to be doing this with the two people I miss the most right now. this has been a cold summer…ready to get real
I definitely have Disney dreams. Its really pathetic and makes me feel bad about myself - but it also will probably not happen, so there goes my guilt lol. I really do want to get married - I want it to be an event with meaning and I want all the people I love to be there, I want it to be in a beautiful place because going to a beautiful place makes everything beautiful. At the same time, I don’t want to get married just to do it…I really want to feel like I’m marrying the person who I will spend the rest of my life with. Most of the people in my family got married for reasons other than genuine love and I just don’t want that to be my journey…
being hungry and then being fed. dig?
How anon? I guess it all comes down to perspective.
Did you know?
I was once a small moon, as well -
a harlot in the palms of constant robbery.
They told me to kneel in the sour
soil, to cover my mouth with vines and
lay along the brick.
Did you know?
I listened to them.
I am years behind my old
wind. I let them flush me -
a rain cloud.
Did you know?
It wasn’t worth it.
I have been worthy
[A prompt from @caitsmessner - “Write a love or lost-love poem without using any victim language, any anger/blame or any self-villianizing/chastising,”]
and so i was brought to you/
a graveyard invitation/
maybe the current
had misread its destination/
and followed me to the wrong/
shore, where you stand/
a safari of lungs/ the stiffness
to be wrestled out of me/
I say, first, that I am not
an obligation/ you say/
solstice/ I hold the night/
like an autocrat.
Thank you darling :) tryna see your face!
Nope, the writer of Gossip Girl is working on the pilot right now with another writer. thank god. im hoping that it’ll actually be good
I have no idea when the US version will be auditioning, but if its an open call it’ll be all over the internet when that happens. I hope its not crap, really…I’ll be hurt. it has potential to do well though
Rooster wide mouths the morning from between the shed stilts,
the moaning of wake slips into the least of worries like a newborn
each crest is an example of who the king could fail to be so he
summons the seer for a new one and stands beneath the guillotine
of proof. The city sleeps on the far side of the moat where a dead
spirit finds an entrance to impale. Another boy with the illusion
of distinction pledges to frighten the ghost with his bare chest,
his shirt split at its core like a lowered flag. In a generation he
will own a goblet of chords that cannot be sold even to the flush
of the loneliest instrument, but he will seek to waste at god for
forgetting to give him the gift of voice while he holds an
entire nation at its throat.
Be careful that you are not Of the same make of the others - Bitten and Brie, sourdough. He says “be happy”, a task as simple As walking the dog - its sorry tail limping behind it in neat obedience. I’m starting to think that I might not be made for this; The surgery, the pull and prod The forgetting of what it means to Fold alone, to bare the dark like an old cross, to function. Before, I was alone but at least compact. I knew which mouth the ‘not enough’ would come from; I knew better than to believe it. In a glass house, all windows serve the same function - They are all prospects of view, of perspective. In a glass house, you can see the blood from the yard Or the sky laughing above you - a watchman too with busy crafting his own story.
Yes omg I just texted you, is your phone not working? Im so sorry I cant wait to chill with you.