but this shoot always has my heart

Tbh it’s heartbreaking that every time a white person shoots up a place, even if he’s in his twenties or something, they always say “He’s a good kid.”

But teenaged girls at a pool party who are not physically or mentally mature are “women” and a twelve year old baby boy is a “threat” and a “thug” because he has a pellet gun.

My heart’s aching right now.

daisydaney asked:

I've always wanted to travel as a flight attendant, travel journalist or translator and having kids has never fit into my life plan, and to be honest... I don't want to raise children. My family and many friends have called that selfish. Some family members have said that my job is to be a mom. It makes me sad that people are trying to shoot down my dream so that I will fall back into gender norms. It's great when people want kids! But I don't and it breaks my heart when my dreams are shot down.

I really hate this excuse that as a woman it is your job to have kids. Just because you can, doesn’t necessarily mean you should. It’s not like if every single fertile woman does not procreate humanity will become extinct. Those people who try to convince you that as a woman it is your duty to have children, are basing their opinions on really old fashioned sexist notions of what it means to be a woman, and not on any actual truth.

What it really boils down to is the fact that you want to do something that defies traditional gender norms. This often makes people very afraid and uncomfortable because it questions the things they always took for granted. When you say: “I don’t want what you want”, some people take it as a personal rejection of who they are. When you say: “I don’t want to have kids”, some women hear: “I think less of you for having kids” But it’s not the same thing at all. I touched upon this idea in my last post, in my drawing that says: “I like you, but I don’t want to be like you.” Choosing one thing, doesn’t automatically mean the dismissal of the other. You can choose different things for yourself and still respect the choices of others.

My whole life people told me not to become an artist, because it is a risky job, and I will never make money at it, and I will never be able to afford all the traditional things in life. The older I get, the more people start wondering when I’m going to settle down and start thinking about having a family. When I called one of my family members to tell him that I got an artist residency grant, he was convinced I was calling to tell him I was pregnant. But in reality, babies are the last thing on my mind, and that really weirds a lot of people out. I think that having kids is a wonderful thing, and I know and love a lot of women who chose that path, but just because I understand and respect their path, doesn’t mean that it is the right path for me. And yes, I may change my mind, or I may not, but that is my personal choice to make, not anyone else’s.

My advice to you is to do what you have to do, and let yourself make the hard decisions and change your mind along the way. You will always have people telling you that you are dreaming the wrong dreams. It will never really get easier, you just get better at allowing your own voice to speak louder than theirs.

The next drawing I post is for you <3

cant-handle-my-rebel-sass asked:

HC: Blue finds three newborn raptors in a lab that reminded her of her siblings, but they're all male. She raises them on the island and they became her family, but she's not the alpha-even if they think that-but the true alpha has been and always will be Owen.

If your intention was to shoot an arrow through my heart BULLSEYE OK BULLSEYE

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. - Albert Camus

Some more #TBT. This is from my senior college days. April 2012. This dress was a project I used for my portfolio(as a graphic designer, it’s different). The project was based on the idea of “don’t wear politics on your sleeve”, but we changed it to where we take a politucal statement and turn it into a fashion statement of any kind.
I picked the idea of Freedom. It’s kinda a close subject in my head and heart. Idk why, but always has been. (So I have a personal tie with this dress, I created. Which I’d LOVE to shoot again <3)
Let me see what you guys get from this idea of Freedom! It’s a semi-deep one. :)

Photography was by my bestie from highschool <3
#art #freedom #politics #chains #cuffs #symbolism #redhead #redheadsofinstagram #naturalredhead #fashion #style #stylish #love #me #photooftheday #hair #beauty #beautiful #instagood #accessories #eyes #design #model #dress #heels #dress #styles #outfit

You’re the handsomest of men;
every word from your lips is sheer grace,
and God has blessed you, blessed you so much.
Strap your sword to your side, warrior!
Accept praise! Accept due honor!
Ride majestically! Ride triumphantly!
Ride on the side of truth!
Ride for the righteous meek!
“Your instructions are glow-in-the-dark;
 you shoot sharp arrows
Into enemy hearts; the king’s
foes lie down in the dust, beaten.
“Your throne is God’s throne,
 ever and always;
The scepter of your royal rule
measures right living.
You love the right
and hate the wrong.
And that is why God, your very own God,
poured fragrant oil on your head,
Marking you out as king
from among your dear companions.
“Your ozone-drenched garments
 are fragrant with mountain breeze.
—  as Abba captivate my heart with His splendor and majesty (Psalms 45 : 2 - 8a)
I don’t even know what to say

