under the mango tree.

s-e-r-e-n-a-d-e:

"love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation" - Gibran Khalil Gibran

s-e-r-e-n-a-d-e:

"love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation" - Gibran Khalil Gibran

browngirlblues:

thepeoplesrecord:

Columbia student will carry her mattress until her rapist exits school
September 2, 2014

While most students at Columbia University will spend the first day of classes carrying backpacks and books, Emma Sulkowicz will start her semester on Tuesday with a far heavier burden. The senior plans on carrying an extra-long, twin-size mattress across the quad and through each New York City building – to every class, every day – until the man she says raped her moves off campus.

“I was raped in my own bed,” Sulkowicz told me the other day, as she was gearing up to head back to school in this, the year American colleges are finally, supposedly, ready to do something about sexual assault. “I could have taken my pillow, but I want people to see how it weighs down a person to be ignored by the school administration and harassed by police.”

Sulkowicz is one of three women who made complaints to Columbia against the same fellow senior, who was found “not responsible” in all three cases. She also filed a police report, but Sulkowicz was treated abysmally – by the cops, and by a Columbia disciplinary panel so uneducated about the scourge of campus violence that one panelist asked how it was possible to be anally raped without lubrication.

So Sulkowicz joined a federal complaint in April over Columbia’s mishandling of sexual misconduct cases, and she will will hoist that mattress on her shoulders as part savvy activism, part performance art. “The administration can end the piece, by expelling him,” she says, “or he can, by leaving campus.”

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As painful as I know the constant reminder of attending school with her rapist must be, I’m glad she won’t be the only one forced to remember. I hope the rapist drops out immediately…or better yet, I hope he faces the justice he deserves. 

This is the length women have to go through to be heard

(via izzyastronaut)

yomallory:

White privilege is being able to shoot up a movie theater and leave alive in the back of a cop car. It’s driving around in the BMW daddy bought you killing because you felt you were entitled to women’s bodies & afterwards the media painting you as not a criminal but rather a poor sad situation of a person suffering from mental health issues.

But if you are a PoC you’re one trip to the corner store and a warning shot to the back of the head away from being a hash tag on tumblr.

(Source: bitchcrvftt, via izzyastronaut)

likeafieldmouse:

Christian Weber - Speak and Spell (2012)

"A fascination with Eastern spirituality led Weber to work on Speak and Spell, a series of photographs that examines human gesture.”

1. Suggesting Astonishment

2. Adoration

3. Holding Fingers Open to Grasp a Weapon

4. Instruction by Silence

5. Beckoning to Bestow

6. Assuring Protection

…..

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. —Charles Dickens

(via thejunglefish)

Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.

—Rumi (via thejunglefish)

(Source: hqlines, via thejunglefish)

How I’ve missed how you threw your head back in your thunderous laughter. Your laughter that could scatter the stars in the night sky.

Regina Spektor

—Us

radtracks:

us // regina spektor

we’re living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we’re living in a den of thieves
and it’s contagious

  • east coasters: i drove through 17 states on the way to work
  • west coasters: i can't see through all of this marijuana smoke.....
  • Midwesterners: I haven't left a 20 mile radius in 2 years
  • floridians: please help me there are so many oranges they are attacki-

The last time I laid my eyes upon you
You were blowing kisses
And I was waiting in the car.
Something had died
Yet everything around
kept turning.
I don’t even know where you are.
Somewhere along the line
We lost our horizon.
I’ve been roaming around
Up and down
To no avail.
Someday I hope to find the
Horizon.

Falling For You ~ The 1975 (Acoustic Cover)