I wish I could eat all the people I don’t like and flush them down the toilet hahaha their like demons you can’t escape from.
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I wish I could eat all the people I don’t like and flush them down the toilet hahaha their like demons you can’t escape from.
(Source: wonderwomanzombie)
Today was such a confusing day for me. Ahhhh, now that I think about it, that was a really stupid reason to get mad.
Tonight I will be decapitated.
One of the ironies of white racial identity is that white Americans tend to see themselves in non-racial terms, as the norm against which all other groups are compared. This perception of whiteness as “normal” distances all other groups and reinforces the power relationships that have been imbedded in U.S. society since colonial days. Whites regard themselves as “just people” and see only “others” as having race.
For example, in casual discussions and everyday conversations, whites often mention the race of non-whites, even when racial identities are not relevant to the story. For example, a white American might say, “This black guy asked me for directions to city hall,” identifying race even though it plays no particular role in the anecdote. When people are not identified by their race (“This guy asked me for directions to city hall.”), the assumption is that they are white: normal people who need not further description.
This view places whites in a highly privileged status. “Other people are raced, we are just people”…. There is no more powerful position than that of being ‘just’ human. The claim to power is the claim to speak for the commonality of humanity. Raced people can’t do that—they only speak for their own race.
Just as whites tend to be unaware of their racial identity, they also tend to be unaware of the privileges that attend “whiteness.” Sociologist Peggy McIntosh notes that whites (like men) are reluctant to acknowledge their privilege vis-à-vis non-whites (women). This denial is a way of protecting the privilege—if it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t have to be explained, examined, or defended.
Joseph F. Healey, Diversity and Society: Race, Ethnicity, and Gender (via humanformat)
This person should just shut up. I understand that white people will always think they are the superior race, but if you examine them closely enough..they are just filled with their own insecurities. I love black people! They’re comfortable with who they are. I thought this article explained the way I feel sometimes. Just felt like ranting:p
I touch your mouth. I touch the edge of your mouth with my finger, I am drawing it as if it were something my hand was sketching. Just as if it were the first time your mouth opened a little, and all I have to do is close my eyes to erase it and start all over again.
Every time I can make the mouth I want appear, my hand sketches your face and I can see it clearly. And by which some chance that I do not seek to understand the coincides of how you smile at me, I still smile back hoping that everything is ok.
You look at me, from up close, you look at me, closer and closer, our eyes get larger until they merge into one blending as they breathe. Our mouths touch and struggle in gentle warmth, biting each other with our lips, barely holding out tongues on our teeth, playing in corners where heavy air comes and goes with a nice scent of your cologne and the only sound audible is of our lips locking and re locking. Then my hands go to sink into your hair, to cherish slowly the depth of your hair while we kiss as if our mouths were filled with flowers or with fish, with lively movements and dark fragrance.
And if we bite each other the pain is sweet, and if we smother each other in a brief and terrible sucking in together of our breaths, that momentary death is beautiful. And we become like blood and chocolate. And there is but one saliva and one flavor of ripe fruit, and I feel you tremble against me like a moon on the water.
Death Angel will be playing at the Ventura Theater on Sunday, May 6th.
I’m really looking forward to it.
I hope it gives me a chance to set things straight with someone.