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Outdoor Anarchy
Kaylie. 24. direct action. human rights. books. the great outdoors✨
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“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”
— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living
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“And if you would know God be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children. And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain. You shall see Him smiling in flowers,then rising and waving His hands in trees.”
— Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
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anyone still use tumblr?? this is the first time i’ve logged on here in awhile - i’ve been taking a pretty decent media break, but just thought about how i miss this little space…
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“In King Lear (III:vii) there is a man who is such a minor character that Shakespeare has not given him even a name: he is merely “First Servant.” All the characters around him – Regan, Cornwall, and Edmund – have fine long-term plans. They think they know how the story is going to end, and they are quite wrong. The servant has no such delusions. He has no notion of how the play is going to go. But he understands the present scene. He sees an abomination (the blinding of old Gloucester) taking place. He will not stand it. His sword is out and pointed at his master’s breast in a moment: then Regan stabs him dead from behind. That is his whole part: eight lines all told. But if it were real life and not a play, that is the part it would be best to have acted.”
— – C.S. Lewis, “The World’s Last Night”
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“Some of us tend to do away with things that are slightly damaged. Instead of repairing them we say: “Well, I don’t have time to fix it, I might as well throw it in the garbage can and buy a new one.” Often we also treat people this way. We say: “Well, he has a problem with drinking; well, she is quite depressed; well, they have mismanaged their business…we’d better not take the risk of working with them.” When we dismiss people out of hand because of their apparent woundedness, we stunt their lives by ignoring their gifts, which are often buried in their wounds.We all are bruised reeds, whether our bruises are visible or not. The compassionate life is the life in which we believe that strength is hidden in weakness and that true community is a fellowship of the weak.”
— Henri Nouwen (via contrariansoul)
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“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”
— Henry David Thoreau (via thecalminside)
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Rosa Luxemburg, Simone de Beauvoir, and Emma Goldman on the beach, smoking pipes (1930’s.)
Source: Women’s right news
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90% of people killed in drone strikes were not the intended target
The whistleblower who revealed it was sentenced to ~4yrs in prison
War criminals who continue bombing innocent lives are rewarded
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can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on
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Is cyberpunk 2077 worth buying??
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u know whats really sexy?? doing the things u love without giving a fuck whether ur good at it or not
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journal thoughts 🤷🏻♀️
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Like I just can’t wait to be someone’s wife one day and to leave him cute little love notes on his pillow in the morning and to cook breakfast in our underwear together and to go on spontaneous weekend camping trips, and to get home from work and dance to old folk songs in the middle of the living room until we fall asleep together, and just ugh.
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