i honestly can’t imagine how it would feel to walk into a room full of people and not feel the roof collapsing on my ‘NO NO NO I am not fine’
fine is the suckiest word
it never tells the truth
and more than anything i have ever been afraid of i am terrified of lies
how they war the world
how they sound by our tongues
how they bone dry the marrow
how they never hollow the inside


the thing 

about rape

is you can’t help 

but learn

to be always 

out for blood,

even if it’s your own.

there were times

I went hunting for him 

in my skin.

There were times

I thought 

my wrist 

was his grin.

If you hit the right vein

you bleed in spurts

like someone 

trying to hold 

their laughter in.


"I was told time heals all wounds. But what exactly do you do on the days that the hands of your clock feels like they have arthritis?"

"remember that you will survive.
remember that things could be worse.
remember that we are never given anything that we can’t handle.
when the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still here.
you are still here.
remember the human heart beats approximately 4,000 times per hour
and each pulse, each throb, each palpitation
is a trophy engraved with the words “you are still alive.”
you are still alive.
act like it."



I want a good heart. 

I want it to be made of good stuff.

I want the stained glass window builder

to be my drinking buddy.

I want to drink only the punch

of a million genderqueer school kids

taking free martial arts lessons to survive recess.

I stopped calling myself a pacifist  

when I heard Gandhi told women

they should not physically fight off  their rapists.

I believe there is such a thing as a non-violent fist.

I believe the earth is a woman muzzled, beaten,

tied to the coal slinging tracks.

I believe the muzzled have every right to

rip off the bible belt

and take it to patriarchy’s ass.

I know these words are gonna get me in trouble.

It is never polite to throw back the tear gas.

Just like it’s never polite to bring enough life rafts…

they crowd the balconies where the wealthy shine their jewels,

but sometimes love—-sometimes REAL love….is fucking rude.  


Slip Out the Back- Fort Minor
Submitted by: howthetruthgetsintheway


Slip Out the Back- Fort Minor

Submitted by: howthetruthgetsintheway


  • Do not forget Michael Brown
  • Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
  • Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
  • Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
  • Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
  • Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
  • Do not forget Ferguson 


Fort Minor - Slip Out The Back

nothing feels like it’s really worth it, forget perfect - i’m trying not to be worthless…

slip out the back before they know you were there, and at the worst you’ll see nobody cares.

NeoRock096 - Everytime You Run/Slip Out The Back (Manafest vs Fort Minor)

"Nothing feels like it’s really worth it
Forget perfect, I’m trying not to be worthless"
Fort Minor, Slip Out The Back






Transgender Teenage Couple Transition Together (via The Huffington Post)

A pair of teenagers from Oklahoma might seem like your typical young couple, but their love story is unlike many others. The transgender couple actually transitioned together.

Just two years ago, Arin Andrews and Katie Hill hadn’t transitioned yet. The two had struggled with their identities throughout childhood; Hill had struggled with bullying. Then one day they met at a trans support group, after each had begun the transitioning process, and they fell in love.

Found this ridiculously sweet story today and wanted to share it with my followers.


I am super surprised that this story blew up on Facebook.

Pretty sweet

Okay every time I cone across this in my likes I start making very very un-manly squeeing noises.


wow look at this terrible role model for young girls.

"The women’s game is treated by FIFA as charity work that serves to justify its monopoly over the “real” sport. Note the opening page of “The Laws of the Game,” which categorizes women as disabled players for whom the rules might be adjusted. If FIFA and the Canadian Football Association wanted to move the goal posts, make the field smaller, the match shorter, if they wanted to make women play with smaller balls, they could. They could do none of these things for men, unless those men were not men but children. Or over 35. Or disabled."

      Second Sex, Artificial Turf

I didn’t think it was real so i checked a copy of “The Laws of the Game” online and it is absolutely true. 







(via rubysrocket)