Ramblings.

As complicated as it may seem, these are mere maundering thoughts of a bemused brain.

killbenedictcumberbatch:

A black boy gets murdered and his community stands up for him and are attacked by police for over 2 months and are deemed animals and violent rioters

white people set cars on fire over some damn pumpkins and get called “rowdy” aint that some shit

(via muchedumbre)

Totally worth the sweat and burn. #sunrise on #sunset (at Sunset Drive)

Totally worth the sweat and burn. #sunrise on #sunset (at Sunset Drive)

*~I haz A FLOWER cRoWn ON.~* Thanks to @littlebirdbeading and her gorgeous work.

*~I haz A FLOWER cRoWn ON.~* Thanks to @littlebirdbeading and her gorgeous work.

Self-portraits got me like, “nah.”

Self-portraits got me like, “nah.”

  • Do not forget Michael Brown
  • Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
  • Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
  • Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
  • Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $400,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
  • Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
  • Do not forget Ferguson 

(Source: majiinboo, via intersectionalfeminism101)

#fbf to a journey I’ll never forget. Thankful for a best friend who loves nothing more than to share his love and wisdom of the world with me. I’m forever learning about the rhythms of the universe and the histories that accompany them. Everyday I wake up with a grateful heart.  (at Germany)

#fbf to a journey I’ll never forget. Thankful for a best friend who loves nothing more than to share his love and wisdom of the world with me. I’m forever learning about the rhythms of the universe and the histories that accompany them. Everyday I wake up with a grateful heart. (at Germany)

[L]et us not overlook the further great fact, that not only does science underlie sculpture, painting, music, poetry, but that science is itself poetic. The current opinion that science and poetry are opposed is a delusion. … On the contrary science opens up realms of poetry where to the unscientific all is a blank. Those engaged in scientific researches constantly show us that they realize not less vividly, but more vividly, than others, the poetry of their subjects. Whoever will dip into Hugh Miller’s works on geology, or read Mr. Lewes’s “Seaside Studies,” will perceive that science excites poetry rather than extinguishes it. And whoever will contemplate the life of Goethe will see that the poet and the man of science can co-exist in equal activity. Is it not, indeed, an absurd and almost a sacrilegious belief that the more a man studies Nature the less he reveres it? Think you that a drop of water, which to the vulgar eye is but a drop of water, loses anything in the eye of the physicist who knows that its elements are held together by a force which, if suddenly liberated, would produce a flash of lightning? Think you that what is carelessly looked upon by the uninitiated as a mere snow-flake, does not suggest higher associations to one who has seen through a microscope the wondrously varied and elegant forms of snow-crystals? Think you that the rounded rock marked with parallel scratches calls up as much poetry in an ignorant mind as in the mind of a geologist, who knows that over this rock a glacier slid a million years ago? The truth is, that those who have never entered upon scientific pursuits know not a tithe of the poetry by which they are surrounded. Whoever has not in youth collected plants and insects, knows not half the halo of interest which lanes and hedge-rows can assume. Whoever has not sought for fossils, has little idea of the poetical associations that surround the places where imbedded treasures were found. Whoever at the seaside has not had a microscope and aquarium, has yet to learn what the highest pleasures of the seaside are. Sad, indeed, is it to see how men occupy themselves with trivialities, and are indifferent to the grandest phenomena—care not to understand the architecture of the universe, but are deeply interested in some contemptible controversy about the intrigues of Mary Queen of Scots!—are learnedly critical over a Greek ode, and pass by without a glance that grand epic… upon the strata of the Earth!

—Herbert Spencer (via observando)

Sometimes I have a tendency to love a little too much, as seen in Karma’s frightened eyes.

Sometimes I have a tendency to love a little too much, as seen in Karma’s frightened eyes.

Hanging out with my favorite lady.  (at Olive Avenue Market)

Hanging out with my favorite lady. (at Olive Avenue Market)

I’m always reaching for something. Striving and grasping for a better understanding of the space I’m in. I’m chasing a feeling. Never sure of what exactly. Trying to remind myself of the mantra, “Nothing to have. Nothing to do. Nothing to be.”

I’m always reaching for something. Striving and grasping for a better understanding of the space I’m in. I’m chasing a feeling. Never sure of what exactly. Trying to remind myself of the mantra, “Nothing to have. Nothing to do. Nothing to be.”

Regram from @circusnow, I know all of my circus friends will want to help participate. Let’s band together and submit photos and videos of how we participate in what we love most: circus. Who’s in?!

Regram from @circusnow, I know all of my circus friends will want to help participate. Let’s band together and submit photos and videos of how we participate in what we love most: circus. Who’s in?!

You do what you gotta do to get the good shit. Photo by @laurenbrookepenna

You do what you gotta do to get the good shit. Photo by @laurenbrookepenna