1. I thought of the hole in the tower that ate them…people & machines dying, death moans & grinding metal…planes, people, steel, glass and concrete melted to nothing but bone dust and ash, trembling down.
    Excerpt from Resurrection, a story about a man who lost family on 9/11.
  2. Please reblog. Violence against #aboriginalwomen. #AmInext? Hundreds of aboriginal & First Nations women are missing, abused, & murdered.

    wocinsolidarity:

    albinwonderland:

    allthecanadianpolitics:

    Aboriginal women ask Stephen Harper: Am I next?

    Am I next?

    That’s the question aboriginal women are asking Prime Minister Stephen Harper in a new online campaign to renew pressure on his government to call a national inquiry into murdered and missing indigenous women.

    Coming on the heels of Harper’s "sociological phenomenon" blunder, the campaign is the brainchild of Holly Jarrett. She’s the cousin of Loretta Saunders, a 26-year-old Inuit student at Saint Mary’s University who was murdered earlier this year. At the time of her death, Saunders was working on her thesis on murdered and missing aboriginal women.

    "She had come through a lot of the same kind of struggles that a lot women affected by colonialism and residential school stuff," Jarrett told PressProgress Friday, a day after  launching the Am I Next campaign.

    "We wanted to move it forward for her. She was really passionate about telling her story, to stand up and tell the brutal truth," said Jarrett, an Inuit from the Labrador coast who’s now based in Hamilton, Ont.

    After organizing one of the largest petitions at change.org calling on the government to launch a public inquiry into hundreds of missing and murdered aboriginal women, Jarrett decided to launch the Am I Next campaign.

    It’s inspired by the Inuktitut word ain, a term of endearment for someone you love in her native language.

    Here are some of the faces of the viral campaign:

    This is what comes to mind when people try to tell me there is no (or less) racism in Canada. Hundreds of aboriginal and First Nations women are missing, abused, and murdered, and our country and GOVERNMENT doesn’t care. It doesn’t. Indigenous women don’t matter to our government and it’s horrifying.  Please click some of the above mentioned links and learn about these women and this campaign. 

    PLEASE SHARE

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    Reblogged from: writingwithcolor
  3. I think I know what that’s like. How something can sit submerged inside someone, quiet and wild. Until one day it begins to burn them slowly, from the inside out, so they smolder and fall apart at the slightest touch. And when there’s nothing left but ashes to ashes, dust to dust, this seems right somehow. There is absolution from having cut yourself free. Being led right up to it under a power not your own affords you clemency.

    Excerpt from Every Twin Dreams Alone where the protagonist David talks about the attempted suicide of Susan, another character.

    For David, part of Susan’s appeal is the mystique of her failed suicide. And while his words here reflect his thoughts on the inherited mental illness that played a part in Susan’s attempt, he’s also referring to his feelings toward being a twin, which he is having difficult with and his love/hate feelings for his twin brother.

  4. How to Believe in Yourself : zenhabits

    "Failure, not being perfect, mistakes, not having people agree with me, not being completely accepted: these are not negative things. They’re positive.

    How is failure positive? It’s the only way we truly learn. For example: you can read a book on math, but until you try it and fail, you’ll never see where your lack of understanding is. The best way to learn something is to study it a bit, then try it, take practice tests, make mistakes, then learn some more.” —Leo Babauta

  5. If you are hiding and waiting the seeker is you and the world, behind so many walls, awaits.

    Vironika Tugaleva, The Love Mindset (via creatingaquietmind)

    It is almost as if we are all playing a big game of hide-and-go-seek. We all hide expecting to be found, but no one has been labeled the seeker. We stand behind the wall, at first excited, then worried, then bored, then anxious, then angry. We hide and hide. After a while, the game is not fun anymore. Where is my seeker? Where is the person who is supposed to come find me here in my protected shell and cut me open? Where is that one who will make me trust him, make me comfortable, make me feel whole? Some people rot on the spot, waiting for the seeker that never comes. The most important truth that I can relate to you, if you are hiding and waiting, is that the seeker is you and the world, behind so many walls, awaits.

    — 

    Vironika Tugaleva, The Love Mindset (via creatingaquietmind)

  6. It is almost as if we are all playing a big game of hide-and-go-seek. We all hide expecting to be found, but no one has been labeled the seeker. We stand behind the wall, at first excited, then worried, then bored, then anxious, then angry. We hide and hide. After a while, the game is not fun anymore. Where is my seeker? Where is the person who is supposed to come find me here in my protected shell and cut me open? Where is that one who will make me trust him, make me comfortable, make me feel whole? Some people rot on the spot, waiting for the seeker that never comes. The most important truth that I can relate to you, if you are hiding and waiting, is that the seeker is you and the world, behind so many walls, awaits.
    Vironika TugalevaThe Love Mindset (via creatingaquietmind)
    Reblogged from: teachingliteracy
  7. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

    Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

    Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me
    (via bl-ossomed)

    Reblogged from: annieneugebauer
  8. Every Twin Dreams Alone

    I wrote this story because perception is reality and we never stop to think that often one has nothing to do with the other.

    I wrote this story because I like to try to get in other people’s heads and try to see the world through their eyes and challenge my perceptions of their reality. So I wrote a story about Roman Catholic Italian twin brothers because I’m not Roman Catholic or Italian or a twin or even a guy and I spend all my time in this vessel in this head and will never know really what someone who isn’t me is feeling.

  9. Retold tale highlighting reality & challenges perceptions of it. Right up my alley #neilgaiman #Hansel&Gretel 
flavorpill:

Neil Gaiman’s ‘Hansel & Gretel’ tapped for film by ‘Hundred-Foot Journey’ producer. Sounds appealingly bleak! 

"It’ll most likely be an overbearingly dark, tense study of the fables and foibles of humanity. Gaiman said of his decision to retell the story, ‘It reminds us of how paper thin civilization really is. It’s about hunger, and about families.’ Sounds appealingly bleak.”

    Retold tale highlighting reality & challenges perceptions of it. Right up my alley #neilgaiman #Hansel&Gretel

    flavorpill:

    Neil Gaiman’s ‘Hansel & Gretel’ tapped for film by ‘Hundred-Foot Journey’ producer. Sounds appealingly bleak! 

    "It’ll most likely be an overbearingly dark, tense study of the fables and foibles of humanity. Gaiman said of his decision to retell the story, ‘It reminds us of how paper thin civilization really is. It’s about hunger, and about families.’ Sounds appealingly bleak.”

    Reblogged from: flavorpill
  10. Michael Robartes Bids his Beloved be at Peace, by WB Yeats

    HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
    Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
    The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
    The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
    The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
    The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:

    O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
    The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
    Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
    Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
    Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
    And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.

    EXPLICATION

    Those “Horses of Destruction,” in Irish folklore, are the gods of nature and chaos, who are associated with the horses of Manannan, who reign over the country of the dead.

    Others have associated the horses with the North, East, South, and West as the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse, but any way you look at it, the poem is referring to an ominous event, and the narrator, Michael Robartes, is saying goodbye to his love.


    Read more at http://www.pajiba.com/tv_reviews/does-the-wb-yeats-poem-patti-recited-in-the-leftovers-hint-at-answers-to-a-larger-mystery.php#bmoriQ8thbou8TXD.99
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