stay away from p b a y d i h t. 

broken english

when my mother struggles to spell a word in english
I want to break the entire language
into little pieces
so the edges of these letters
will stop cutting her


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policymic:

Do you still need more proof of rape culture?

As Noam Chomsky once pointed out for Z Magazine, old media types from the institutional bodies like American Enterprise Institute tend to regurgitate the same ideas with a reliability that is equally impressive and infuriating. While assuring the public that rape is a terrible crime, writers like Caroline Kitchens and Heather McDonald of right-wing think tank The Manhattan Institute try to claim that feminists have blown this whole rape culture thing way out of proportion.

Apparently, many women disagree. On Tuesday there were more than 1 million responses on the #RapeCultureIsWhen hashtag started by a frustrated Zerlina Maxwell in response to these right-wing narratives. 

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Life seems like a string.
You’re at one point on it, balancing precariously, and your goal is to get to the end. The final culmination of all your life ambitions and desires. 
As you walk you become more experienced, your steps becoming more and more steadfast as you learn to balance on life, on this string. 

Sometimes when the wind blows you’ll close your eyes and tightly wrap your fingers, holding on so that you can get to the end. 

Life is a continuation of time. So as life happens, time happens, and we get older. We mature, experience life, cry and laugh. 
Sometimes other people’s string happens to intersect, and you’ll get to make a new friend at that intersection, but that means you only intersect at one point in your life… Your life is perpendicular to theirs, and so just like that people come and go. Sometimes we have other people’s lives right next to ours, and we help each other balance the whole stinkin’ way and we end up getting sick of them sometimes, but it’s kind of like this quote (regarding sisters): Only sisters know what it feels like to simultaneously love one another beyond words and at the same time want to wring each others’ throats.

But I really think we need to stop and take a seat, and enjoy where we are now. What’s the point of life if you’re only looking to get to that end goal?
Does the end justify the means? 
What’s the point of the end goal if you sprinted down the string, missing all the intersections with people and leaving those alongside you behind?