SJHS + graffiti bathrooms = #joeshoes #sjhs #saintjosephs #catholicschoolgirl #oaklandnights
Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.
On some real stuff though! Yes women in Delhi are saying what NEEDS to be said!
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.
this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories
This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,
This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.
This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers…
this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.
Kehinde Wiley, The Sisters Zénaïde and Charlotte Bonaparte (The World Stage: Haiti), 2014. Archival inkjet print on Epson Hot Press Bright 300 grain paper. Paper 27.5 x 22 inches, Image 21.321 x 16 inches. Edition of 30. Publisher: The Lapis Press, Culver City, California. To benefit Ciné Institute, Haiti.
I enjoyed reading this passage by Thích Nhất Hạnh, in which he eloquently expresses a phenomenon we can all relate to:
"I have a photograph of myself when I was a boy of sixteen. Is it a photograph of me? I am not really sure. Who is this boy in the photograph? Is it the same person as me or is it another person? …
The body of the boy in the photograph is not the same as my body, now that I am in my seventies. The feelings are different, and the perceptions are very different. It is just as if I am a completely different person from that boy, but if the boy in the photograph did not exist, then I would not exist either.
I am a continuation like the rain is the continuation of the cloud. When you look deeply into the photograph, you can see me already as an old man. You do not have to wait fifty-five years. When the lemon tree is in flower, you may not see any fruit, but if you look deeply you can see that the fruit is already there… [I]f the lemon tree has time it will express itself in lemons.”
A little damage makes people more interesting, right?
Catherine Hapka, Something Borrowed (via psych-facts)
Not even trees can block the beautiful view of SF. Bernal Hill San Francisco, CA
who knew this little beauty would be part of our world 💙👭🐶 #doggylove #shehasnoname (at Beautiful Lake Merritt)
Sinner/Saint #artbyaraceliespinoza #arte #painting #oiloncanvas #oilpainting #workinprogress #xicana #xicanaart #pocha #pochaart (at San Francisco Art Institute)
Santa Araceli 🙏 #worship #workinprogress #oilpainting #oiloncanvas #xicana #xicanaart #pocha #pochaart #selfportrait #catolica #sfai #artbyaraceliespinoza #arte (at San Francisco Art Institute)
last nights game 💙⚾️🙌 #asswhoopin #doyers #LAtotheBAY #beatthebay @dodgers (at AT&T Park)
born & raised @dodgers fans 💙⚾️ #LAwomen #LAtotheBAY #beatthebay #doyers #dodgers #myBIGsisteristougherthanyours #sisters #mybff (at AT&T Park)