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tangledandguiltyarchive:

different parts of this song have fit into my week in different ways.

1. a misconception, or…a misperception of real events:

four lips
none of which were mine
kissing
tightened my belt around my hips
where your hands were missing
and stepped out into the cold
collar high
under the slate grey sky 

2. social life, and all the mistakes i make, and a moment of speaking aloud what didn’t make sense to be spoken aloud

why do i feel like something’s been rearranged?
you know, taken out of context i must seem so strange

3. this moment, right now, right here

my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired

4. every moment, all the time, everywhere, background noise, fading beautifully but still omnipresent

oh, how i miss
substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
and oh, how i miss
walking up to the edge and jumping in
like i could feel the future on your skin 

i opened the fire door

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wewereemergencies:

Cradle and All - Ani Difranco

(Source: bornreadygeneration, via wewerenevertragedies)

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wewereemergencies:

Marrow - Ani DiFranco

so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
and I’ll have a taste of mine
but first let’s toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the things that we promise to do differently next time

(Source: wewerenevertragedies)

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"She laid down in her party dress and never got up. Needless to say she missed the party. She just got sad, then she got stuck. She was wincing like something brittle trying hard to bend."

Slide, Ani DiFranco (via elytra)

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shaelephant:


too many stories writtenout in black and white,c’mon people of privilegeit’s time to join the fight.… 
my mother was a feminist,she taught me to seethat the road to ruin is pavedwith patriarchy.so, let the way of the womenguide democracy.from plunder and pollutionlet mother earth be free.feminism ain’t about women.no, that’s not who it is for.it’s about a shifting consciousnessthat’ll bring an end to war.so listen up you fathers,listen up you sons,which side are you on nowwhich side are you on?
-which side are you on?, ani d. 

GODDAMNIT THIS IS THE BEST PROTEST SONG I’VE EVER HEARD. 

shaelephant:

too many stories written
out in black and white,
c’mon people of privilege
it’s time to join the fight.

… 

my mother was a feminist,
she taught me to see
that the road to ruin is paved
with patriarchy.

so, let the way of the women
guide democracy.
from plunder and pollution
let mother earth be free.

feminism ain’t about women.
no, that’s not who it is for.
it’s about a shifting consciousness
that’ll bring an end to war.

so listen up you fathers,
listen up you sons,
which side are you on now
which side are you on?

-which side are you on?, ani d. 

GODDAMNIT THIS IS THE BEST PROTEST SONG I’VE EVER HEARD. 

(via mustangscullaaay)

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thelightcollects:

She looks me in the eye and says,
“Would you prefer the easy way?
No? Well, ok then, don’t cry.”
Joyful Girl is such a wonderful song. It’s so smooth and fluid, with an icy touch. 

thelightcollects:

She looks me in the eye and says,

“Would you prefer the easy way?

No? Well, ok then, don’t cry.”

Joyful Girl is such a wonderful song. It’s so smooth and fluid, with an icy touch. 

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bnicolev:

she went over to his apartment
clutching her decision
and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
so she built a skyscraper of procrastination
and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
of her reply
and she felt like an actress
just reading her lines
when she finally said
yes. it’s really goodbye this time
and far below was the blacktop
and the tiny toy cars
and it all fell so fast
and it all fell so far

and she said:
you are a miracle but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and i am on call
you are a party and i am a school night
and i’m lookin’ for my door key
but you are my porch light

and you’ll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you’ll probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is but one of my truths

what of the mother
whose house is in flames
and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both
with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time?
she’s choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices
of so many desires
she’s bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness
while frantically running around
putting out fires

but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?
and you’ll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is just one of my truths

so i
i’m goin’ home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don’t expect
he’ll have much sympathy for my grieving
but i guess that this is the price
that we pay for the privilege
of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing
in

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yourhijabi:

Ani DiFranco-Slide

(via yourhijabi-deactivated2012)