My heart goes out to the families of those killed by the Charleston church shooter. It’s absolutely disgusting that this happened and  there is no doubt in my mind that this is racially motivated. And how could it not be? In America we don’t deal with racial issues and we really never have. Look at the Rachel Dolezal situation, or all the shootings of unarmed black people as well as as the general perception of black people being violent or dangerous. American has always been a country in which black people have been othered and treated differently. The fact that when a 12 year old child was killed by those supposed to protect that child and we aren’t all in agreement that there’s something wrong there says we have a lot of work to be done and that some parts of this country are still stuck in the past. The truth is that this is not an isolated event (which is why I mentioned those other events) and unless we are willing to as a country take a deep look at ourselves and the policies that allow systemic and cultural oppression, this will always be a problem for us. Until we seek out the hatred and discrimination that has infected so many people and work together to expell it, we will always have to deal with people willing to keep hate in their hearts. I don’t know how to fix this obviously, I’m writing all this because I don’t know what else to do. I am angry and hurt and just so tired of having to deal with scums of the earth who somehow evolved into human form. But I do know that one of the ways to kill ignorance and hatred, is through education and spreading knowledge. So when ever you can, spread knowledge. Spread love, spread educational values, spread curiousity and a thirst to explore. Most importantly, spread togetherness. Because we are already divided, and it is killing us.

Working with @richwilkersonjr the first time was really cool.. But having the opportunity of shooting him with his dad at #blindlighstudio for this very special #fathers #feature was legendary!!! The #laughs #love #admiration #respect ・・・so #grateful !!!!! And so close to my heart…. In #barranquilla
Huge honor getting to be on the cover of #indulgemagazine for #miamiherald best part was getting to honor my dad @richwilkerson here’s what I wrote! Love you Dad. Happy Father’s Day// Ever since I can remember my dad has always been my hero. When I was a kid he seemed larger than life. It was as if he had super powers. Charming, courageous and cool is how I perceived him. There was nothing in my mind that he couldn’t do.

A strange part of growing up is realizing that your parents are human. Like everyone else they have flaws and weaknesses. In today’s photoshop world we tend to hide behind our filters and perfectly executed selfies. We project only what we want people to see. Fearing that if they see the real us, they wouldn’t be accepting.
One of my dads greatest strengths is that he always lived authentic. Whether preaching on a church platform or Bar-B-Qing in the backyard he was the same guy. He wasn’t afraid to be transparent with his weaknesses and humanity. Even as a pastor he allowed us to have conversations about our doubts and fears. He taught us to be proud of who we were. Although no one is perfect, he challenged us to us to be perfected. Teaching us that each day we can choose to grow and become the person we always wanted to be.

Often the farther away you stand from a picture the less you see. When you magnify it or get closer to it, all of the details become visible. Sometimes people can seem great from afar, yet the closer you get you discover who they really are. The thing about my dad is those who are the closest to him, admire and respect him the most.

Today what I love most about my dad is not what I perceive, but what I know. He is a man of character and faith. Perseverance is who he is. He believes what he says and he lives what he believes. He might not be a superhero, but he’s the closest thing I’ve got!

#mydadismyhero #happyfathersday

Its starting to become so much more depressing with my dad being in the hospital. He’s been in here for 4 days so far and he has a heart surgery tomorrow. We’re spending fathers day in the hospital with him (my mom and I) I love my dad so much. He’s amazing and I can’t wait until the day he shoots all the males that have ever hurt me cx just kidding of course. But I do love my dad.
Give thanks to all the dads who have always been broken mentally or physically but still manage to hold up a family ❤ like my daddy.

My heart is bleeding this morning

The image above is of the Mother Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, South Carolina. Last night, nine people lost their lives in this beautiful space of safe haven and refuge. Nine people are dead. And what were they doing at the time of their deaths? Praying. I swear, this morning as I read the news I realized that the South will never rise above the hate. The South has always been and will always…

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