RMH

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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
todays bird
Cosmic Funnies
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

tannertan36
occasionally subtle

roma★
hello vonnie
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Keni
The Stonewall Inn

izzy's playlists!
noise dept.
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taylor price
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@bubbleblowersinthesnow-blog
Stonewall Riots + 5 Names To Know
Sense8 | The Cluster singing What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes
The possibilities are these: [Sandra] Bland died from an untreated head injury after State Trooper Brian Encinia bashed her head against the pavement and police staged her suicide; Bland died from an epileptic seizure (recall that Encinia’s response to Bland telling him she had epilepsy was “Good”) and police staged her suicide; Bland was killed or died in some other way in police custody and her sucide was staged; or Bland indeed took her own life, after she informed police of previous suicide attempts and they utterly failed to prevent another while she was in their care. There is no version of events where police are not culpable for Sandra Bland’s death. And all because Officer Encinia was angry that Sandra Bland knew her rights and was exercising them. No matter how she died, she is dead because that man became enraged that a black woman wouldn’t unquestioningly submit to him.
http://www.shakesville.com/2015/07/sandra-bland-case-updates.html
Melissa McEwan sums up how the police are responsible for Sandra Bland’s death no matter how she died. They need to be held accountable.
(via xxunmasked)
#SayHerName
Rihanna out and about in NYC.
morning flight
by Stella Akua Mensah
The clouds’ shadows look like bruises
on the open land
upon the stretches of my skin
blood-spots sprout roses from the way your bones
push into me
clear empty fields
where Her fingers and lips
used to reside–
for eight hundred days
She made a home on me.
The shadows of old
die and renew,
like the passing of Storm-clouds
they make way for
the Sun.
by Anna Droege
March 2015
F.R.I.E.N.D.S + meeting new people
Only from the heart can you touch the sky. from 500px & flickr
Please don’t delete the link to the photographers/artists, thanks!
by Anna Droege Mid-January