"A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard. It is the desperate, suicidal cry of one who is so fed up with the powerlessness of his cave existence that he asserts that he would rather be dead than ignored … To be a Negro in America is often to hope against hope. It means fighting daily a double battle — a battle against pathology within and a battle against oppression without."

— Martin Luther King Jr., Chaos or Community 

via Errin



My writing process seems to be like, send 47 emails about something else, write four lines, take a shower, go to the coffee shop, write 15 lines while gchatting, leave the coffee shop, realize I lost my wallet at the coffee shop, find out it is not there, despair, intoxicate myself, call my friend Annie and demand to watch Game of Thrones. But stuff seems to come out eventually, so I guess it is happening. I should fix this though. 

relate to this so hard