"I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selfies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages"
- b.e. fitzgerald (via crackademia)
Anonymous asked:
White people don't experience racism because they are in a position of power based on race and cannot suffer disadvantages based on this. Oppression is systemic. There's no way an oppressed class can oppress it's oppressor.

yeah see previous anon?? (u could have messaged someone a lot argumentative and articulate than me) but yeah you could be offended (no ones saying your feelings are invalid) but you can’t label white ppl jokes as racism

Anonymous asked:
So what I'm getting is, it's not okay to be racist towards black people, but it is okay to be racist towards white people? I know everyone finds it ridiculous when a white person gets offended at something that may be racist towards them because of what black people go through, but that doesn't make it okay. At all. EQUAL RESPECT= no racism on either side. I understand some of these posts about "stupid white people things" are jokes, but both black and white people ARE PEOPLE.


Okay I don’t know where this message came from I didn’t reblog anything race related/problematic in a while??? I don’t wanna have a discussion rn I’m at my boyfriends house I’ll try and get back to this tomorrow

ok he went to buy pizza
but idk I feel like you can’t compare jokes to racism??? prejudice perhaps but I think it’s different than poc jokes cause poc jokes can actual make stereotypes that can affect us getting jobs, applying to schools, and just living??? like I highly doubt a job won’t hire a white person over sketchers or rhythmless dancing but if people on the internet are cracking up over Daquan jokes (which is supposed to represent the stereotypical black man) then real black men won’t be taken srsly irl