Today’s Gender of the day is: the facebook fox stickers
Every time i get worked up, every time I feel some kind of upset, every time i want to lay down and cry, i catch a glimpse of myself in my mind and grasp myself by the shoulders and whisper into my own skull
it’s almost time to make new Thom Yorke Valentines
I really love the new images of Carlos that look a little more like me, but also…I’ll tell you one thing that’s pretty personal: I always grew up totally hating my hair. I hated hated hated my hair, because it didn’t do what normal hair did. And of course when you hear that it makes you ask, “Well, what is normal hair?”
Because I grew up around a lot of white people, “normal hair” was “white people hair.” And so the fact that — and this is really no small thing — the fact that Carlos is described as having “perfect hair” and then people actually see my hair, and people who have hair like mine also see it and they believe that it fits and that I do have perfect hair, well now as a community we are re-defining what good hair looks like. And good hair can look like a ton of different things and there isn’t just one standard."
"Poetry is a kind of witchcraft. We have the power to manifest, to call forth, to make what didn’t happen, happen. I think of the griots who delivered stories from town to town, the soothsayers and playwrights and brujas, all the ceremonies and dedications and incantations and proclamations, everything that starts with the word. And how the word gains its power by being spoken and handed to the next person and how what we write will last longer than our skins, our poems are the truest husks of our former selves."
a tiny bird flew in through my window today but i was too tired to shoo it out or anything so i just lied on my bed and the tiny bird just carried on with its tiny bird things
i really miss the tiny bird now. where are you tiny bird
TINY BIRD DROPPED BY AGAIN