thick compassion.
as thick as the throats of our fathers
when they have already left
but leave their words behind.
.
our fathers write on us. all over our face is their handwriting. whether they have spelled our eyes, our mouths, or the need in our brows, we can’t help but be their poem.
.
this is everything!
(Source: fuckyeahmarxismleninism, via thatsarcastictoneyouhate)
Staying warm during a rest stop on the #fairfoodmarch #cantstopwontstop @publix we are on our way!!! #ciw (at Centennial Park)
@CIW on their way to morning mass @JesusObrero #fairfoodmarch #CIW #freedomcannotrest
Packing up for the #fairfoodmarch to @Publix HQ #freedomcannotrest (at Coalition of Immokalee Workers + Student/Farmworker Alliance)
I am the hunger in a lions growl
The thunder
In a lions roar
I am heavy with desire
My heartbeat has slowed downAll i want
Is a good fire
Tonight
All i want are open armsA good, hearty laugh
And lips
That taste like cool water
A lovers embraceby, Tapiwa. M
(via miguu)
when
you touch me,
you
are
touching
all of the lifetimes
i keep
in my skin.
be honest
and
gentle
about
your desire.
i am a huge history
an
old woman
in
a young life.
Warsan Shire (via warsanshire)
(Source: ikenbot, via warsanshire)
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
yesssssssss
(Source: soladesdeelprincipio, via llorando-la-hermosa-vida)
