29.

In the past two weeks, I have had two close friends stun me with the amount of love they have for me. I learned of one’s reaction when she learned I was reapplying for grad school and how another has been enlisting her church to pray for Troy’s health weekly, a person they’ve never met.

I cried at both. It’s like 27 was when I learned not to loathe myself so much and 28 was when I stopped trying to change “flaws.” But 29 — I feel good about 29. I spent the previous years shedding the baggage and now I am starting this journey where I really, really love myself and having these friends love me just as much made my heart swell. I used to only see the give and take and the need for equality — but I am seeing that beautiful people give and I am beautiful and I am loved.

PSA: John Legend and Sharon Jones.

Crooning Marvin Gaye tributes live here. Mmm, perfection.

Update: The spoken word performances  touching on some MAJOR racial issues, Michael Brown, #dontshoot — they are so.on.point and it is just so, so powerful. There’s so much love and so much truth going on, my heart is going to explode.

shatteredchrystal:

runaon:

a-little-bi-furious:

asherehsa:

samjoonyuh:

Perspective. 

"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

(via lostmymindinseoul)

Currently loving.

  • Library books and The Rachel Maddow Show. Feels good to be intellectually active again on a consistent basis. I have been drowning in a sea of briefs and policy documents. 
  • Kindred spirits. I’m slowly learning that uncomfortable situations can blossom into wonderful things, like meeting beautiful kindred spirits. I love watching my SD social circle grow.
  • Highlighter Yellow Nike Frees. So loud and so not me, but i’m gon rock it. Look ma, I look like a real runner! 
  • ComicCon is backkk. It’s the best time to be living downtown.
  • Which also led to a #mightykacy spotting on the walk home! She is so tiny and CUTE.

Beautiful Solstice.

Morning yoga by the beach.
Train ride up the coast.
Picnicking in a cemetery.
Marilyn Monroe on the big screen.
Gorgeous day, lovely friends, great talks and laughs, too much food.

If this is setting the tone for the rest of summer, I am so in ♡

"Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."
Marc and Angel Hack Life   (via biggestwhinybabybitch)

Oh, oh, oh. How I needed this ♡

(Source: larmoyante, via hurricane-rising)

"Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them."
— (via itsryannwithtwons)

(Source: quotable-notable, via myradventures)

Unabashed & Imperfect: Routine.

I entered 2014 setting my Resolution Words as Unabashedly and Imperfectly, two concepts I struggle with and feel hold me back. Here is the first in my series attempt to hash it out, become more self-aware, and open up. 

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