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never give up.
The beginning of the end.
I tried to look pretty for you,
but all of the make up in the world couldn’t cover up the ugliness that has become of me.
I lost you fair and square.
but I’m not ready to let you go.
I miss you already and you haven’t even left.
I love you, even if my actions show otherwise.
You are my everything, even with nothing to say.
To properly understand feminism (which you don’t), you first have to understand power and privilege. The current structure is set up to privilege and empower men, specifically white, upper class men. That isn’t opinion, it’s fact. By the power of privileging a group based on gender, class, or race…
I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with something more.
So,
yesterday one of my classmates included live gold fish as a part of her art project. The piece was shown as a portrait of how she views a friend of hers daughter who has autism. The entire piece moved me in an incredible way. Me being who I am, asked her what her plans were to do with these feeder fish after the critique… she hadn’t thought of that. So here I am, in the rain, running across campus with my four newly adopted rescue goldfish in a tiny bag.. rushing to my car so that I could find a way to keep them alive (they only had about 20 min. worth of oxygen left in the bag). I rushed to my best friends apt. down the street and poured them into a bowl. Everyone thought I was crazy, and at this moment I understood why so many people have called me this before.. it is quite true and I will no longer deny it. I am an eccentric.
Mark Black was crying when he opened the door and saw us, because he had been waiting for someone to come back to him, so every time someone knocked on the door, he couldn’t stop himself from hoping it might be that person, even though he knew he shouldn’t hope.
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| — | Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via beautyisanillusion) |
