*** ^^^ everyone should read this especially boys plzzz ^^^ ***
this article is amazing and contains so many things I wish I could put into words about why I perceive men’s actions the way that I do and how if you have never experienced sexual assault but more importantly never experienced the fear of sexual assault then there are just some things that you do not get. so don’t try to justify your rape jokes or make light of street harassment to me or give me shit for wanting to be walked home or tell me that “there’s a difference between being persistent and not taking no for an answer” when I call you out on it or anything else because YOU DO NOT GET IT.
“Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your well being a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.”—Daniell Koepke (via samsaranmusing)
I sometimes feel very toxic to people I care about.
My Sunday could not be looking any brighter, with this schedule:
Coffee/Brunch - Duboce Cafe 12:30
Poetry in GG Park - 1:30
Devil makes Three -Arrow Stage 2:45
Billy Bragg- Towers of Gold 3:10
Trampled by turtles - Arrow Stage 4:10
Gogol Bordello - Star Stage 5:50
From land to lands end
bus from Lands End runs all the way up
across town and avenues
While the people get dismissed
Pissed, with bad problems
Solved by a payoff played up
With bad bargains
We cremate in carbon
Copies of unclear scandals
My friends all hang with
Vandals and old broken crows
We been sitting and setting eyes off beachfront shipwreck suns
Counting sand like time in the same old rows
The driver of Lands End muni line plays saxophone on breaks between radical roots through very distinct districts.
Im in the distance
From NorthEastNE (ANY) Cold.
Born from too much snow
learning from their ice cold bones.
And we run around sometimes
To different ends
in this city
While the man on the plough
Like a no show.
n. the kind of unnoticed excellence that carries on around you every day, unremarkably—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which would be renowned as masterpieces if…
n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.