U Ever Wish U Could Bea Medieval Monk And Just Illuminate A Manuscript.like I Feel Like All Of My Worldly

u ever wish u could be a medieval monk and just illuminate a manuscript….like i feel like all of my worldly troubles would be solved if i could copy the aeneid by hand and then draw a knight fighting a snail in the margins

“can i see you again” is such a sweet thing to say

stinging insects + arms in songs about love….. hmmm

It’s important to mention the only time my mother speaks in English is when I make her speak in a poem. So she says, get out—says, leave but it’s me, my voice, that slams the door.

Hieu Minh Nguyen, “Note,” from Not Here (via bostonpoetryslam)

“Identity is not a bunch of little cubbyholes stuffed respectively with intellect, race, sex, class, vocation, gender. Identity flows between, over, aspects of a person. Identity is a river – a process.”

— Gloria Anzaldúa (via b—chhouse)

“We should not be haunted by the specter of being automated out of work. We should be excited by that. But the reason we’re not excited by it is because we live in a society where if you don’t have a job, you are left to die. And that is, at its core, our problem.” - AOC