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"i have never understood.
will
probably never understand.
the white mans lust
to eat the world.
to eat the universe. (mars is next)
why he was born with such a rabid
starvation.
why he feigns for power
like
crack rock. doing everything. and anything.
to have it.
no matter how deranged.
why he is in so much pain
he needs to rip the roots of happiness
from the earth
and
burn them into
his smile.
what happened in his relationship with our mother.
that he needs to set a person on fire.
watch them burn.
to
feel powerful.
not every white man
is
born this way,
but,
it stands to remain
there are many
who
are."
written by Nayyirah Waheed
red-lipstick:

Wolf Erlbruch (b. 1948,  Wuppertal, Germany) - Illustration from Duck, Death and the Tulip (German title: Ente, Tod und Tulpe), 2007     Book Illustrations
 

Rudolf Bonvie - From ‘Dialog’, 1977
 
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Anders Holmberg Gorgén (Bersa), Gypsy Goa, 1990
"every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you."
written by to fathers with daughtersrupi kaur
penabranca:

Flashbacks from the Atacama
My car wouldn’t start up this morning so I went pomegranate pickin’
My best friend came over the night before to make food. She was the one that always predicted that him and I would be together. She was the one that kept pushing it when I was in doubt. She knew. Everyone knew, really. Anyone that saw us interact didn’t seem phased when we decided to be together. It was as if they were just waiting. As if it was just a matter of time. I took him to a park that overlooked the sea, a park I used to walk around with nana in and a place I would run to at night with music blasting into my ears when life seemed like too much. I took him there because it was calm and hidden away. The rest of the day became just like every other day in our life together, coffee & beer, long conversations, questioning everything, random bursts of affection, all while holding hands through it all. There was a moment last night where we were looking at all the photos in his phone and there wasn’t one I didn’t know the story of. We realize we share our everyday so mindlessly with each other that we don’t even notice it. It just feels like small, minuscule life details, when in reality all those pieces are what have added up to become our life. Not just individually, but our life together as well. It was an amazing moment because it was when I realized that though we started off as friends and then became more the foundation of our relationship is the fact that we are best friends. I’ve always wanted that. I think a lot of people do. And strangely enough it’s come to me without ever realizing it. Today is the girl who taught me how to be a best friend birthday, and weirdly enough, it’s this guys birthday today too. July 27th, you’ve become the world to me. Happy birthday to my Ali and to my pilar. I wouldn’t be this person without the two of you.