katia, this is me: tree-house-children.tumblr.com. I live in a surf obsessed town but I'm obsessed with art.
I hate it when I’m so sick that it hurts and I can’t fall asleep but so sick that all I want to do is sleep. Ugh. I want to punch everything.
When a POC reads a lot, gets good grades or speaks with naturally with an expansive vocabulary and white people say ” haah you are so WHITE!”
What they really are saying is “I don’t associate those positive attributes with being a poc because your people don’t do any of that. Only white people do are capable of that.”
We seriously need to stop the whole “coconuts” or “Oreo” thing, don’t think just because someone who isn’t white and is educated that it makes them white on the inside. Accept that there are other cultures associated with education or intelligence and not just the white culture we are taught.
The floor of Florence Cathedral.
What were they trying to make God’s eyes hurt?
“My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.”
When I was a child ‘Le Petit Prince’ was my favorite book. Once I made my mom go to the library with me, so I could read it again. While we were driving home I was reading the biography included in the book and I found out that Antoine De Saint-Exupéry died in WWII. I cried the entire ride home. I thought it so unfair that such a beautiful person died in such an awful way, but I guess a lot of good people die at the hands of bad people. At least Antoine De Saint-Exupéry lives on throught the little prince.