Destiny?
Fail to choose a life path
Don’t worry, one will be assigned to you.
Hearts are Useless
When they are Broken
The Welcoming
It’s so enticing, the subtle hum of nothing. The soothing darkness that caresses the square edges of a frame until the picture is perfectly circle. The light that illuminates the film shrinks until there is nothing left but that comfortable blackness. The light is snuffed out. The only thing remaining is that hum of nothing, soft and accepting, crawling over everything, blanketing the world with its void.
I can not pull away from this planet that hums such lovely music lulling me with it’s gravity, with inevitability to it. It knows my name. This enchanting place without reason or need for care, calls out to me quietly not saying a word, but projecting a feeling. Something all encompassing, oppressive, dark.
What I wouldn’t give not care? The more important question is what I would, for that question knows no limits. I will not be foolish to try and fight the darkness. I am too small to win, and too willing to give in. I will let it take me. I will let it engulf me with a hug where I stand until we have the same slow steady heartbeat, dragging along the outer reaches of your eyesight until you hear it, that music, that subtle hum of nothing.
When you give
your heart to someone
You can only hope
they return it in kind
Your job until then
is to not fall apart.
Things I miss
I miss your lips
and the heat that press into
the nape of my exposed neck
I miss your hands
and they way that you
held on to me as we slept
I miss your eyes
and how they sparkled
brilliantly jade kissed with hazel
I miss your smile
It’s been a while
since I have seen it
I miss you laugh
My eyes use to delight in it
now I long for it
I miss
I miss lots of things
But mostly I miss you
I guess Im just want to play the victim today
But when I point out an incident that happened to me, that made me feel less than, Im just insisting on not understanding the other persons side of things. Im not seeing it right and should just accept it because that’s not really what happened.
But it I have wronged someone else I should apologize because I was wrong.
Well Im calling bullshit.
Your feeling are no more valid than mine. I mean seriously who is being a dick now.
I want nothing but everything out of life
My body stubbornly
remembers how you feel
pressed against me
like wild flowers
between these binding arms
I don’t want to forget how you feel
so I stretch my mind around
your frame and dream
with my eyes wide open
Convo On Immigration
- Wife: If I was immigrating to California illegally I would make my name Maria Lopez.
- Me: If you were black you could be Jefferson, insert generic first name.
- Wife: Fuck that. If I was black I would be Maria Lopez. I dare you to find Maria Lopez.
So today I published my novel on Amazon’s createspace.
It’s the novel I wrote for National Novel Writing Month 2012, and it was edited by Noelle.
Throughout the course of human history, only three people have ever managed to achieve flight through sheer focused concentration. Everybody else simply pooped their own pants.
This is the story of Ernie, who discovers one day that he can fly, and this is the story about everything that happens to him afterwards. It’s the story the about all the people who wanted to use him, and all the people who misunderstood him. This is the story of Ernie, who could fly, and this is also the story of Emily, the girl who kind of liked him.It was a crazy little journey, and it’s a silly little story.
But you might enjoy reading it, and hey, I know I’d certainly enjoy selling it to you.
Anyway, this is a little first for me, right here, right now.
Kinda cool.
Yay! Finally! Support! Which means I suggest you all buy this booky!
Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers
As described by Selnick’s article:
Author and doctor of clinical psychology Carolyn Kaufman has released a one-page body language cheat sheet of psychological “tells” (PDF link) fiction writers can use to dress their characters.
(via superfluouslyquixotic)
Getting part of my Halloween costume ready. Less is more right? #tessmunster #idowhatiwant #Halloween #curvy
A) #curvy, is NOT a proper tag. I understand that we are all supposed to be pleased with our bodies, but we are also supposed to be healthy.
B) I weigh 114lbs, and even THAT is too much for me.
I’m not saying you’re fat, I am saying you should take a harder look in the mirror,
and get yourself into shape, because if you have self confidence now, you’ll have EVEN MORE if you hit the gym, eat healthy, and stay active.
C) I could not sit by and idly let this happen without saying something.
Sorry to those I offend, However, That’s life.
I refuse to be nice just because this is Tumblr.
You picked on the wrong FAT/CURVY/BIG/OBESE girl my dear. Say what you want but my confidence is through the roof despite what small minded girls like you say. Since you broke this down in bullet points for me, to make it easy for me to understand, let me do the same for you:
1) Who are you to say what I should look like or how I should feel? Perhaps I’m not the one that should look in the mirror because I’m perfectly happy with the way I look. From the way it sounds you are the one that has issues with your body: “I weigh 114lbs, and even THAT is too much for me.” If you can’t be happy at 114lbs with yourself, then clearly your weight is not your issue. But then again, IT’S NOT MY PLACE TO JUDGE YOU.
2) Speaking of “mirrors”, Remember, we are all mirror images of each other and what you don’t like in me, you see in yourself.
