"let's make everybody sing, that we are the beginning, and ending, of everything.
and we are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear." - against me!

and through it all, i just keep remembering all over again what it is like to be so completely healed by your friends, and made whole in so many ways that you never even realized that you were broken, and in ways that you never ever realized that you could be healed. so many things in my life have just felt so much like breaking lately, and so much ( Read more... )

all of these years, and still, the only way we know to try and fix any of this, to heal any of these wounds is just to keep picking. to keep cutting, deeper and deeper. as if some how ripping through and tearing one another apart, over and over, could help anything at all. as if maybe if we dig deep enough, we could somehow find the root of all of ( Read more... )

"tell your friends you love them. resist the temptation to view those around you as objects and use them. recognize empathy and vunerability as positive forms of strength. resist the internalization of capitalism, the reducing of people and one's self to commodities, meant to be consumed. don't allow the world to make you into a bitter, abusive ( Read more... )

from the first second of seeing those smiles, everything just felt so good again. and heading towards a late afternoon summer sky with the windows down and sun sinking low, with those same voices, that same laughter, those same faces- it just made everything feel so right again, finally. like everything was right where it needed to be, even if only ( Read more... )

kids, of all ages, to ( Read more... )

"i remember a couple years ago, when we were doing food not bombs back in lakeland, and it felt so fucking good. it was me and some of my best friends in the world, and we were doing something that was so good. it was anarchism in action, and at the time, i didnt even know much about anarchism. i just knew that it didnt seem fair that some people ( Read more... )

...it's funny though. yesterday afternoon driving, i just couldn't seem to find anything worth seeing. or hear anything worth hearing or do anything that seemed very it was worth doing... and when i thought about it, all i could see was the distance. the maps and the clocks and all of the miles and minutes and hours inbetween. all the things ( Read more... )

and that house, i don't even know where i would begin. just being there sent such shots all through me, and so much of the time it was hard to figure out whether i felt more like smiling or crying, but i'm pretty sure that smiling won out most of the time, even if it was simply because that's all i knew to do. it wasn't even something i thought ( Read more... )

"we dance to the strain of voices that sound more like something breaking than singing was ever supposed to, and that's why we dance. that's why we're moved. it's the honesty behind the tremble, behind the largely atonal shaking and bellowing that places sincerity above smoothness. it's the confidence in the voice in spite of the flaws, and perhaps ( Read more... )