"The truth is, I can’t be with you like this. I mean, I know I said that I could, but I can’t. I just can’t compromise myself like that. I mean, I’m an emotional person. I feel things and I need to be able to get upset, and talk about how I’m feeling. I mean, that’s just, that’s who I am, and I can’t change it. I don’t want to. And the thing is, you knew that, you knew it, and you still pursued me. Because you want something with me. You just aren’t strong enough to have it. Which in a way makes you a coward. And the saddest part is that, one day you’re going to wake up, and you’re going to realized what you missed and its going to be too late."
"You want honesty?
I wasn’t sure if you could handle it,
but since you’re so eager to hear it,
and since I’m a terrible liar,
you should know that every time
you do as little as look at me,
I can feel my dignity fall to the ground.
I’d stand in the bitter cold for hours
if that meant you would stay warm.
I’d rather gouge my own eyes out
than to see you fall for someone else.
And it wasn’t until you left,
when I realized that I have
a terribly addictive personality.
I’m sorry, my love.
I hope that wasn’t too much.
Because, in all honesty,
that wasn’t even
the half of it."
"My brain has no heart, and my heart has no brain. That’s why when I speak my mind, I appear heartless and when I do what’s in my heart I seem thoughtless."
"Don’t you dare
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow."
Arturo is a 29-year-old male polar bear currently living in Argentina’s Mendoza Zoo. He is suffering in 40C (104F) heat in an enclosure that has just 20 inches of water for him to swim in and has as a consequence been displaying worrying behavior.
Please sign this petition or at least spread the word in order to have Arturo transferred to a zoo in Canada which has better facilities for an animal that is used to polar conditions.
"You’re drunk in a bathtub
with a red cup full of Birthday Cake flavored vodka
wearing a headdress
made of neon Dollar Store chicken feathers.
You’re half naked in a grassy field
with drugstore lipstick smeared under your eyes
and wearing moccasins from Urban Outfitters.
You can’t wait for Coachella
so you can finally smoke a peace pipe in a tepee
and find your Spirit Animal.
You think Native American culture is so beautiful
and clumsily show it with your
hashtags on tumblr and Instagram.
But when actual Indigenous people tell you that
Gypsy, Squaw and Red Injun are all racist slurs
Headdresses are sacred
and war paint on your white face is insulting
“I’m just appreciating your beautiful culture!
I’m 1/16th Cherokee.”
Ignoring the fact that running around
naked in the woods on shrooms
will not connect you with any tribe
and that your great great great great grandmother
along with the rest of the Cherokee people
never wore headdresses."
An Indian Muslim boy leans to rub noses with a girl as they are both dressed up for Eid al-Fitr (the end of Ramadan) prayers at the Jama Masjid in New Delhi, India, Aug. 20, 2012.
Photography by: Kevin Frayer