Fuck Study Aesthetic Classism

Tianna Arata is a black woman who is about to face 15 years. She currently has eight charged against her including multiple felonies, all because she organized a peaceful protest. A FUCKING PROTEST. She’s an active activist using her 1st amendment to speak on systematic racism and other important issues. Please reblog and check out the linktree below with links for the petition, go fund me for legal matters, etc https://linktr.ee/freetiana

a compulsive obsession with cleanliness is beaten into us from birth, don’t curse, don’t scream, that’s dirty, don’t wear that, don’t touch that, that’s dirty, have sex, don’t have sex, that’s dirty, you made a mess, clean it up, your brother made a mess, your father made a mess, clean it up, pills instead of a gun, blood’s dirty, don’t play in a dress, you’ll get it dirty, open the windows and boil water with cinnamon and vanilla when da smokes, it’s dirty, older brother not learning he smokes til five years later, he can’t know, that’s dirty, don’t want things, don’t need things, desire can’t be pure, not yours, are you a virgin? have someone else’s hands taken that cleanliness? would that be so bad? of course it would, doesn’t he know there’s no cleanliness left in me to take? he doesn’t care, he’ll take my filth if it’s all i have, as long as he’s taking, as long as it’s all i have left, don’t love her, don’t touch her, that’s dirty, ive cleaned this kitchen ten times, it’s still dirty, da spilled his drink clean it up, he can’t know how bad he’s getting, this house must be clean, clean of him, clean of sin, clean of evidence at least, i’m not clean anymore but i try to be, i have to try, i can’t be dirty, and now it’s not about staying clean but only appearing to be, plato said there’s a class of woman who are receptacles for filth, a sewage system of women at the bottom, and i’m part of that, it feels like it, and now i’m a hopeless cause, i’m tainted, i’m dirty, and i can’t let it spread, what’s around me must stay clean, i can’t infect the world around me, i have to hold the filth inside and keep the world safe, but every woman is this way so what world is there to care for, because no one cares, no one sees, but they don’t want it dirty either, do they.

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— Neger Emrani, from Somewhere Between the World and the Mirror in Asymptote Journal (translated by Kaveh Akbar)

Reminder that academia isn’t just an aesthetic but a way of living that allows you to see all the beauty in the world, to learn to your hearts content for the sake of learning, and to embrace human resilience and creation. It is NOT an excuse to think you’re better than anyone who “hAsnT rEad sHaKEspEaRe” nor is it required that you “look a certain way”. Wanna go all grunge and learn about Greek mythology? Wanna wear pastels and flower print while reading Dante’s Inferno? Wanna wear sweats and research Egyptian curses? Go for it! You aren’t bound to one aesthetic and should not feel pressured to look or behave a certain way! To me academia is about learning and love. Regardless of sexual orientation, race, gender, disability, etc. You are welcome here <3

Sometimes I wonder if native English speakers appreciate how much more comfortable the internet is for them than for the rest of the world

Like, you can go on tumblr and simply read stuff in your mother tongue? Amazing. Go on youtube and you don’t have to replay some sentences ten times to try to understand what they’re saying? Incredible. Look for practically anything on google and know that there will be a fuckton of results that you can read without having to spend half the time looking up words in a dictionary? Fascinating. Make a post or send an ask without panicking that you’ll make a silly mistake or that they won’t understand what you meant? Unbelievable.

so issac newton was a gay sugar daddy... why wasn’t i aware of this

do not want to articulate anything!! want only to walk barefoot in a sunlit courtyard with an overripe nectarine in one hand and a deeply battered paperback in the other !

don’t you fret, monsieur marius

i don’t feel any pain

a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now

- a little fall of rain, lés misérables

She submitted her master’s thesis!