#white

Our personal past is only available to us now through black-and-white film, it's a medium for communication with the dead, including our dead selves, the way we used to be, which is why we're drawn to it. ↗

— Frank Lentricchia

#film #frank-lentricchia #past #the-sadness-of-antonioni #communication

The Chinese used gunpowder to make fireworks for celebrations, and the white man came along and said, Holy shit, we can use this to kill people. What better way to celebrate than that?
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— Jarod Kintz

#celebration #chaos #chinese #death #destroy

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#away #could #edge #ended #enormous

Today I seen a dove collide into the sunset, on the way to heaven and a ruined raven chewing on death, over the pavement. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#curse #death #dove #hope #raven

,the rest of the girls pretended not to notice. That's just what best friends do. ↗

— Sara Shepard

#lies #life-lessons #truth #white-lies #friendship

White folks have controlled New Orleans with money and guns, black folks have controlled it with magic and music, and although there has been a steady undercurrent of mutual admiration, an intermingling of cultures unheard of in any other American city, South or North; although there has prevailed a most joyous and fascinating interface, black anger and white fear has persisted, providing the ongoing, ostensibly integrated fete champetre with volatile and sometimes violent idiosyncrasies. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#fear #guns #music #new-orleans #power

One lady told me that before she saw 'Sounder' she didn't believe black people could love each other, have deep relationships in the same way as white people. ↗

— Cicely Tyson

#believe #black #could #deep #each

Crap. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. None. Nowhere to be found. Crap. Why doesn't anybody realize this? ↗

— K-Ske Hasegawa

#crap #dead #death #girl #god

—¿Ha sabido alguna vez que iba a llover sin ni siquiera ver las nubes, señorita Hopper? Sientes algo, no sabes bien el qué, algo que te dice que aunque esté el sol brillando va a llover… y al final llueve. O mejor, imagine un camino largo, muy largo, y una persona al final del mismo. Esa persona camina hacia usted. No puede ver nada de ella, ni su cara ni su ropa. Pero llega un instante en que, aún sin poder ver sus rasgos, ni siquiera su manera de andar, algo hace clic en su cabeza y la reconoce. Es un familiar. Es un amigo. Es un desconocido. Pues así veo yo a la muerte. Pero con la particularidad de que ella ya no está al final del camino, sino muy cerca. Puedo verla con todo detalle. Y solo quedan unos pocos pasos para que me alcance… ↗

— Eugenio Prados

#eugenio-prados #imagination

The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet. The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I'm sinning while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea. You are a white witch, a wizard; your spells are manipulations and your cauldron from hell yet you wrap yourself in white and wear a silver wig. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#fake #genuine #genuineness #goodness #hypocrisy