students of macabre

Dear jack is a letter to her friend .....who raped her And i don't know how to say it But literature wise it's a gorgeous piece But the pain .....oh lord

Hey guys. So as a Woman, that really avoids "men vs women" kinda conversations cause they're sooo pointless, I'm trying a different approach for the genuine, open minded and immediately triggered lemayhonu sewoch. A lot of us live in a good pocket, tech, creative circles, liberal spaces, where things can honestly look fine for women. We pick our friends, our rooms, the people we keep close, and inside that it's easy to think it's mostly solved. But there are mindsets that follow each of us everywhere. Even me, and many women. For men that don't have our experience demo it's easier for that mindset to slip in as something that's okay. From this "safe bubble" sinweta demo the world (including other women) are there to put us down in many ways. So I wrote a piece as a picture, not a lecture, so you could actually feel what it's like to move through the world as a woman, inside the bubble and out of it. Including what the so-called 'man-hater' is really reacting to, because it isn't hate, even when it sounds like it.

One Day Left || A Short Film About Mental Health and Suicide https://youtube.com/watch?v=QhXc5CYgxSE&si=7wF2QlaXX90IyEd4

Good morning fellow humans

Goodnight fellow humans

My first introduction to language (linguistic) was Noam Chomsky and ......Chomsky isn't for beginners for real The book is dense and hard .......i bore myself to death and didn't understand anything But now i got a new one, a good book .....i am reading John McWhorter and my first thought was "wow, language is actually fun???" I am loving this one እስካሁን Note to self : pick the right book first (right as in easy)

I know the title is interesting fellow humans Read it though It's a good piece

🎧 Album title: Happy Moods 👤 Artist: Ahmad Jamal 📅 Release date: 07-01-1960 🎵 Total tracks: 10 ⏱️ Duration: 37min 🎼 Genre: Jazz 🏢 Label: Verve Reissues

Maya Angelou - Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like suns and like moons, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

Good morning fellow humans

Goodnight fellow humans

It's a lonely cycle.....wanting love, but pushing it away the second it arrives because you feel like a chore. You push people away because you are afraid of being a burden.

Hermits1 https://youtube.com/watch?v=WpqaI_Py_zc&si=-77mQKURTNHCvZAN