These Arms are for Fighting and Fucking.

This is my bible. You will judge, perhaps subconsciously. You can choose to read, choose to learn, look up from the pavement as you walk down city streets from the gutter, taking it all in. Always look up.
I am Saragorn, rough around all these uneven edges, some days running through the train gravel, hollering whatever comes to mind. I'm queer, I love and live days as they come, never really knowing where I'll find myself when peeking my head outside of my shoddy tarp in the frosty mornings... there's a certain dangerous certainty to that, and I don't want it to change. Evolving into hollow nothingness and trapping me in these transparent cages.


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i love this so much

kanyesgf:

i love this so much

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suzy-x:

nosex:

pdf & transcript.
transcript is better for reading. pdf is good for looking. all radicals be smart & be safe.

IMPORTANT THINGS. ‘Specially in Chicago. Take care of yourselves and each other.

suzy-x:

nosex:

pdf & transcript.

transcript is better for reading. pdf is good for looking. all radicals be smart & be safe.

IMPORTANT THINGS. ‘Specially in Chicago. Take care of yourselves and each other.

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youaintpunk:

nsbg:

1968 Olympics Black Power salute

One of the realest photographs ever took.


The other man on the podium »

youaintpunk:

nsbg:

1968 Olympics Black Power salute

One of the realest photographs ever took.

The other man on the podium »

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kikishaa:

Most amazing grocery list I have ever seen!

kikishaa:

Most amazing grocery list I have ever seen!

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What’s this thing that you’re off to? The Anarchist Booksale? Anyway, I just thought I’d give you a call before you ran off and became an Anarchist. My father
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goodbye tomorrow,

hitting the highway with determination

anticipating the taste of salty sweat

salty air

highway dust whirlwind into my eyes

eyelashes catching a little

cardboard sign soldered to my dirty palms

forgetting that bed

those four walls

traded in for this bed of leaves and bramble

traded in for living in this moment

and only this moment.