In the late 1960’s, photographer Arthur Tress began a series of photographs that were inspired by the dreams of children. Tress had each child he approached tell him about a prominent dream of theirs which Tress would then artistically re-create and photograph with the child as the main subject.

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there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

someone is thinking
i’m alone
someone finally understands
they never really

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Awake, my dear. Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of Light, And let it breathe.

Hafiz  (via thatkindofwoman)

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I’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on

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"King City at Night"

Denver, Colorado. May 2014.

my best friends work! she is so talented!!

TW: sexual assault

I was just thinking about the time I was sexually coerced…its still scary to say assaulted..so coerced. he was a friend of a guy from school, a guy who id slept with a few months earlier out of self doubt and complete lack of self worth. and my friend at the time, she was with me at this guys house. he got me alone upstairs and started kissing me, forcing me into his room and I went along, uncomfortable but feeling like it was something I was supposed to play along with. when he started trying to get physical I got nervous…deeply nervous. no wasn’t a word that occurred to me. it was rude, it was too forceful to utter in audible language, so I pushed away, laughed it off, and then blurted out about my someone else. “theres someone else!, you know him, from our trip to cape cod? theres someone else!” but he wouldn’t stop, didn’t care, brushed aside my testimony and tried to get in my jean shorts. but like a magician I slipped out of his grasp, again and again for three or so hours, while the sun came up until he fell asleep and I could leave. and the whole time my friend sat downstairs. and she assumed. and she had no idea. and when I came downstairs disheveled and distressed, she asked in the most steely, backhanded voice, “how was that?” “terrible” I replied and she didn’t ask a single thing more, and I never told her a thing. im laying here thinking, how could she not have known? how could she not care? but how was she to know something I can barely admit to now was happening? but its not her fault, we are taught lessons so backwards and dangerous on how to treat our fellow women, and ourselves. to react with jealousy or hate or indifference to each other.

such terrifying things happen to women in this world, and I just hope that I will never overlook the plight of my fellow women, no matter how I may feel towards them personally, not matter WHAT. I hope to be there to ask if they are ok, and to validate that no, that is not normal, no that is not okay, no, your body should never be touched without your consent, and never be afraid to say NO, though if you are not ready IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT.

White men make up approximately 36% of the population, but commit 75% of mass shootings. What would be called terrorism by any other skin tone is suddenly some mysterious unnamed disease. We as a society are perfectly happy to further stigmatize mentally ill people, who are far more likely to be victims of violence than commit violence, in the service of protecting white supremacy and male entitlement.

The “Mental Illness” We Refuse To Name: White Male Entitlement | Constituative Outsider

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