I fucking miss you.
I miss fucking you.
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."
— Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn (via rawkiss)
This is the this.(via leannuh47)
As we have shown, the policing of language is a fake-out, an excuse for preventing marginalized groups from accessing power, property, and influence. It ain’t ever really about ‘your verbs agreeing’ or ‘enunciating the ends of your words.’ Because of the strong links between language and identity, linguistic discrimination is often nothing more than racial and ethnic discrimination by proxy."
H. Samy Alim and Geneva Smitherman, Articulate While Black (via socio-logic)
[great quote and “Articulate While Black” is such a good title *saving for future book/show title]