shewhofightswithmonsters
When I was thirteen
I learned what my
First name really was.
I discovered how sweet it felt
To melt myself
Into someone else’s callow lungs.
Clinging to their shoulders
Like a life raft.
When I was sixteen
I was bored enough to run
Naked down the shoreline.
After a few months
I was in a city I had never met before.
I found a boat
With a hole in the bottom
And no sailor in sight
To give it a purpose.
So I climbed inside
And let it sink me.
At the bottom of the ocean,
I learned my name again.
It’s funny how much
You remember
When you let yourself drown.
And now, oh god, I wish I could forget. (via shewhofightswithmonsters)
newcollegesafespace
Please stop calling this a nation of immigrants. We are not a nation of immigrants. We are a nation of colonizers, ex-slaves, ghosts of genocide victims, and preferred immigrants.

Maurice Lucas Goes IN (via sonofbaldwin)

this is very true. this is absolutely true. but it should probably be considered that the most common reason (in my experience, the only reason) that the phrase “nation of immigrants” is used is to condemn hostility towards immigrants (esp. hispanic immigrants) and furthermore, condemn stereotypes about immigrants and call attention to the fact that they are baseless and invalid. the latent function of this phrase is to highlight the fact that, (for example) there was a point in american history where irish immigrants were seen as lazy, tactless drunks and were outright denied jobs based on the country that they immigrated from. now, the majority of working white americans are of irish lineage and the concept of irish people being unemployable seems silly and foreign. people say that this is a nation of immigrants to show prejudiced people how stupid they’ll look in a few years, not to homogenize the cultural and ancestral landscape of america.