“Just because there is one black man in the White House, doesn’t make up for the fact that there are one million black men in the Big House.”
—Angela Davis, speaking at Appalachian State University, January 24, 2012. (via anegroking)
March 2012
25 posts
February 2012
37 posts
W$rk.
This morning was certainly a reminder of the fact that working for people fucking sucks. The way that people in charge always talk down to me is not ok.
It’s like they’re intentionally disrespecting you, because they know that you’re not going to get testy with them back…because you need the job to pay your bills. & I hate it. I wanted to sock my boss in the fucking face this morning, & couldn’t. All I could say was, “I understand.” I almost started crying. Like, tears of fucking anger, it wasn’t on no bitch shit.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that all people in all levels of power that act like snooty cunts, were at one point in time picked on & treated like shit by their peers…& employing me is obviously their way of getting back at society.
No work tomorrow because of class, which is a good thing because I probably would’ve ended up Columbine-ing that bitch… but I’m going in Thursday all day, so we will see.
“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee..”’ hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carring on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together… .”
—Charles Bukowski (Women)
“Money is like sex. It seems much more important when you don’t have any.”
—Charles Bukowski (via casket-case)
The Ex.
Tears of joy, because finally a love that was lost, is closed. I don’t understand how some people can remain good friends after a break-up…but I don’t hate him anymore. & as he laid next to me in my bed last night, all I could think about was how hot it was with two people in my small ass apartment. He was boring. I found little interest in the things he had to say. I didn’t feel the need to tell him I loved him, because I felt like I didn’t. The only thing I felt necessary to say afterwards was that I was sorry for being so stand-offish…I just didn’t want him to think I thought it was anymore than what it really was, like I tended to do in the past. Being around him was awkward, the sex was amazing, but I felt no emotional attachment. If there was any emotion that was felt it was nausea, from feeling like there was nothing really to say. His company was enjoyed, but it was not missed. There was no urge to stop him from leaving this morning, I felt more complete when he was gone.
I am over him, & his penis….but I don’t mind it ever so often. I want him to know how good I’m doing….how alright I am without him. I’m not angry at him, but I might be spiteful. I still wish him the best.
It feels good to know that I would never go back to him in that kind of way.
“We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is practiced in broad daylight.”
—John Lennon (via oceanofmind)
Heartbeat
Nneka
How will you ever wake her up when she is deep in her dreams?
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.”
Social distance.
“So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via hanahyorke)
Rejection.
I’ve never been so fucking intrigued by someone who has made it blatantly clear that they will not involve their self with me. I can just tell that he is so fucking intelligent, we would probably have the most stimulating arguments. He’s attracted to me & everything, why can’t I be 14 years older :( & I have a gut feeling that he is very well endowed, I just KNOOOOWWWWWW it.
I respect everything he said. Shits hard, shits real. & I’m just going to be persistent. He’s going to want it soon enough, & I’m going to give it. All of it. Yes.
Back to studying.
Listen
Maybe get rid of you, & then I’ll get back to me…
I really want to do something different with my hair. Base color dark black, with some kind of golden tints running through it. Pressed out. Ends, snipped. Just a thought.
