A nineteen year old thought machine with voluntary insomnia, a need to travel, and a bad case of the "Rhyme-a-lots".
My organs glow in the dark.


Thank you all for the kind juju! I’m now the newest employee at whole foods market😍 Finally my San Francisco life is starting to fall together nicely.

I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.
Toni Morrison (via medievalpoc)

(via puchamadre)

I just gave myself an intense pep talk in preparation for my interview at whole foods tomorrow
and damn…
now i feel like Beyoncé


Cliff at Grainval near Fecamp, 1881
Claude Monet

Tonight I send all my love to Nicole Felix.


From Opus mago-cabalisticum et theologicum by George von Welling, 1719.
i’m in the library, trying to read about feminist poetry while ignoring the overwhelming urge to curl up in the sunlit corner and take a nap. It’s been over a month since my sleep schedule was even remotely normal. I’ve always been a voluntary insomniac, but staying up past two every night is taking it’s toll. At least it leads me to make things like these.

"It was March 5th, 1988. There was a prayer festival that day, so we thought it would be a good day to protest. It was entirely peaceful. We were only shouting three things: ‘Long live Dalai Lama,’ ‘Free Tibet,’ and ‘Bring Dalai Lama Back to Tibet.’ First they fired tear gas, and then they started shooting. A girl standing next to me got shot in the heart. We ran into the temple, but they came in and kept shooting. I saw three young boys get thrown off the roof. I was shot, but I managed to escape, and two Tibetan doctors helped remove the bullet. One of the doctors worked for the Chinese army, but she still helped me as a Tibetan. Soon there were posters of me hanging up all over town. They said I was a dangerous monk. My friends dressed me in women’s clothes. For a week, I wore lipstick and rings and long hair. But at one point I tried to visit my mother, and that is when they found me."
(Dharamshala, India)

These issues can no longer be ignored.
Humanity, you’re failing me right now.

TW: rape (and dumbasses)

I just felt my level of faith in the world sink to terrifyingly new depths after reading the Facebook comments about the use of the word “rape” in Funny or Die’s Rugrats themed video.

Seriously, where do all these ignorant people come from? How did they end up on our nice little planet earth, hellbent on destroying every pleasant thing on it. Rape is not funny. Rape never has been funny. Rape will never be funny, no matter what context the word is used in.

That right there, folks, is what you call an absolute-universal-don’t-fucking-argue-with-me-truth.

Louis Armstrong plays for his wife, Lucille, in front of the Sphinx and Great pyramids in Giza, Egypt, 1961.