Eo Soa Sortuda

27. AL. he/him. life is a never-ending creation of self

[destroymylife]

[boys-say-go]

when u scratch a cat’s chin and they lift their head up reblog if u agree

[black-to-the-bones-deactivated2]

He was an activist who inspired millions to fight for their rights. He knew what was wrong with our country and risked his life to help his people achieve equality.  In the society where black were treated like animal he did everything possible to change this. His brave soul, his will and courage changed the history of America , changed the people. He made us believe we can win this war. He payed for it with his life. He will always be remembered.

[thecheshirecass-deactivated2018]

Respecting his memory also means acknowledging that his fight is far from over, black people are facing the same issues that ha birth to the Black Panthers, and that the FBI is basically trying to launch COINTELPRO 2.0 against BLM and other black activists. Hampton should be more than a history lesson, he should be a rallying point.

[fate]

via weheartit

[satiemoon-blog]

[whitepeopletwitter]

[vaporwavevocap]

All of those things listed are bad, and you should feel bad.

Each and every one. Including when it’s in America.

[rtrixie]

Does the boot taste better when it’s privately owned

[antelopian]

privately owned “boot” can’t throw you in prison or legally kill you for funsies

[nutsacktorturer]

private businesses can’t legally kill you lol remember when bayer legally sold HIV positive blood and caused an aids crisis or when coke and chiquita funded death squads to attack unionised workers hëhëhë remember when nestle starved babies by giving mothers just enough powered milk that they’d stop to lactate then hiking the price lmaooo remember when cutter gave live polio to children xd remember when asbestos companies continued to operate after it was banned lmao remember when chevron dumped toxic waste into the rivers hohooohoo

[scottandhiskind]

“Privately owned ‘boot’ can’t throw you in prison”

It’s not like private prisons have worked to increase incarceration rates or to make recitivism the norm for prisoners. Oh wait…

[thoughtkick]

“Speak only when you feel that your words are better than your silence.”

— Unknown (via meineluft)

[runsfromnothing]

sometimes I go and I get so comfortable

That it makes me awfully, terribly uncomfortable

There's a tug-of-war inside of me and neither side ever wins

Also a beating heart, that, to a fault, sometimes spins

Other times it leaps around and falters, occasionally sinks

But it sits always here, a strange seat inside of me

I hope I die in my sleep and someone says something nice about me

And that my mother writes my obituary with 'him' and 'he'

If wishful thinking were a sport, I'd be an Olympic athlete

Slightly famous and with a house in the breeze by the sea

[runsfromnothing]

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole

[runsfromnothing]

So... Why couldn't you stay just long enough to explain?

[hplyrikz]

“So I drank one, it became four, and when I fell on the floor I drank more. Nothing has changed, I still love you, I still love you.”

— Morrissey (via hplyrikz)

[kingalex92]

[runsfromnothing]

Have you ever maybe, kind of, sort of,

Been told you were crazy because of

Your stupid ramblings that make no sense

Cause you miss your best friend?

Is the only thing that distracts you from your sadness

your desperations, your guilt,

The need from another being

when they're hungry, lonely, in need of things you built?

Are there reasons you would die just to swivel and live?

Are you confused about the sadness and how it lives inside your contentedness??

Are you reaching with every err that you think you might have made

While you sit atop his grave,

Every Monday on the way to slave

Do you stare into the dirt? Do you wonder why distance never erases the hurt?

Do you contrast

Every bucket list item you've checked off just for him

Just to find that it never erases the past

Of things you never did

Or all of the shit you never said

Can you reach inside your wriggling insides?

Can you tangle your fingers with guts and blood, intestines and mess

And feelings and pulses and old suitcases

Can you find that old sweater, the one you stole?

Can you unlink the weight inside your soul?

Where does it all begin?

Where does it all end,

Or where does it all start making sense?

You know that if you were to die,

It wouldn't answer the questions why.

So you live.

[shit-liberals-post]

[ilovekitty3000]

[utteradoxography]

[runsfromnothing]

Small slices of "heaven"

Waking to find my sweet baby kitten on my chest/ curled by my side

Staying after work and cleaning long after everyone is gone just to jam to my own music over the immense sound system

Writing a new song out of the blue when I'm inspired, and being able to record it

Making my friends smile when I know they're low

Making my friends smile despite situations

Making plans to see someone I haven't seen in a while; both sides following through

Watching the sun rise beside a creek, alone, with a curated playlist playing softly in the background

Seeing something beautiful and feeling a tear form in my eye, reminding me that I'm human and raw

Making progress with my transition; learning how many people support my journey

Witnessing other people be good for the sake of being good

Long, hot, uninterrupted showers

Random messages from old friends that miss me and realizing that I miss them, too

Feeling myself change and watching as I emulate new, better behavior

Messaging old friends that I miss and learning that they miss me, too

[superbnature]

Wild mountain goat by Marekevc https://ift.tt/2bSgB7X

[thefoxandspice]

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