This for me is why I can no longer call myself a Christian. I’ve been tethered to and exhausted by it too many times, by a white man trying to craft himself in God’s image. I’ve given up on worshiping anyone who can’t imagine a world with me in it.
Shayla Lawson, "On God (Montserrat, Spain)" from How to Live Free in a Dangerous World: A Decolonial Memoir
passed a memorial on my morning trot today. buckaroo about my age, lots of flowers. went to his instagram to learn his way and it was just packed full of photos with buds and good times. you strip away the body and all thats left is love. sad but also very beautiful and important
TWO HOURS AGO: an incredible photo taken by a ut austin student capturing something deeply poetic in my opinion, a line of state troopers eagerly waiting to arrest student protesters standing just behind a sign that reads "what starts here changes the world. its starts with you and what you do each day."