pressed in a book

help i want to do so much

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:14:00 -0400

what do i do if i want to major in agricultural/natural resources, sustainable/environmental studies, culinary arts, photography, psychology, and foreign languages?

"Why is there very little utility to women’s clothing? Why don’t we get pockets which actually open?..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 07:53:23 -0400

“

Why is there very little utility to women’s clothing? Why don’t we get pockets which actually open? Why do we have to put up with the ‘false pockets’ that are frequently sewn onto women’s jackets and pants to give visual interest without ruining the ‘line’ of the garment? Why, when pockets are actually present, are they so rarely large, stable, or loose enough to accommodate a phone or a wallet? And why, given this is the case, do women go on to cop so much flack for carrying handbags around with them?

Oh wait. Is this one of those double standards which we feminists are always going on about; one of those innocuous little things which everybody just accepts because it is the norm?

Women carry handbags. It is known.

But why? I have watched my male friends get ready to go out. They slip their wallet into one pocket, their keys into another, their phone into a third pocket, and some of them even still have spare pockets large enough to carry a novel for the journey. Those of my friends who wear women’s clothes, though, face an entirely different situation. If they are wearing the right jeans or jacket, they may have up to two usable pockets (not at all guaranteed). However, in most cases they won’t have any pockets at all. Utility and style rarely meet in women’s fashion, so they grab a bag.

Contrary to all the jokes, most women don’t ‘have’ to leave the house with everything they pack in their day-to-day handbag. Most of the items in a woman’s everyday handbag are in there because, if she’s going to have to carry it anyway, she might as well make it worth her while. Excuse us for making use of the one useful item we find in our wardrobes.

”

- Kara, “The Feminist and the Handbag” (via athenasaurus)

seeing thousand faces some we know, some we don’t and we accept that this is just a phase of...

Wed, 15 May 2013 08:39:08 -0400

seeing thousand faces

some we know, some we don’t

and we accept that this is just a phase

of our lives; we won’t be here long

but it feels like forever

it feels like a dream

and i take it in turns

of reading or sleeping the hurt away

trying to remember who i was when i started

trying to figure out who i am now

i’ll leave when i can, but first

pretend not to notice that the girls at the table are pretending as well

i'm not your friend

Tue, 14 May 2013 13:09:28 -0400

sunday night i went to the movies with someone stupid. now he tries to walk me to my classes. when did he start thinking that we’re together or something? and how do i stop it? almost cried today; i don’t want him following me around. i want him to not talk to me or notice me or smile at me or anything.

secret photos for my secret blog (this is when susie and i were...

Wed, 08 May 2013 12:43:11 -0400

secret photos for my secret blog

(this is when susie and i were about to die from claustrophobia and the weirdest moods ever on our way back from warren wilson)

#susannathinks

Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)

Tue, 07 May 2013 09:14:56 -0400

Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody):

#susannathinks

can i just take a moment to promote this

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 13:32:59 -0400

can i just take a moment to promote this

morning after storms

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 08:53:00 -0400

well the heat it is heavy

and the morning is dark

we run to our busses

and wait to embark

you thought it was real

you thought you were safe

but morning it scared you,

and the dark you embraced

keep to yourself,

don’t look around

cause nobody sees you

and nothing is found

HOW ARE YOU A TEACHER

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 14:08:51 -0500

my history teacher thinks jack kerouac is pronounced “jack crock” and has no idea that he actually wrote books, INCLUDING ‘On the Road’ which is one of the most famous books written during the beat movement, WHICH IS WHAT WE FUCKING LEARNED ABOUT TODAY.

history class makes me want to beat myself up with a plate.

lars and the real girl

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 00:31:15 -0500

i’m not trembling because i’m shivering cold

i’m trembling because my emotions are overwhelming my voice

the tears come not because i’m sad or angry

but because i know there are beautiful things in the world that i can reach

and also some that i can’t

i know that i’m seventeen and my life is just starting

but sometimes i feel so old

like a sitting couch woman

who went through her whole life without a real reason

nothing pushing her, nothing driving her…

and she never wanted to.

but tonight i realized that there are no answers

only questions that lead to us figuring out why and who

and i love it

i’ll reach out my hand one day

and i don’t care if anyone grabs it.

it’ll just be enough that i loved myself enough to trust that someone else would too.

eternal sunshine

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 19:25:37 -0500

eternal sunshine

nevver: Stimulation

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 16:00:46 -0500

nevver:

Stimulation

i have a blog just for photos now. http://bewhoyouwantedallthetime.tumblr.com/

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 14:05:13 -0500

i have a blog just for photos now.

http://bewhoyouwantedallthetime.tumblr.com/

Photo

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 10:50:52 -0500

misandradentata: checkthatprivilege: communistfangirl: feminis...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 09:18:06 -0500

misandradentata:

checkthatprivilege:

communistfangirl:

feministrocker:

mindofgemini:

thisnoiseismusic:

Hi, there.
I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.

The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?

My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.

So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?

It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.

Stop. Victim. Blaming.

after helping my friend with her rape culture documentary all weekend, this is just what i needed to see. spread the word, people: rapists are the only ones to blame for rape.

11.12.12

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 21:30:00 -0500

hugh, hush, sound

voices all around.

i feel a slip, i fall & trip:

back to the beginning of time.

let me go!

don’t hold me so…

i’m trying to escape.

the water’s too deep,

i’ve tried, but can’t sleep;

in the mornings, my face isn’t there.

i’ve become many things,

i clutch & i cling

to roots now too slippery to hold.

now i’m alone

and robotic as stone;

my movements i cannot control.

they tell me i chose

to live a life so morose…

still, i can’t help but think

ALL ARE LIES

we are here for only a moment

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 15:19:01 -0500

like a dream,
like water,
like a shiver that runs through your spine after seeing yourself for the very first time,
the black trees whispered softy into the night.
they told each other stories from years ago when they were newborn roots growing ever upwards.
and i stopped to listen that night,
hoping to make out their hushed disconnected words suspended in the branches, unheard by everyone that looked down when they walked past
other nights i was not able to hear them,
but tonight i sat down gingerly on a
pile of brownredyellow leaves,
a soft covering on the dirt and moss
and as i gazed up i could just barely connect the sounds they made to pictures in my head.
after a few minutes i heard and understood, and as i cried something lifted me up up up
into the air
into the clouds
into the above
here is what the trees said to me (what they said to everyone who would listen)
‘this is the day you were born
this is the day you will die
tomorrow you will not live
today is the only day that exists’
and that night i died,
but the next morning was born again

religion at this point is Deist at best with a little bit of...

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 23:16:00 -0400

religion at this point is Deist at best with a little bit of Buddhism in there too.

as usual i want to climb mountains and live where there’s a river nearby i can wash clothes in. wildflowers on the kitchen table, fresh food from my top of the mountain garden. i can visualize it almost as well as i can view this everyday reality.

standing there in the graveyard while the moon sprays its...

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 16:09:00 -0400

standing there in the graveyard

while the moon sprays its fireworks in your hair

the sound of failure calls her name

she’s decided to hear it out

~Flaming Lips

"last night i met on the bus a woman with 8 children i told her about my father who was also one of 8..."

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 15:37:42 -0400

“last night i met on the bus
a woman with 8 children
i told her about my father
who was also one of 8 and grew up on a farm
in the country
“i woulda loved that”
she slurred with beer on her breath
i asked her if she was going home
she said yes she was, to her children
and i told her i was waiting for my older sister
she asked how old i was
and after i answered we talked of things that mattered
to neither of us
we weren’t really there and we both knew it
but she was going home to her 8 children”

- Clara Ruppert, 2012