1. "For many of us, the label “queer” symbolizes an acknowledgement that through our existence and everyday survival we embody sustained and multi-sited resistance to systems that seek to normalize our sexuality, exploit our labor, and constrain our visibility."
    — Cathy J. Cohen “The Radical Potential of Queer Politics”  (via artistsuffer)

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  2. "If you expect honesty, be honest. If you expect forgiveness, forgive. If you expect a whole person, you have to be a whole person."
    — 

    Kristen Crockett 

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  3. "My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors."
    — Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)

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  5. caseytaylor-does-art:

    Hibiscus doodle done on my ipad during math class and my seminar class.

     

  6. snapchatme:

    Social media doesn’t need to be what it has come to be. Social media is young, growth comes with pains, and we should keep questioning assumptions and push this new media to new limits. My first post here on the Snapchat blog, fittingly, questioned the assumed permanence of social media…

     
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  9. whoa

    coral-fangs:

    comealongmisspond:

    vajoochie:

    how do boys look good without makeup

    Because society hasn’t told boys they look bad without it

    shots fired

    (via tea-orchid)

     

  10. Not to Mention Love: A Heart for Patricia by David Clewell

    I’ve been thinking a lot about love and its attendant glories and despairs and lovely mundanenesses of late. This might be my favorite love poem of all time.

    Not one more figure of speech, I promise,
    not here, under the pressing weight of centuries
    of metaphors insisting on the heart’s unbelievable resemblance
    to anything else we know. One more could finally break it
    irretrievably, and I don’t want that kind of metaphorical blood
    on my hands. So this time around, let the heart be the heart
    the surgeon discovers when he lays open the chest so gently
    it’s easy to miss the self-effacing beauty of precision,
    the way he comes at it directly, the only way he knows.
    And the heart, exposed exactly for what it is: homelier
    than we’d like to imagine. And alive beyond compare.
    Here, the heart is the heart, and isn’t
    a fist or a flower or a smooth-running engine
    and especially not one of those ragged valentines
    someone’s cut out, initialed, shot full of cartoon arrows:
    the adolescent voodoo of desire. Here nothing’s colored
    that impossibly red.

    There’s nothing cute about it. The heart
    is the heart, chamber after chamber. Ventricular. Uncooked.
    In all its sanguine glory. I couldn’t make up a thing
    like that. The heart’s perfected its daily making do, the sucking
    and pumping, its mindless work: sustaining a blood supply
    that’s got to go around a lifetime.
    Sure, there’s a brain somewhere, another planet
    just seconds or light-years away, and maybe some far-flung
    intelligence madly signalling for all it’s worth—
    but the heart wouldn’t know about that. It has its own
    evidence to go on. What’s convincing to the heart
    is only the heart. It doesn’t have the luxury of stopping
    to weigh, to reconsider, to fold and unfold the raw data of the world
    until it’s creased beyond recognition. Some days it can’t distinguish
    a single sad note from a chorus of exhilaration, but still
    the heart has its one answer down to a science: yes. Over
    and over, that iambic uh-huh. Whatever it takes, some kind of nerve
    or unlikely grace: the heart never knows what to think.

     
  11. YO THIS IS FANTASTIC

    Artist Temperaments by Jimmy Chen

    via michellelstone

    (via teachingliteracy)

     
  12. josephdmello:

    The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it. Roseanne Barr Puttrevamma of ChikkanayakanaHalli

     
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  14. Found objects / home for the holidays. 

     
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