1. 10:26 22nd Aug 2014

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    Reblogged from egadsy


    Love “Da Man Wit the Chips” but Jameila White is the new “Protest MVP.” #staywoke #trill 

  2. 10:20

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    Reblogged from moustachioedcrown



    A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

    Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

    I don’t know who any of these folks are.

    They were tourists I presume.

    But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

    "Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."


    There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

    The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

    One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

    There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

    "One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

    I’m just gonna keep reblogging this because this is truly how white America works. Like people have their weddings on plantations, Blackface was and still is a major source of entertainment and the biggest movie of all time was Gone With the Wind. White America will kill Black people and then smile and laugh and enjoy their day it sickens me that we’re treated this way.

  3. 10:16

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    Reblogged from kristinetuna








    "Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

    I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

    Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

    That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

    I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

    Or that smoke the police use either.

    It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

    Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

    I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
    I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
    Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
    I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
    That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

    "Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity."

  4. 10:03

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    Reblogged from mosqking

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    (Source: gitupgitdown)

  5. 09:57

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    Reblogged from theincetagram





    he loved her soo much. 

    This is my favorite photo set ever.

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    Last night I went downtown for the first time in months. I saw some old friends, met new ones, had an abundance of mixed drinks, broke up a girl fight, and took some quality photo booth pictures. #anightinthelife (at Pixels)

    Last night I went downtown for the first time in months. I saw some old friends, met new ones, had an abundance of mixed drinks, broke up a girl fight, and took some quality photo booth pictures. #anightinthelife (at Pixels)

  7. 12:07 20th Aug 2014

    Notes: 2247

    Reblogged from thecassidy

    Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made, or by dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.
    — Alan Cohen (via thecassidy)

    (Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

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    Yesterday’s sleep fest was much needed 💤💤💤

    Yesterday’s sleep fest was much needed 💤💤💤

  9. 17:17 19th Aug 2014

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    Reblogged from dannielle


    she’s beauty and she’s grace, she dropped her phone on her face

  10. 10:02

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    #regram from @kflay: Last night was a blast!! Unsurprisingly @kflay KILLED IT.

    #regram from @kflay: Last night was a blast!! Unsurprisingly @kflay KILLED IT.