WOULD ANY SANE PERSON think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?
Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.
Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.
…Personal change doesn’t equal social change.
When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.
When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.
When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.
When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”
You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.
You will turn 18
and become queen of the Nile.
You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.
You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.
This is your call to leap.
There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.
You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
The sorrow was so large, it threatened to tear through my skin. When he died, all thing swift and beautiful would be buried with him. … Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.
you • keaton henson ▲ stay with me • sam smith ▲ swimming • hans zimmer ▲ soldiers • ben howard ▲ we were made out of lightning • right away, great captain ▲ judging books by their covers • keaton heson ▲rivers and roads • the head and the heart ▲my love will never fail you • maria hines
This is going on my tumblr again.
and some of the months in-between
I get it…
when the one ghost turns his head AWW HAHABAHABH<3
This site should’ve been named Punblr cause that’s all you people post
Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.
half of my soul. an achilles/patroclus mix
oblivion - bastille// the one that got away - the civil wars// your bones - of monsters and men// crystalised - the xx// kingdom come - the civil wars// i see fire - ed sheeran// i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie// eyes closed - the narrative// atlas hands - benjamin francis leftwich// follow - crystal fighters// charlie boy - the lumineers
two of ten relationships/pairings: harry potter and hermione granger
" I came here once with Mum and Dad. That was years ago. It’s just how I remember it. The trees, the river, everything. Like nothing’s changed… not true of course. Everything’s changed. If I brought them back here now, they’d probably not recognize any of it. Not the trees, not the river… not even me.Maybe we should just stay here, Harry. Grow old..”
Do you know what it is like to be sold, squire? I do. My brother sold me to Khal Drogo for the promise of a golden crown. Well, Drogo crowned him in gold, though not as he had wished, and I…my sun-and-stars made a queen of me, but if he had been a different man, it might have been much otherwise. Do you think I have forgotten how it felt to be afraid?
I’ve been away from my tablet for so long, now I’m back with some dead Greeks decorating a Christmas tree in the middle of September.
Don’t ask. Sorry it’s not even Les Mis, I had an urgent need to draw Patroclus in ugly sweaters.
Achilles isn’t smoking, he’s just hogging all the Christmas sweets to himself.
”There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”
➵ the song of achilles, by madeline miller
P H I L T A T O S (most beloved)
"this, and this and this. we were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
i. smoke daughter // ii. only love ben howard // iii. the only onethe black keys // iv. toothpaste kisses the maccabees // v. human daughter // vi. two men in love the irrepressibles // vii. my body is a cage arcade fire // viii. i know it’s over the smiths // ix. my mistakes were made for you the last shadow puppets // x. angels the xx // xi. supersymmetry arcade fire
“There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense—words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.”