Thoughts from a stranger

showerbeers:

turnstyles:

Defiance, Ohio I Don’t Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You

Let’s stop this talk of privilege because the songs that we sing are as much a product of our privilege as the clothes on my back or the phone call I made to my mom last night. And let’s stop this talk of action because action comes easy; it’s the moments just before that are hard when I’ve got to get my voice and my fist on the same page as my heart. Let’s stop this talk of them because the things we find deplorable in politicians, CEOs and cops are the same things that will tear ourselves apart. And let’s stop this talk of words because words like dishonesty, selfishness and laziness and greed aren’t as distant to us as we’d like to believe.

So please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart
but I know that when we pick up the pieces the only thing left will be the same empty rubble that’s made up every revolution that I’ve ever known to make me believe and lose faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air.

And they say that the beauty’s in the streets but when I look around it seems more like defeat. And I’m afraid that this fight that we’re all caught up in will leave us the same as that which we oppose.

So please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart
but I know we can pick up the pieces and build something new, something different that’s not like every revolution that I’ve ever known that can make me believe and have faith in humanity and we’ll all breathe a breath of fresh air.

delawareareyou:

ryancox:

lifeonfiction:

spinlighted:

Can’t Hardly Wait - The Replacements

Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain’t you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes