this moon has been the sweetest, the comfiest. somethin inviting, soft even. reelin in it. feelin it, really allowing myself to open back up to the positivity and the true essences of life. the good energies are bounding back to me. i’m not livin like this anymore, this summer reminded me and i say no to it, thank you, but i choose the light, light lightness. in love
"Whether we work in coal mines or coffee shops, on factory assembly lines or at grocery store conveyer belts, whether we are undocumented, single mothers, or queer, as working class people we are all similarly deprived of the wealth we create. To assign a revolutionary role to the working class does not mean to value miners, construction workers, or factory workers (all very masculine roles) over social groups such as the undocumented or the unemployed (themselves segments of the working class). The working class does not simply exist in relation to the Factory; we exist in relation to our landlords in apartment complexes, in relation to our neighborhoods and our neighbors, and so forth. In short, the working class is immersed in a world far more expansive than their place of work. Working class revolution should never be confused for workplace revolution."
I cut off all my dreads except for three and am pretty stoked to cut the rest of my hairs short short. I’m wearing a ball cap I bought months ago and have been WAITING FOREVER to wear. killin it!
i’m moving to boston for tha winta, not stoked about indoor plumbing. four years ago I never thought I would ever say that
I am literally just listening to the fleetwood mac white album tape over/over/over/over/over
i feel good about it, don’t know about the roommates. dont know what it means either. diggin it.
it’s also my almost-every-morning tape. o kay
"Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt."
"In the Autumn mountains
The colored leaves are falling.
If I could hold them back,
I could still see her.”
Aki yama ni
Otsuru momiji ba
Na chiri midare so
Imo ga atari minu
"Where was the wellspring for words that were honest and lovely and brutal and sad? Was she merely a gifted trickster? A magician, with a pen for a wand, able to move an audience by conjuring emotions she had never known herself? Was that even possible?"