I am a New Zealand artist/photographer/crafter who is currently starting out and trying to find my place in the world.
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste)
Daft Punk - Digital Love (cover)
Passion Pit - Sleepyhead (Neo Tokyo Remix)
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc
Bob Marley - Is This Love
MGMT - KidsI SLAMMED THE REBLOG BUTTON SO HARD AFTER HEARING 2.5 SECONDS OF THIS
A long time ago, right as I let my friend into my home, I got a call from my then-current-girlfriend and she informed me that she had tried to commit suicide. After a very long and painful phone conversation I sat there staring at my bedroom door. My friend walks in and asks me why I have this grimace on my face.
I swallowed hard.
Tried to speak.
All previous feelings of sadness and grief that I ever had piled onto this new-found one. She could see it in my eyes- the struggle to push all of the weight back.
I shifted on the bed and she joined me, sitting close with a concerned look on her face. I tried to tell her- nonchalantly- logically- like I do with everything. I wanted to joke about it lightly, then tell her not to worry. The words came out slow, and my friend’s brow tensed and she looked at me with this deep understanding- like she could see all of the words that I wished I could let out hanging off these flat-toned notes resonating from my throat.
My voice cracked.
I stopped.
I couldn’t hold onto that charade anymore- it would have been humiliating and pathetic if I had just went on trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal to me.
As if the idea of losing to death a third time wasn’t a big deal to me.
I hiccuped in an attempt to keep the tears from streaming down my face, but down they went. Continuous and salty and embarrassing and I hated them with my entire being.
My friend hugged me.
She didn’t say a word.
Not a fucking word.
She held me close and I gripped onto her shirt and sobbed and wailed and whined. She let my tears soak up her clothes and run down her arms and she let me yell and sob into her shoulder and she held me while my body quaked uncontrollably.
I could barely hear her shushing me softly past the rushing in my head and sound my crying. I could barely feel her rubbing her hand up and down my back while my body shook and shivered.
She didn’t know the things I had been through, the things I’ve seen- fuck. She didn’t even know why I was really crying. But she did at the same time. It was this fucking paradox of understanding and she just let me cry and wail and moan and sob and she was there for me.
She was motherfucking there for me.
And I think that’s what made me cry the most.
Let me talk to you about books.
Specifically, one book. This book.
This book should be a best seller. This book should be required reading for graduating from high school. Before you get that diploma, you read this book.
This book deals with debunking “Neurosexism,” which is a very fancy term for all of that evolutionary psychology bullshit that people spill about those “brain differences” between boys and girls.
This book debunks such myths as:
- Boys are better at math than girls
- Women make crappy lawyers/business CEOs/etc, as their brains are not cut out for aggression.
- Men make crappy counselors/primary school teachers/primary parents/etc, as their brains are not cut out for empathy.
- MEN ARE BUILT FOR GOING OUT AND HUNTING WHILE WOMEN ARE BUILT FOR STAYING HOME AND BABYMAKING IT’S NOT SEXISM IT’S JUST BIOLOGY
- And many other such myths.
Furthermore, this book covers topics such as:
- Neurosexism and gender perceptions in multiple races (as this is not a singularly white experience, just as the western world isn’t a singularly white experience)
- Sex discrimination in the workplace, and how women are (or, more often, are not) allowed to behave
- How science is used (badly) to support many of these claims
- Experiences of trans* people, both through interviews and empirical studies.
AND FINALLY - It is all brilliantly researched, cited, compiled - and it’s easy to read! Cordelia Fine actually manages to be funny while writing this, which I think is important, because it makes all of this information infinitely accessible.
Delusions of Gender has reinforced what Oberlin taught me: The gender binary is stupid and arbitrary, and dangerous. And it is a self-perpetuating bias that needs to be addressed to be overcome.
Summer Reading!
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I need this book.
WANT THIS BOOK NOW
(Source: likefrancium)
This is a picture of Luke Rowles when he was 15. He saw a group of men in a garden, kicking and beating this poor fox whose mouth had been sealed shut with duct tape. Lucas went straight to them without regard to his own safety, he shouted at the men and grabbed the fox. After healing his wounds, he freed the animal. Today, Luke continues rescuing animals for the RSDR - The world needs more brave people like Luke, with an unconditional will to help those in need.
I would have done the same, bless your fucking soul. And for the men that did this, may you get beaten to death slowly.
(Source: yensc)
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