Hello people. I'm a 16 year old person who likes reblogging anything I like, so it's basically; puns, equality, human rights and animals. I also sometimes post stupid personal stuff so that's a thing. If you need anything tagged just shoot me an ask and I'll get right on it
He is taking a course on Marxist ideology.
He says, “The only real solution is to smash the system and start again.”
His thumb is caressing the most bourgeois copy of the communist manifesto that I have ever seen,
He bought it at Barnes and Noble for twenty-nine U.S. American dollars and ninety-nine cents,
Its hard cover shows a dark man with a scarved face
Waving a gigantic red flag against a fictional smoky background.
The matte finish is fucking gorgeous.
He wants to be congratulated for paying Harvard sixty thousand dollars
To teach him that the system is unfair.
He pulls his iPhone from his imported Marino wool jacket, and leaves.
What people can’t possibly tell from the footage on TV
Is that the water cannon feels like getting whipped with a burning switch.
Where I come from, they fill it with sewer water and hope that they get you in the face with your mouth open
So that the hepatitis will keep you in bed for the next protest.
What you can’t tell from Harvard square,
Is that when the tear gas bursts from nowhere to everywhere all at once,
It scrapes your insides like barbed wire, sawing at your lungs.
Tear gas is such a benign term for it,
If you have never breathed it in you would think it was a nostalgic experience.
What you can’t learn at Barnes and Noble,
Is that when they rush you, survival is to run,
I am never as fast as when the police are chasing me.
I know what happens to women in the holding cells down there and yet…
We still do it.
I inherited my communist manifesto,
It has no cover—
Because my mother ripped it off when she hid it in the dust jacket of “Don Quixote”
The day before the soldiers destroyed her apartment,
Looking for subversive propaganda.
She burned the cover, could not bring herself to burn the pages,
Hoped to God the soldiers couldn’t read,
They never found it.
So she was not killed for it, but her body bore the scars of the torture chamber,
For wanting her children to have a better life than she did,
Don’t talk to me about revolution.
I know what the price of smashing the system really is, my people already tried that.
The price of uprise is paid in blood,
And not Harvard blood.
The blood that ran through the streets of Santiago,
The blood thrown alive from Argentine helicopters into the Atlantic.
It is easy to say “revolution” from the comfort of a New England library.
It is easy to offer flesh to the cause,
When it is not yours to give.
Catalina Ferro, “Manifesto” (via dialecticsof)
I feel like people do need to remember that there is a very real, very painful, very human element to the word “revolution”.
new favourite insults:
- absolute bagel
- useless paperclip
- first bread slice
- yellow marker that was used to colour over something dark and now colours a really distressing muddy yellowish-brown
- tangled headphone cord
- ketchup pre-cum
ah, but don’t forget:
- jar of expired mayonnaise
- nash grier
dried up sink sponge
Worldbending | North America (Tarahumara; Hochunk; Tohono O’odham; Potawatomi.)
"PALESTINIAN GIRL, YOUNGEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD"
"When someone enrols in the medicine school that one of the longest schooling required profession, by the time they finish school they will be around 30-or at least on their late 20s. But not for this girl; Eqbal Asa’d is a Palestinian Muslim woman that started the Medicine school when she was just 14 years old, ‘myhijab.info’ reports. Asa’d got her Bachelor degree in Medicine with Honors and was set by the Guinness World Records as the youngest doctor in the World, according to the report. She has been signed to go to Ohio, U.S to continue her education even further and become a Pediatrician." - Source
YOU GUYS SHE IS THE YOUNGEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD. SHE IS A FEMALE, A MUSLIM AND A MINORITY. AND SHE IS THE YOUNGEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD.
WHY ARE WE NOT HEARING MORE ABOUT HER?
*Breathes in* Fiv—Oh nope…
*Piano keeps playing*
*Breathes in* Fiv—
*Piano continues* Fiv-
FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED MINUTES
never forget it was katara who defeated azula — a fucking firebending prodigy — on the day of sozin’s comet when all firebenders were at their most powerful
I’ve come to the conclusion that Sam and Dean would take one look at Night Vale and burn it to the ground, civilians be damned.
i’ve come to the conclusion sam and dean would drive into night vale and spontaneously combust from being exposed to sexual and racial diversity and women who don’t die within a week
rest in peace you fucking toilet cover
Do you think Sully was caught, killed, shaved, had his fur turned into a toilet seat cover, and had his body experimented on, all because he was trying to visit Boo at the end of Monsters, Inc.?
It would explain why there was a prequel and not a sequel…
I think it’s more likely that he visited Boo, and did so frequently as she grew up, and everything was cool. And then there came a point where she moved out and he couldn’t visit her anymore. But what he didn’t know was that she was at college majoring in interior designing, and would make tons of money off of stuff influenced by Sully and the monster world in general.
So instead of him dying because of his affections for her, he influenced her future and helped her become successful when she grew up.