I dont like how a man can be called too emotional
For being too open too soon
Without being called
Gay or Faggot
I dont like how a man is seen as any lesser than a man
For using words that are too flowery or showy
I dont like the idea of chivalry being dead
When a man tries to be a gentleman
And cant hold the door for a girl
Without getting yelled at
“i can hold the door for myself”
When the man would have held it
For any fellow human no race no gender
Excuse the man that is too gaudy
For expressing the passion behind the flame
That is fed from the girl who is blind
Behind filter after filter
Always a step back
Away from the truth
Who cannot see
Due to big brother’s
God-like hands
that defined what it means to be a
Man.

me nigga

mentalalchemy:

micdotcom:

Hong Kong protesters are using one ingenious app to organize themselves

How do protesters stay in contact with each other when the government has shut down or censored Internet and mobile networks? Simple: You don’t use either.

Meet Open Garden’s FireChat, the messenger app protesters in Hong Kong have been using to circumvent government attempts to prevent them from organizing by blocking social networks like Instagram. Instead of relying on a single website or government-controlled networks, FireChat uses a technology called mesh networking for its “Nearby” chat mode. 

Here’s what it looks like in action | Follow micdotcom 

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sprigofacacia:

Gabriel’s Horn has an infinite surface area and a finite volume, which is appropriately representative of its symbolic connection between the two.

mrs. jones

luciblackanima:

I am not drinking tea with,
well:

It is not me and…
me and…
me
and…

- Mrs. Jones -

it is not me and
Mr. Jones either

because the roads
we choose to travel on
are constantly diverging
and we,
we carry on and live
and love and laugh
until love leaves and
life makes us cry
and the sun…

It’s no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You’ve got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they’ve got to come. You can’t force them.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via observando)

Love is

the sudden realization that

death

will tear you

and her

apart.