οἰκείωσις

within you, without you

“You sleep in your hotels with four or five stars, I sleep here with four or five billion stars.”

—   

A man whom I’ve met who lives in a tent in the mountains, talking about how his lifestyle is better than any hotel.  (via copeleyreilly)

Fucking nailed it

(via treewatah)

(Source: midnxght, via kampkrustykids)

aseaofquotes:

— Frank O’Hara

aseaofquotes:

— Frank O’Hara

(via persimmonblossom)

“Love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings—all in the same relationship.”

—   Clarissa Pinkola Estes (via hallow)

(via splinter-eye)

“The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.”

—   Monica Drake - Clown Girl  (via screeches)

(Source: sweetcheeksaremadeofthese, via dunkelviolettt)

“I sit before flowers

hoping they will train me in the art 
of opening up.


I stand on mountain tops believing 
that avalanches will teach me to let go.


I know 
nothing,


but I am here to learn.”

—   Shane Koyczan (via veganlove)

(via dunkelviolettt)

He is taking a course on Marxist ideology.
He says, “The only real solution is to smash the system and start again.”
His thumb is caressing the most bourgeois copy of the communist manifesto that I have ever seen,
He bought it at Barnes and Noble for twenty-nine U.S. American dollars and ninety-nine cents,
Its hard cover shows a dark man with a scarved face
Waving a gigantic red flag against a fictional smoky background.
The matte finish is fucking gorgeous.
He wants to be congratulated for paying Harvard sixty thousand dollars
To teach him that the system is unfair.
He pulls his iPhone from his imported Marino wool jacket, and leaves.

What people can’t possibly tell from the footage on TV
Is that the water cannon feels like getting whipped with a burning switch.
Where I come from, they fill it with sewer water and hope that they get you in the face with your mouth open
So that the hepatitis will keep you in bed for the next protest.
What you can’t tell from Harvard square,
Is that when the tear gas bursts from nowhere to everywhere all at once,
It scrapes your insides like barbed wire, sawing at your lungs.
Tear gas is such a benign term for it,
If you have never breathed it in you would think it was a nostalgic experience.
What you can’t learn at Barnes and Noble,
Is that when they rush you, survival is to run,
I am never as fast as when the police are chasing me.
I know what happens to women in the holding cells down there and yet…
We still do it.

I inherited my communist manifesto,
It has no cover—
Because my mother ripped it off when she hid it in the dust jacket of “Don Quixote”
The day before the soldiers destroyed her apartment,
Looking for subversive propaganda.
She burned the cover, could not bring herself to burn the pages,
Hoped to God the soldiers couldn’t read,
They never found it.
So she was not killed for it, but her body bore the scars of the torture chamber,
For wanting her children to have a better life than she did,
Don’t talk to me about revolution.

I know what the price of smashing the system really is, my people already tried that.
The price of uprise is paid in blood,
And not Harvard blood.
The blood that ran through the streets of Santiago,
The blood thrown alive from Argentine helicopters into the Atlantic.

It is easy to say “revolution” from the comfort of a New England library.

It is easy to offer flesh to the cause,
When it is not yours to give.

—   

Catalina Ferro, “Manifesto” (via dialecticsof)

I feel like people do need to remember that there is a very real, very painful, very human element to the word “revolution”.

(via nuanced-subversion)

(Source: sincerely-the-end, via slutgrrrlinternational)

fuckyeahpaganism:

In Slavic mythology, a rusalka (plural: rusalki or rusalky) was a female ghost, water nymph, succubus or mermaid-like demon that dwelled in a waterway. According to most traditions, the rusalki were fish-like women, who lived at the bottom of rivers. In the middle of the night, they would walk out to the bank and dance in meadows. If they saw handsome men, they would intrigue them with songs and dancing, mesmerizing them, then lead the men away to the river floor and to his death. 
Artwork by Howard Pyle, 1910. 

fuckyeahpaganism:

In Slavic mythology, a rusalka (plural: rusalki or rusalky) was a female ghost, water nymph, succubus or mermaid-like demon that dwelled in a waterway. According to most traditions, the rusalki were fish-like women, who lived at the bottom of rivers. In the middle of the night, they would walk out to the bank and dance in meadows. If they saw handsome men, they would intrigue them with songs and dancing, mesmerizing them, then lead the men away to the river floor and to his death. 

Artwork by Howard Pyle, 1910. 

withoutyourwalls:

Basim Magdy, 13 Essential Rules for Understanding the World, 2011

withoutyourwalls:

Basim Magdy, 13 Essential Rules for Understanding the World, 2011

(via kampkrustykids)

californiapunk:

No Gods, No Masters
California Bears by Alex Ramirez (Lyrics taken from Two-Sided Politics by Suicidal Tendencies)

californiapunk:

No Gods, No Masters

California Bears by Alex Ramirez (Lyrics taken from Two-Sided Politics by Suicidal Tendencies)

(via kampkrustykids)

“There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure truth.”

—   Maya Angelou (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via observedintoexistence)

I am the sea and nobody owns me.

—   Pippi Longstocking (1997)

(Source: dimmadamn, via elige)

mentalalchemy:

nezua:

fnhfal:

Ferguson -2014

I blinked one day and when I opened my eyes, it was normal to have an American army battling Americans on American streets. No one even calls it a war. But it is.

Don’t forget this crazy shit actually happened.

(via elige)

dearoldlove:

Two months into our relationship you once asked me how much I loved you and I just said “From here”. You didn’t get it and you got mad and thought I was playing around.

Breaking up after almost two years together, I sent you a message 6 months later saying “To Here”.

You still didn’t get it.

(via youniversall)