the-movemnt: this is so f***ed up (x)

the-movemnt:

this is so f***ed up (x)

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africansouljah: i gotta stop holding on to people who dont want me

africansouljah:

i gotta stop holding on to people who dont want me

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African-American DISNEY ACTRESS Is Racially Profiled and Beaten by LA police

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raptorific: If I didn’t remember actually reading this in an...

raptorific:

If I didn’t remember actually reading this in an actual Calvin and Hobbes book as a child I’d think it was ironically photoshopped like those comics where Mickey Mouse and Goofy talk about how reality is an illusion but this comic strip was actually just……. already………… like that……………

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"I had not yet found out about time; I was still under the illusion that I had plenty of time ― time..."

“I had not yet found out about time; I was still under the illusion that I had plenty of time ― time for this, time for that, time for everything, time to waste.”

- Joseph Mitchell
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political-party-girl: The thought of a rabid Trump supporter committing an act of violence against...

political-party-girl:

The thought of a rabid Trump supporter committing an act of violence against Hillary prompts physical anxiety in me. So much so that I must cloak my words in that euphemism that we so often use now – “committing an act of violence.“ 

I cannot fathom waking up the next day to a world in which that happened. Yet it is so possible. Probable. 

It was the same with Obama, this constantly worrying. What if this suddenly all went away? 

How would I call myself an American after that? 

 Yet even now, I continue calling myself an American knowing that no level of tragedy will be a catalyst for change. Not a classroom of first graders. Not innocent black lives. Not a nightclub full of lovers and friends. 

So maybe this would be the same. You shed tears, send thoughts and prayers, read hot takes, maybe even attend a protest. And then you get back to your life. Resume business as usual, comfortably numb, wondering how the hell we ever got here.

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