January 2011
6 posts
This is not a drill.: I was you. →
I’m reblogging this because: 1) I couldn’t have written it any better than she did and 2) it’s something that isn’t said enough times.
plunderbunni:
Tumblr is still quite new to me, i’ve only really started using this blog this year. I’m following around 100 people, most of whom seem to be teenage girls. They’re all incredibly intelligent, erudite, creative, and have...
1 tag
It was a moonless night and we were all sitting outside one of those shady places people go to have a beer on their way home from work. Sitting under a ceiling made of sheets of zinc, on plastic chairs and telling everyone what happened at the office when, all of a sudden, an alternate conversation broke our concentration: His tones were low, hers were louder, yet they harmonized like any other...
3 tags
“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do...”
– Mark Twain
henrycharlesbukowski:
You could see he had been born to Create, to Create grand things, totally unhindered, never bothered by such petty things as toothache, self-doubt, lousy luck. He was one of those who looked like a genius. I looked like a dishwasher so these types always pissed me just a bit.
Charles Bukowski - Hollywood
5 tags
The strike goes on at the UPR (January 12, 2011)
I may not be saying much about this topic lately, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve disconnected myself from it. I am there every day, watching, witnessing what’s been happening. This conflict has brought up emotions I didn’t even know I could feel, from the joy of listening to students exercising their right to protest against injustice with eloquence and, furthermost, ideas...
1 tag
The faces on the train you shouldn’t have taken. The glances that make you nervous to withhold, to control your own. Because the knife is in your pocket and you know why, you know it’s there for a reason and even when you try to believe that the wind will turn south and stop you from doing it, you know it will happen, it’s doomed to happen. The voice coming from the speakers that makes you look up...