Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
No Gods No Masters No Tampons patch by Fiona Avocado“
What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.
So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.”
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.
— Katherine Tucker (via cathwey)
are you a boy? your clothes are boy clothes.
are you a girl? your clothes are girl clothes.
are you outside the binary of boy and girl? so are your clothes.
did someone just tell you your clothes don’t match your gender identity? they are a trashcan and their clothes are trashcan clothes.
This man was a fucking genius!
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via observando)
"Three Ravens" by Kjersti Faret
My first woodcut
An embroidery for my portfolio class. The assignment was to illustrate a personal journey.
The quote in the sky is by Edvard Munch, “From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
Basically that’s where the imagery all started from for me.
Tombstone reads “Vi møtes igjen” which is Norwegian for “We meet again.”
I don’t want to write too much, so I’ll let the piece speak for itself.
Walt Whitman (via creatingaquietmind)
Photography by Amanda Vogelsang (Edinburgh, UK); Glencoe, UK