gwenevereeGwen. 21. Ann Arbor. Doing my best to find my place in the world.


Here you'll find lots of animals (mostly sloths), my adventures as a Whole Foods employee, my struggle to finish college in a reasonable amount of time, and photo manifestations of my unfulfilled wanderlust.






    Ultimate goal.

    roseanne and dan are the best

    1st Best Couple; Gomez & Mortica. But the Dan & Roseanne competition is fierce.

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    "The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything. "

    — Scott Woods (X)

    Sort of posting this everywhere because it’s so indicative of a conversation I find myself having over and over again recently. It is not about your intent! It is not about being a “nice person!” It is about a system put in place long before you came into the world, something you (and even I) have to fucking fight through every single day.

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    The hardest man in the restaurant business and he uplifts kids


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    Shout out to that one shirt that’s fit you for like, 5 years no matter how much your body has changed

    I even grew boobs and it’s like ‘whatever, I got you’.

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    "When ‘i’ is replaced with ‘we’ even illness becomes wellness. "

    — Malcolm X. (via nibr4shi)

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    This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

    In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

    Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

    I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

    What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

    Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

    Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

    Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

    God bless you all!

    Kurt Vonnegut

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    What’s it like to work alongside so many other women of color?

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Images of caskets that popped out of the saturated soil during the Flood of ‘94 still haunts many who went through the disaster two decades ago.
(Albany Herald file photo)


    Images of caskets that popped out of the saturated soil during the Flood of ‘94 still haunts many who went through the disaster two decades ago.

    (Albany Herald file photo)

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