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What was I? What am I now?

What was I? What am I now?

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Apr 25, 2012

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Apr 25, 2012

adayume:

Dear Deer Relations by ~seealrun

Apr 25, 2012

I used to be so alive

And fearless. And perfect.

I was perfect at 15.

Apr 20, 2012

cabbagingcove: Today in History - April 20 Billie Holiday records Strange Fruit, 1939. Noted as the first major rallying cry for the Civil Rights movement, Strange Fruit was a poem originally written by Abel Meeropol, and first performed by his wife and singer Laura Duncan, at protest venues in New York City. However, it wasn’t until Billie Holiday recorded the song for Commodore Records that it became a major hit. Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop. Image by TerryBlasBiography at JAZZ: A Film By Ken Burns on PBS.

cabbagingcove:

Today in History - April 20

Billie Holiday records Strange Fruit, 1939.

Noted as the first major rallying cry for the Civil Rights movement, Strange Fruit was a poem originally written by Abel Meeropol, and first performed by his wife and singer Laura Duncan, at protest venues in New York City. However, it wasn’t until Billie Holiday recorded the song for Commodore Records that it became a major hit.

Southern trees bear strange fruit, 
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, 
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
 Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south, 
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, 
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, 
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, 
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, 
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, 
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Image by TerryBlas
Biography at JAZZ: A Film By Ken Burns on PBS.

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Apr 20, 2012

Game of Thrones House Posters

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Apr 20, 2012

Setting fire to our insides for fun / Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home

It was a flood that wrecked this home. 

Sorry I’ve dropped off the radar this past weekend. I haven’t been eating very well and it’s taken me a few days to get back on track. And when I feel bad about my eating I don’t like coming on tumblr… it makes me feel some combination of guilt, shame, desire to do more—none of those things (except the last) feel especially good.

I haven’t weight lifted in a few weeks and I really want to get back to it, but midterm season has started and it’s getting harder to carve out a time to go to the gym. That’s just an excuse though—if I planned my time better and was truly dedicated, I’d get it done.

It’s been a good week so far though. 

My next goal: absolutely zero muffin top in my black jeans. I should take a BEFORE picture.

One of my regrets is not taking a BEFORE picture back in December, so I’d have something visually to compare to now. 

Apr 18, 2012

barryyouasshole:

why can’t i take my computer in the shower yet

it’s 2012

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Apr 18, 2012

∞ house of bones: to do list, 4/18:be kind to yourself. taking pride in self...

house-of-bones:

to do list, 4/18:

  • be kind to yourself. taking pride in self depravation is dangerous. and ultimately, your refusal to listen to yourself is completely destructive.
  • remember the chain reaction of the past, present, future. future is dictated by present.
  • taking it slow and inaction are…

Apr 18, 2012

naturepunk: Howl by *Kodacat

naturepunk:

Howl by *Kodacat

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Apr 17, 2012

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