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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Jason Van Dyke was also found guilty on aggravated battery charges. Warning: This post contains a video depicting the shooting.
Jason Van Dyke, the white Chicago police officer who shot 17-year-old Laquan McDonald 16 times and killed him, has been found guilty of second-degree murder.
The jury deliberated for about 6.5 hours.
Van Dyke is the first Chicago police officer in over three decades to be charged with first-degree murder for an on-duty fatality, according to the Chicago Tribune. The officer had pled not guilty to the first-degree murder charges, one charge of official misconduct, and 16 counts of aggravated battery.
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Kiko Mizuhara by Petra Collins for INTERVIEW MAGAZINE ©
Unknown model for Playboy US, July 1964
“I want your mouth to taste of me / and I want to walk in your dreams naked.”
— Marge Piercy, from “Under red Aries,” Moon is Always Female (via conceptvals)
advice for girls
some songs will always haunt you
cut your hair
you might always love the people you’ve loved but that doesn’t mean you have to be a pussy about it
throw your mask in the trash & never talk about who you used to be again
sink into self-love & get lost
save bad boys til you’re 17 & then buy some glitter heels & some frosted lipstick & make that motherfucker beg for it
the night can’t take anything from you
run away without knowing what you’re running from
you don’t need a reason to be free