Inside us Only Stars

Above us only stars. Below us only stars. To all sides only stars.

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a breakup letter to stanford university

returnthegayze:

you are eighteen — give or take a few

shots of espresso and one night stands —

and you are sandwiched in the backseat

of the car with the six suitcases you somehow convinced your mother

to let you pack for college — let’s call it,

being upfront to your roommate that you are

coming with baggage


and you never were one for cliches, but you felt

part of something bigger than yourself,

your parents - called it “becoming an adult”

but you called it staying out past your bedtime dancing

called it holding his hand on the street,

called it safe, and sometimes even

freedom


your peers thought you were endearing

for holding onto the y’alls and fixin to’s   —

the relics from your past that you

somehow managed to fit inside,

along with all of their new advice like:

do not eat with your hands, like

do not speak about things that interest you unless you are in a classroom,

like do not speak out,

like do not


so you believed

that this was the way things were supposed to be:

sitting in lecture and mistaking your pulse for a sign of life

mistaking school as an education


now you are twenty one years old

and your grandparents cannot come to graduation

but they tell you that they are so proud of you

that they came to this country and worked here

for this moment — their dandelion seed somehow blown

across the ocean and blooming into a man,

receiving a degree from an elite university

untying his noose and re-tying it as a bow tie

this is how you disguise a skin with a suit

this is how you make brown beautiful


and you smile, the most marketable skill you have learned at stanford:

for they have not taught you to be fluent in the truth

that you have spent the past four years making caves in library basements,

trying to find more excuses not to drop out

that you have spent more time

running away from this campus then letting it teach you how to forget yourself


my university tells me that I have received a degree with distinction

but they will award the same diploma to the boy next to me: the one with one letter

and six figures away from me,

the one who invited a war criminal to speak at dinner sophomore year and called her

“an inspiration,” the one who just accepted a job offer with a business

that left hundreds of thousands of people starving, but at least hires gay people and liked the format of his resume —

the way that the blank parts are so beautiful like the silence

necessary to graduate from a university where we are assigned so much reading that

we forget how to speak, forget how to feel, graduate from a university

where we forget how to poor, forget how to brown, forget how to human


i received an email that our class has

selected mayor bloomberg to be our keynote speaker —

the man who encourages the police to stop and frisk our

brothers in new york and hide them in cages disguised as justice:

who needs papers when our bodies are already the evidence?

the man who tells the press that there are no homeless people in new york because he drowned them all in Sandy or paid them minimum wage to shine his shoes,

dick, and ego all at the same time (let’s call it, efficiency)


It makes so much sense:

the way this university has taught us that our hearts are only

useful if we can sell each beat for a profit:

STOPS its public service with the Haas Center

and FRISKS the activists for more results

STOPS its  education at the demonstrations

and FRISKS the keynotes for tips on how to steal the world


they tell me that i am surrounded by our future leaders

who will clap so hard when bloomberg finishes his speech

because maybe if they are loud enough

they will not hear the growing pains of

our dreams becoming dictators

beliefs becoming bloombergs


So at the ceremony when you see me crying I will pretend that you understand.

So when you post photos from your new office view, your five star restaurants, I will pretend that you understand why I am not there

And when you refuse to see me

And when you refuse to see us

Like Bloomberg and Condoleeza, and all the other bullies you

wanted to become in middle school

Like Hennessey, and Blair, and all the other white men who

designed your curriculum — I mean this empire — and disguised it as an education


We will be outside burning our degrees to keep warm,

But, we, we will finally be happy

Without you.

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erinthesails:

the habitual rebranding of non-white people/queer people/women fighting for their own rights as “SJWs” and then attacking this now-genderless/sexless/orientationless/raceless and therefore inoffensive, impersonal mass of humanity is one of the more ingenious forms of bigotry i’ve seen people get away with

(via lookatthisfuckingoppressor)

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Levels of Tumblr.

ficcyshit:

egoraptoir:

helioscentrifuge:

1 follower = egg

10-40 followers = hatchling

50-99 followers = baby dragon

100-349 followers = dragon

350-500 followers = still a dragon

501-799 followers =  mega dragon

800- 4,999 followers = super hella dragon

5000+ followers = UNHOLY OFFSPRING OF LIGHTNING AND DEATH 

These are the legit numbers.

im a mega dragon hoh yes

I’m about to evolve! Into…

still a dragon.

…Okay.

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So for this job offer it feels like I am in middle school and i got passed a note that’s like “do you like me?” And there are two boxes labeled ‘yes’ and one little one labeled ‘no’, and then i had to draw another box and lable it ‘maybe’ and checked that one instead.

Filed under le post c'est moi personal did that metaphor hang together? it's nice to know that i will have a job for sure this summer but oh my god this camp wants to hire me so bad the director was emailing way during not business how that how was supposed to be hours but i am not going back to redo that tag fuck that but actually it was 9 at night her time

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"WOULD ANY SANE PERSON think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?
Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.
Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.
…Personal change doesn’t equal social change.”
— Derrick Jensen | Forget Shorter Showers: Why Personal Changes Does Not Equal Political Change

"WOULD ANY SANE PERSON think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?

Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.

Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.

…Personal change doesn’t equal social change.”

Derrick Jensen | Forget Shorter Showers: Why Personal Changes Does Not Equal Political Change

(Source: america-wakiewakie, via soyonscruels)

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