3) “I refuse to be nice just because this is Tumblr.” Yes, this might just be tumblr, but you should really think before you speak. You never know who you will insult, what kind of day they are having, and how would you feel if your one rude (and frankly unnecessary comment) was the one thing that pushed them over the edge?
Thank goodness I’m fat and have a thick skin to deal with such nonsense. Some other poor girl that you feel you need to ‘help’ might not be so lucky.
Do you know what horrifies me?
Not the girl in the picture. She is F I N E like damn.
But that the person who felt entitled to “call her out” is getting all kinds of support on her blog for being “honest” and “brave.”
Oh, Lord. Now we live in a world where it’s honest and brave to tell fat people that they’re fat? Was there some kind of paradigm shift that happened overnight? Because honey bunch, that is NOT the world I live in.
The world I live in is full of magazines that give you 100 tips to dress 10 pounds smaller, that suggest if you crash diet and lose 25 pounds in 2 weeks you’ll be both healthy and happier, that has shows dedicated to the dehumanization and hatred of fat people (The Biggest Loser, anyone?), that brainwashes people to believe that women need to be thin and if they’re not thin they’ve failed at everything else. This belief is so insidious and so prevalent and so toxic that some 1) 114lb girl hates herself and 2) projects that hatred onto happy fat people, and then 3) gets support for being brave and honest when she does so and someone points out that she has no right to.
I have nothing but empathy for people with body image troubles. I have them myself on the goddamn daily. And I’ve been able to develop a lot of empathy for people who feel entitled to comment on the bodies of others, because really, they’re just doing what they’ve been taught is okay to do. The stakes are so high for women — if you’re fat you’re undesirable and if you’re undesirable you’re worth nothing at all — that it’s possible to live in a constant state of fear that we’re right on the cusp of being worthless. Hell, fat people often believe they’re worthless all the time, so I can imagine the fear is there for thin people who’ve never been fat (some of them, maybe many of them) and I can imagine that fear becoming so huge that it feels like it’s small. That’s what has happened, anyway; that fear is so huge and such a massive part of our culture that it seems like it’s not even there. It’s everywhere, so you have to look hard to even see it.
So I get it. I get why people lash out, and believe that they’re just being helpful (or brave, or honest). But it’s not brave or honest to agree with a status quo that is both factually wrong and seething with hatred, both for ourselves and for others. There’s nothing brave or honest about that.
Maybe the question that you should be asking yourself, dear reader, is whether the fat girl’s really the thing you should be tearing down. Maybe, instead, that energy should be directed at the things and the people who are trying to shrink us down to nothing.
I love you, you chunky little thing.
(via buddhas-belly)
Monsanto Assault Meets Aztec Resistance
Monsanto has a map for conquering the world and Mexico is in the center of it.
For nearly two decades the transnational corporation that manufactures the pesticides used across the planet has been trying to take over the global seed market with genetically modified (GM) seed. If successful, most of the food we grow and eat would have to be purchased annually as seed from Monsanto. The mutant plants would grow up addicted to Monsanto herbicides. Local varieties would disappear, and in their place standardized, genetically modified food–doused with chemicals–would fill supermarket shelves and corner stores.
More than sixty thousand farmers and supporters from workers’ and environmental organizations marched through Mexico City on Jan. 31 to avoid this fate. It was one of the largest mobilizations to date to reject the Monsanto game plan, and it’s no coincidence that it took place in the heart of the Aztec Empire.
Olegario Carrillo, president of Mexican small farm organization UNORCA, addressed the crowd in the central plaza, “During the last 30 years, successive governments have tried to wipe us out. They’ve promoted measures to take away our lands, our water, our seeds, plant and animal varieties, traditional knowledge, markets. But we refuse to disappear.”
“For peasant farmers, GMOs represent looting and control,” he stated.
With tens of thousands of people shouting “No genetically modified corn in Mexico!” and “Monsanto get out!”, the march showed the muscle of an unusual grassroots movement to protect small farmers and consumers. It also revealed the remarkable success of decades of public education and organizing on an issue that Monsanto and other major biotech firms hoped would slide under the radar of the people most affected by it.
Read More at CIP Americas Program
Photos: Alfredo Acedo
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"Chocolate covered bacon is like butt sex."
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Kecia (keciasmethystheart)
I don’t even remember why this was said, but I guess i did.
Meet the Blogger
Name: Blackisha Jonessen
Age: 25
Birthday: My momma told me never to give that out.
Favorite book: Capt. Crunch Box. Riveting
Favorite film: Steel Magnolias
Favourite school subject: Advanced Chemistry
Favorite fictional characters: Shaft
Favorite food: 2 piece and a biscuit
Book I’m currently reading: The Unbearable lightness of being, It was a gift
Fictional character I most identify with: Jem
Favorite Song: Jungle Fever by Stevie Wonder
Celebrity Crushes: Michael Cera, and Freddie Prince Jr.
