🔺 a goddess of sorts 🔻 (at Mambo Drink)
🔺 a goddess of sorts 🔻 (at Mambo Drink)
I am at a Latin dance club with Leah. A slower song just came on and people started holding each other. Holding hips and stepping in twos from side to side. The lights just turned on. It’s over. I have been sitting in this chair watching over the dance floor. The couples dancing, girl-with-girl, boy-with-girl, boy-with-idkursex? They seemed pure. I can’t tell it it’s the martinis and greatful dead and vodka cranberries talking or if I actually have some sort of naive trust for the world. I think everyone was just trying to dance. I wasn’t scared of anything in here tonight. I danced when I wanted and I sat when I wanted and no one bothered me. I think I might come back. I should go find Leah. God it’s nice to connect with people that I connected with in high school. Damn it’s nice to know that although everything has changed, nothing has changed.
If you read this I love you, no matter what. No matter what I love you anyway. I do.
The music stopped. Goodnight.
to the kitty lovers bb you are beautiful too 🐱
Derp Queen 👑
(at Nonantum, Massachusetts)
mom: mama? ma? mommy?
baby: m..mY ANACONDA DONT
“She liked this vicarious view of herself; it excited and reassured her. She wasn’t a directionless girl adrift in a monstrous city, wandering from one confusing social situation to the next, having stupid affairs. She was a bohemian, experimenting. The idea made rock music start playing in her head.”
—Mary Gaitskill, “Trying to Be”
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
"…Slavery was a system of “corrective violence.” Colonialism was a system of “corrective violence.” Apartheid was a system of “corrective violence.” Jim Crow was a system of “corrective violence.” Reservations are a system of “corrective violence.” Deportation and detention centers are “corrective violence.” Correctional violence is violence performed by individuals who are representatives of the state (read white men); it is used to correct the non-state sanctioned violence performed by deviant bodies. The U.S. leads the world in number of prisons in operation and of citizens incarcerated. The U.S. legal, policing, and prison systems—justice systems—are systems of “correctional violence.” Black, Brown and Native men, and oftentimes Black, Brown and Native women are always deemed the deviant bodies in need of policing and correcting…- Vanessa Lynn Lovelace, On Ferguson’s Protests and It’s Occupation (via anthropologeist)
The history of racial violence in this country necessitates attention. It requires that we connect each gunned down Black man with each—raped woman of color, beaten and harassed Trans person, Muslim person called a terrorist and stripped of their civil rights, and every U.S. deportee. Race is a thing and an issue because it has been made that way by systems of corrective violence."
"In Greek, whose color lexicon did not stabilize for many centuries, the words most commonly used for blue are glaukos and kyaneos. The latter probably referred originally to a mineral or a metal; it has a foreign root and its meaning often shifted. During the Homeric period it denoted both the bright blue of the iris and the black of funeral garments, but never the blue of the sky or sea. An analysis of Homer’s poetry shows that out of sixty adjectives describing elements and landscapes in the Iliad and Odyssey, only three are color terms, while those evoking light effects are quite numerous. During the classical era, kyaneos meant a dark color: deep blue, violet, brown, and black. In fact, it evokes more the “feeling” of the color than its actual hue. The term glaukos, which existed in the Archaic period and was much used by Homer, can refer to gray, blue, and sometimes even yellow or brown. Rather than denoting a particular color, it expresses the idea of a color’s feebleness or weak concentration. For this reason it is used to describe the color of water, eyes, leaves, or honey."- Michel Pastoureau, Blue: The History of a Color (via elucipher)
"I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room- Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain (via girlinlondon)
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube…We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back."