the body is a form of failure.

John William Godward  (1861 –1922)

italdred:

I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at Home This dates back to 1555 When they captured the first tribe of men And piled them in a pen Fifty feet high They took em all on a 9000 mile ride And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before But read about this inside the ancient books of war Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part The devils cursed God and reversed God And turned God into dog and made people search hard No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados Tobagos, separated us from slave boats Made our own brothers hate us From Virgin Isle to Jamaica Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement You black gods become awaken

This gravestone from 1875 reads:

“Kate McCormick, Seduced and pregnant by her father’s friend, Unwed she died from abortion, her only choice, Abandoned in life and death by family, With but a single rose from her mother, Buried only through the kindness of an unknown benefactor, Died February 1875, age 21, Victim of an unforgiving society, Have mercy on us.”

Lmao I can’t stand y'all

Reblog for a smile ❤

Love thissss

BUT ACTUALLY. LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS SONG.

The Second Rape- Aus Rotten

Every 45 seconds a woman is raped Our sexist culture allows no escape This violent crime is far from obscurity When the rate of victims is one in three Society conditions men to be rapists And our indifference perpetuates it With derogatory language that tends to dehumanize Making it easier for men to victimize And the pornographic images that help portray Women as legitimate sexual prey When sexism is embedded in our judicial system It’s no surprise why the courts won’t listen And the role of attacker and survivor become distorted So the majority of rapes are never reported The threat of rape is always there It’s like a poison that saturates the air A society stricken by a cancerous disease Where men know they can do as they please You tell me the punishment for rape You tell me how much jail time it will take When one out of three women will be raped You tell me what it’s going to fucking take Do you see me in my low cut shirt Or high heel shoes or a miniskirt Woman is the victim you desire You say you can’t resist your predatory fire You tell me why I stand guilty and accused You tell me when I’m beaten and abused When it’s my body that’s been raped and defiled You tell me why I’m the one on trial Defense attorney: Do you know the man who “allegedly” attacked you? Victim: Yes, I know the man who raped me. Defense attorney: And isn’t this gentleman a friend of yours? Victim: Well, I thought he was a friend of mine. Defense attorney: And were you drinking that night he “allegedly” attacked you? Victim: I had a drink or two but is that a crime? Defense attorney: I’ll ask the questions if you don’t mind! -What were you wearing? How did you act? Victim: My wardrobe is not a reason for some guy to attack. -I didn’t act in any way to bring this on. Why am I on trail? What did I do wrong? Defense attorney: Could you tell the jury why you let this happen? Victim: I was in shock. I couldn’t stop him. Defense attorney: You claim that you were raped but how do we know? Victim: I said no, I said no, I said no, no, no! Defense attorney: Isn’t it true you’re just a woman scorned? Victim: I’m a woman who’s been raped and torn. Defense attorney: Your honor, I demand that this case be dismissed, -it all comes down to her word against his! I may not have bruises all over my body I may have been drinking while at the party But when I went to his room I never would have guessed That he would force my no to mean a yes You tell me why I’m guilty of this crime You tell me why the responsibility is mine When women suffer a second rape during trial Courts help rapists to violate and defile

“The Black King” (2015)

Soviet space dogs

😢 ❤️ 👏🏽

I love how he let him cry, told him, “We cry as men” and didn’t hit him with the whole, “Big boys don’t cry” mess. That was lovely. 

YESSSS

How many people had their lives ruined? How many killed by cops? How many wives lost husbands to prison, how many fathers lost daughters? #Hate it!

The actual article source, for anyone wanting the reference.

Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994)

my fucking heart

A NYC grad student working on food stamps for her thesis has released a free cookbook for those living on $4/day.

SIG NAL BOO OO OO OOOST

hello

oooooh this is so nice!

I believe it’s important to eat well, even when you’re strapped for cash. It’s good for your health and energy! This cookbook is full of delicious and healthy recipes, the ingredients of which are fairly inexpensive.

I ACKNOWLEDGE THIS WOMAN AS A FELLOW WARRIOR AND A FANTASTIC HUMAN BEING. 

Boost so hard. Feeding yourself well is a challenge when you”ve got little income

I HAVE BEEN USING THIS COOKBOOK FOR MONTHS AND IT’S AMAZING 100/10 RECOMMENDING EVERYWHERE

(just to give you an idea, my food budget is 30 euro/week at most [about $38] and I have to maintain a healthy diet due to weird medication side-effects and yeah, basically this book is a lifesaver if you’re broke but need to watch what you’re eating)

Reblog to save a life. Because it’s easy to find food for $4/day, but most of it tends to be garden variety junkfood

I kinda think this PDF should be printed and distributed at all grocery stores. Right next to the pamphlet about the WIC program.

Because all the ingredients are food stamp / WIC approved. 

Even in Kansas and WI after their BS

I have been known to give it out to moms I meet at the store trying to figure the system out. They have phones, I text the URL to them, the look on their faces as they open the PDF is awesome. The ‘OMG, I can do this.’ look. 

Play this on a continuous loop at my funeral.

“She committed suicide a week prior to our thirtieth anniversary. Our oldest daughter had died of leukemia a couple years earlier. Holly took it extra hard. We drifted apart. We’d parse our words. Nothing was natural anymore: ‘Do we talk this way?’ ‘Do we laugh at this moment?’ ‘ Do we even have a right to laugh?’ But I still thought we were doing OK. Things weren’t like they used to be. But I still thought things were OK. We rented a hotel room for our thirtieth anniversary. I was supposed to meet her there after work. She overdosed on pills before I got there. I don’t know why she did it that way. She said in her note that she wasn’t angry, but I don’t know why she did it that way. I fell apart. I started drinking a lot and doing cocaine. I lost my job. One day I was giving a presentation after being up all night on drugs, and I just started hallucinating. I thought one of the clients was Holly. I stopped the presentation and started calling her name. The company was nice about it. They gave me a nice severance package. But I gave all the money to my kids. I’ve been on the streets ever since. It’s been eight years. My kids have tried to give me the money back but I won’t take it. I ride the subways at night. If it’s warm enough, I sleep on a bench. I read a little. I write a little. I go to the soup line in the morning. I’m just existing. I wasn’t a good husband. I wasn’t a good father. And now I’m doing penance.”

The hero we needed and wanted.