Just a man and his will to survive.
fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Emily Hobhouse (1860-1926) was a Cornish campaigner and activist, most famous for bringing the appalling conditions of the British concentration camps to the attention of the British public during the 2nd Boer War. She also worked to improve the conditions and save the live of the people there, although under much criticism from those back in England. Seen as a heroine in South Africa but known by the British government as ‘That Bloody Woman’, she had a commanding yet compassionate gaze which has won my heart.
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somewhere
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

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"He cannot grow old, for he has never been young; he cannot become young, for he has already grown old; in a sense he cannot die, for indeed he has not lived; in a sense he cannot live, for indeed he is already dead." ∞ Søren Kierkegaard, The Unhappiest One (via silencemadenietzschecry)

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"Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?" ∞ David Foster Wallace (via negromodelo)

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historical-nonfiction:

Charlie Chaplin, age 27, in 1916
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