video game producer: you see that mountain all the way there in the back?
video game producer: you can’t go there.
video game producer: it’s not for you.
video game producer: it’s for me.
You are not prepared for what you are about to experience…
This will fuck you up
That’s amazing, how rare it is to be allowed to hear it.
Notice how fast the men stood up to clap
Rumor has it they tried to keep this off the air.
The Morning After I Killed Myself
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
I needed this tonight
If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.
This is devastating and precious. Wow.
If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.
Books for Aspiring Scholars: Feminine Perspectives
Here are two books I highly recommend that change the perspective that our religion is usually interpreted through. Both of them are written by women, and both are a refreshing change of pace from the usual male bias on Islamic exegesis.
- Sexual Ethics in Islam: Feminist Reflections on Qur’an, Hadith, and Jurisprudence by Kecia Ali
- Qur’an and Woman: Rereading the Sacred Text from a Woman’s Perspective by Amina Wadud
Addendum:
- Women in Islam: An Anthology from the Qur’an and Hadiths by Nicholas Awde
(Written by a male, but compiles verses and ahadith relating to women from the Qur’an and Sahih Buhkahri into a single text).
i’m sorry but there is no way you could have stopped me from standing on my chair and screeching like a banshee if i saw this live…
What
Sunday will mark the one-year anniversary of the death of Michael Brown. From journalists to activists, we’ve collected some of the most essential pieces of writing about Ferguson.
“When I Close My Eyes at Night, I See People Running From Tear Gas” by Johnetta Elzie, Ebony
“I’ve Spent More Time in Jail Than Darren Wilson” by Alexis Templeton, Ebony
“The Fight for Justice is Our Job” by Larry Fellows III, Ebony
“The Lost Voices of Ferguson” by Nyle Fort, Urban Cusp
“Ferguson on Fire” by Jamilah Lemieux, Ebony
“In Defense of Black Rage: Michael Brown, Police and the American Dream” by Brittney Cooper, Salon
“Demanding ‘Perfect Mourners’ in Ferguson” by Jamil Smith, MSNBC
“What Matters in Ferguson” by Mychal Denzel Smith, The Nation
For more, including stories about the greater American context and small movements within the movement, here’s our full list.
And if there’s a story we missed, please add it in a reblog!
Photos: Hiroshima marks 70th anniversary of first atomic bombing
Prayers for victims at the site where the bomb exploded on August 6, 1945
blaming “people” as a whole for environmental degradation is a very insidious form of liberal misdirection. the corporations paying for deforestation and fracking and deepwater drilling should be named and held accountable for the damage they are doing to the environment. placing the blame on the entire human race is disingenuous and leads to a false (and individualistic) consciousness on how to prevent further damage to the planet and its climate.
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