NO TIME TO THINK

"The world we have created is a product of our own thinking; It cannot be changed without changing our thinking." - Albert Einstein
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freedomtomarry:

A majority of Americans know that DOMA, which prohibits federal respect for marriages between same-sex couples, needs to be overturned. Reblog this image to support couples harmed by DOMA! http://bit.ly/VtUMLC

Empty Cans & Cigarette Butts

We were brothers for a time

And lovers for a much shorter one

Surely there were enough empty cans

And broken bottles between us

That things didn’t have to come to this

 -

You saved me

In your own twisted fucked up way

You saved me from drowning

And then set me on fire

I only wish I could say

I did the same for you

 -

All we wanted was the world

It wasn’t too much to ask

We felt like we could rape the devil

And make love to death itself

Though things always seem more romantic

Through blood-shot eyes

-

We were desperados

Or at least pretended to be

A joker and a thief

Running through the streets of a desolate city

Making it their own

I only wish I knew who was which

But I know that rock bottom

Never felt so damn good

And I know that’s why I had to go

 -

I think you lost your way

And I know you think the same of me

Maybe we both did

But the man I knew those nights

Seems to be vaguer than ever

You became lost in the madness of others

Instead of finding yourself by embracing your own

 -

Farewell my brother, my saviour, my lover

My killer, my friend

I only wish

This isn’t how our story ends

lareviewofbooks: “The posthumously published memoir of poet, musician, and activist Gil Scott-Heron is a body of bright stars that makes up a beautiful constellation — if one sees it in the right way. The individual stars are the disconnected observations and more or less extended anecdotes and episodes that comprise The Last Holiday. We learn of family members such as Aunt Sissy, who would trace her fingers along Gil’s spine as a boy while hugging him, stealthily checking for the scoliosis that afflicted some family members. We learn for the first time of his son, Rumal, of whom he never spoke publically or privately for 12 years, at the request of Rumal’s mother (whose identity the author does not reveal). And we learn a great deal about Gil’s friendship with Stevie Wonder in the early 1980s, particularly as Stevie made it his objective to establish a national holiday — the “last” holiday, to which the title refers — honoring the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.” Continue reading Emery Petchauer’s review of The Last Holiday at the Los Angeles Review of Books.

lareviewofbooks:

“The posthumously published memoir of poet, musician, and activist Gil Scott-Heron is a body of bright stars that makes up a beautiful constellation — if one sees it in the right way. The individual stars are the disconnected observations and more or less extended anecdotes and episodes that comprise The Last Holiday. We learn of family members such as Aunt Sissy, who would trace her fingers along Gil’s spine as a boy while hugging him, stealthily checking for the scoliosis that afflicted some family members. We learn for the first time of his son, Rumal, of whom he never spoke publically or privately for 12 years, at the request of Rumal’s mother (whose identity the author does not reveal). And we learn a great deal about Gil’s friendship with Stevie Wonder in the early 1980s, particularly as Stevie made it his objective to establish a national holiday — the “last” holiday, to which the title refers — honoring the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.”

Continue reading Emery Petchauer’s review of The Last Holiday at the Los Angeles Review of Books.

Stephen Fry > Google

Salalah, Oman - 2009

Salalah, Oman - 2009

The Last Breath (Verse 2) - 2012

With hands griped as tight as memories

They won’t let you go past those parting seas

And you can see the city’s heart pump as if you hear the beat speak

Maybe that’s why your greatest fear is sleep

Strangers are friends and friends are strangers

And love is left in a box labeled danger

When you’re scared of that grip around your neck

Only to find the imprint your fingers are the marks left

Tongues to cheeks, gritted teeth, a stroke through silk like hair

Shaking as cold air brushes over skin you left bare

As you stare into that moonlight glare

Who would care?

But that flare won’t start to dim here

-

And her lips slightly part with a last breath that holds more weight than words

With eyes half closed looking down at the world as it burns

Old Love Ngorogoro, Tanzania - 2012

Old Love

Ngorogoro, Tanzania - 2012

iO Tillett Wright: Fifty shades of gay

Filmed: Dec 2012 Posted: Jan 2013 @ TEDxWomen

I cannot emphasize how important this video is, a truly amazing talk by iO Tillet Wright, a woman I have  now come to admire as an inspiration to all of us. Her work is helping so many people who are seen as second class citizens purely because of their sexual orientation and gender preference. I have always believed that the vast majority of us fall into a spectrum of sexuality and it’s so satisfying to see this idea seen by hundreds of thousands of people. We constantly draw lines around ourself that cause discrimination and stifle equality, hopefully this will help start to erase those lines. 

Please watch this talk, we need more people like this for the sake of a better world, a world more equal than this one. 

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people. I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

—Nietzsche (via liz-affair)

(Source: lizaffair)

Goodbye England - Laura Marling

For all of you in England, this is just a little song I like to listen to when it snows. So much love for Laura. Enjoy. 

Neurons and City lights

gingerputin:


City lights photographed from the International Space Station next to neurons imaged with fluorescence microscopy.

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I want this framed and on my wall. Simply amazing.