Parenthood is not like being a surgeon; it is the other way around. The child is the knife and you are the wound. The child finds fifty different ways to puncture you and draw blood out of your heart. Afterward nothing is the same.”

“Better.” Mehaan must have observed that interview live, part of the screening process. “Surgery is for healing.” For carving away the falsity of birth-skin.

“Not always. And operations can fail, leaving you amputated or broken. Irreparably so. Parenthood isn’t a self-improvement course.
Autodidact by Benjanun Sriduangkaew
Self destruct one brush at a time…

Self destruct one brush at a time…

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Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.

Kahlil Gibran  (via thestylishgypsy)

I try hard to believe this, but it’s not enough because the matrix must be rebirthed…

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There are three classes of people: those who see, those who see when they are shown, those who do not see. — Leonardo da Vinci (via observando)

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The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it — basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them. — Charles Bukowski  (via thestylishgypsy)

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gohoneycocolove:

What Really Happened in the Congo: Belgium’s ‘Heart of Darkness’

Leopold famously said when he was forced to hand over the Congo Free State to the Belgian nation: “I will give them my Congo but they have no right to know what I have done there,” and proceeded to burn archives.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/belgium-confronts-its-heart-of-darkness-6151923.html

Did y’all know about this?

The hatred that I have for this man should have sent me straight to hell back and forth. A vendetta should be started, any bloodline associated with Leopold should be…I need (black) Jesus!!

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Hong Chun Zhang

1. My Grandmother’s Cage

The cage represents the patriarchal society that kept women bound to the private space within the home. Grandmother also had bound feet. The practice that crushed the bones and deformed the feet of young girls so they can have the outward appearance tiny delicate feet. The goal was to have a “Three Inch Golden Lotus” (sancun jinlian), but the actual result was unbelievable pain that lasted a lifetime. In this picture, grandmother is sewing a normal size pair of cotton shoes because her daughter was the first women in her family to break the cycle of bound feet.

2. My Mother’s Cage

Unlike my grandmother, the cage door is open. Mother had more freedom as a women in the Communist Chinese society. Her feet were not bound and she had a number of career opportunities. Still, my mother did not have the frredom to say or do what she wanted. Her cage was the restrictions of the day and Maoist Thought, especially during the Cultural Revolution (1966-1976). The Chinese character on the cup is (weibing or hongweibing); the Red Guard.

3. My Cage

Compared to my grandmother and my mother’s generations, Chinese society has progressed and the situation for young urban women in China has improved. The cage is open and I can sit on the outside. The Chinese character on the cup is fu meaning good fortune.

Also notice that the feet are uncovered and slightly exaggerated (larger than normal).

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Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding — Saul Williams (via observando)
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