“I am a Mohawk woman… You cannot ask me to speak as a woman because I cannot speak as just a woman. That is not the voice that I have been given. Gender does not transcend race. The voice that I have been given is the voice of a Mohawk woman and if you must talk about me about women, somewhere along the line you must talk about race.”—Patricia A. Monture-Okanee, “The Violence We Women Do: A First Nations View” (via taleth)
i’ve learned that falling in love is like sugar dissolving in tea. like alchemy.
i’ve learned that i have a heart that’s real hard to break. it’s not impenetrable, i have a heart that’s yielding and accommodating. it stretches to absorb new wounds. it just grows and grows. i have an abundant heart and parts of me are so raw and tender that eye contact with strangers makes me imagine their life stories and my chest will constrict at the oddest things.
i’ve learned that i was the grenade and jesse the lynchpin and falling in love set off this blast that still shakes me, sometimes, with the aftershock of it all. i don’t know how else to explain that, but i’m working on it. all i know is that after i met jesse i was taken aback at this vanguard capacity to feel things so potently that i,
okay, just listen. let me tell you something. i’ve learned that the world will carry on around you, that it will function without you know matter what. i’ve learned that you are ultimately inconsequential to the functions of the universe at large. you are a single leaf falling from a tree, fluttering to the ground where you will lay among many, many other leaves until you are swept away and eventually replaced with more leaves. but i’ve also learned about chaos theory. i’ve learned that you could be the butterfly wings that cause a hurricane a world away. and i have learned, that even if you are a single drop of water in a vast ocean, that your existence is meaningful. and whether you are willing to accept it or not, there are people who care about you so much that losing you would be like blinding them. you will care just as much.
you will burst at the seams, caring that much. you will grow. you will forge bonds into something ancient and arcane. like alchemy.
kind of upset about this whole IRIS thing actually and feel like making a post not just mumbling in some tags so if you don’t want to hear about it/don’t want the magic spoiled, don’t read more of this. this is not really a positive review. If you really are enjoying IRIS and your experience with it I don’t want to ruin that, this kind of thing is just a complicated topic for me. Take this as your spoiler warning.
Disclaimer: I’ve thought a lot and actually really care about this sort of thing, so I’m going to put it in the tag. Please don’t take this as hate and don’t click through without that in mind.
Hi, Anonymous. Past Me and Future Me. Tweet. We don’t always realize it, but right now, there are three selves making decisions. The weakest of all is present Past Me.there are many opinions regarding which language is more difficult to learn,I suppose.
It’s somewhat difficult to reconcile after incidents. Did you know that?
internet law decree no 8:don’t tag your hate. i’m sorry, what? did you just say something negative about beyonce? who do you think you are? are you out of your goddamn mind? did you rly think you put this messy vitriol in a place where fans go to find new content about their faves and get away with it? punishment: having to look a disappointed beyonce in the eye for two whole mins