To the extent that the word ‘desegregation’ remains in our vocabulary, it describes an antique principle, not a current priority. Today, we are more likely to talk of diversity—but diversification and desegregation are not the same undertaking. To speak of diversity, in light of this country’s history of racial recidivism, is to focus on bringing ethnic variety to largely white institutions, rather than dismantling the structures that made them so white to begin with.

Jelani Cobb on the failure of desegregation:

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For my photography class I did series of self-portraits in which I attempted to portray culture and counterculture for the past 10 decades. This is the product of that idea…

this is SO COOL oh man

I want all my secrets back
six word story (via gracefully-found)

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Can I call home the base of your spine
Or your ribcage
Or the sides of your skin leading up to your armpits?
Can I call underneath your skin
The booming heart inside your chest

a.e.l (via takealeap-offaith-withme)


Why swim with dolphins when you can swim with these adorable wild pigs in the Bahamas.

There’s a paradox in thinking that you’re better than other girls, when your whole reason for feeling that way is because you think your gender is so inherently inferior that you want to dis-identify with being a girl altogether.

More Than Words: Tomboys R Us

THIS whenever some girl brags about being “one of the boys” or says something like “I’m not like other girls, I LOVE [stereotypically masculine thing].” (via giraffodill)


i overheard a lady on the phone say this a couple months ago:

you can (should?) simplify your life, but it’s not truly simplifying if you’re encumbering others in the process

I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.
Roald Dahl (via isawtoday)

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this shit gives me the feels every time i see it on my dash

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April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via welcometomykarass)

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