February 2012
32 posts
waneofents asked: perfect perfect perfect blog
Anonymous asked: Apt lyrics always give me pause to reflect. Here's some more. Same album, but whatever: In the cold clear light of day down here, everyone's a monster. That's cool with all of us, We've been past the point of help since early April... When we walk out in the sunlight we tell every we know it hurts our eyes, When the real reason we don't like it is that it makes us wonder...
When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of...
– Tim Burton (via hollowwishes)
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...
– Anaïs Nin
The Earth is not dying, it is being killed. And those who are killing it have...
– Utah Phillips (via entangledroots)
Anonymous asked: Send somebody out for soda, Comb through the carpet for clues, Reflective tape on our sweatpants, Big holes in our shoes. Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more, Laugh lines on our faces, Scale maps of the ocean floor. If anybody comes to see me, Tell 'em they just missed me by a minute. If anybody comes in to our room while we're asleep, I hope they incinerate...
January 2012
78 posts
GOING BUSH.
Supposedly heading to Toolangi today to spend a few days helping out with blockading. But maybe it’ll be tmrw, dunno, we’ve got an unreliable ride but preferrably now.
Pretty excited because I’ll be getting out of the city for a few days and doing something I’ve been interested in/wanting to do for some time now. And I’m going without Shannon which will be good for...
A man who assisted in autopsies in a big urban hospital, starting in the...
– “The Way It Was” — Mother Jones Magazine — Abortion before Roe v. Wade. (via deltumbles)
read this article, it’s 100% incredible.
(via homotronic)
Trigger Warning: Article describes molestation by a backalley abortion provider.
(via prolifehypocrisy)
Roe V Wade closed off entire wings of...
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have...
– Charles Bukowski (via ferociously)