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@god

y do i look like im still 13

ablogfortwolovers

WHY DONT MORE PEOPLE LOVE STING RAYS LOOK AT THAT FACE

xbean-deactivated20150424

Because they ganged up on the crocodile hunter and shanked him in cold blood.

pearswhy

explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it

seriesfourwho

all i want to do is learn stuff and not have compulsory tests on it

i love learning new stuff

and reading new books

but when i stress myself out to the point where i’m crying because of exams

that kinda takes the fun out of it

do you feel me

997

homosexualpancakes

give us the child

istanaqueenmate-deactivated2018

wipe away the debt

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bopeep

pussypowah

so thicc that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable

aprithot-deactivated20150216

21 Egyptians got beheaded yesterday and Egypt retaliated for the first time since 1991 killing 64 ISIL members and officially declared war and ya’ll are talking about Kardashian drama

blackfemmejeanvaljean

you know damn well the mainstream media is not talking about the 21 beheaded Egyptians (may they rest in peace). therefore we had no way of knowing that. if you have important information to share with us you can truly do so without the attitude

astrodidact

bestnatesmithever

I just thought of something. If Jesus was born today…in Bethlehem, how accepting would Americans be of him? A 32-year-old man from Palestine who speaks Hebrew and tells you to give all your money to the poor?

tsukkidayo-deactivated20180706

Burn

oldest-man-on-deactivated201607

^This

onesaturdaymorning-deactivated2

holy.

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Kevin Durant talks about his mom during MVP speech.

neurotransmtter

step 1) try not to cry step 2) cry

todayinhistory

March 7th 1965: Bloody Sunday in Selma

On this day in 1965, a civil rights march took place from Selma to Birmingham, Alabama; it became known as ‘Bloody Sunday’. At this stage, the Civil Rights Movement had been in motion for over a decade and already achieved legislative success with the Civil Rights Act. However the focus of the movement now became making the promise of equal franchise guaranteed in the Fifteenth Amendment a reality. While African-Americans exercised the right to vote in the years after the amendment’s passage in 1870, discriminatory measures like literacy tests, poll taxes, and grandfather clauses were soon implemented across the country to deprive them of the vote. Thus in 1965 civil rights leaders like Martin Luther King Jr. made voter registration the core of their efforts, centering the campaign on the particularly discriminatory Selma, AL. On March 7th - ‘Bloody Sunday’ - as the six hundred unarmed marchers were crossing the Edmund Pettus Bridge, they were descended upon by state troopers who viciously beat the protestors. The violence encountered by these peaceful marchers, which was captured on television and broadcast around the world, led to national outcry and caused President Johnson to publicly call for the passage of his administration’s proposed voting rights bill. After securing the support of federal troops, another march was held on March 21st, and with the protection of soldiers the marchers managed to arrive in Montgomery after three days. The marchers were met in Montgomery - the epicentre of the movement and the site of the 1954 bus boycott - by 50,000 supporters, who were addressed by King. Their efforts were rewarded when, in August of that year, Congress passed the Voting Rights Act that ensured all Americans could vote. This was one of the crowning achievements of the Civil Rights Movement, and the Selma to Montgomery march is commemorated as one of the most important moments of the struggle.

"We are on the move and no wave of racism can stop us. The burning of our churches will not deter us. The bombing of our homes will not dissuade us. We are on the move now…not even the marching of mighty armies can halt us. We are moving to the land of freedom” - King’s ‘Address at the Conclusion of the Selma to Montgomery March’ - 25th March, 1965

50 years ago today

heythereduhleila

Nothing Could Prepare Me for the First Time I Was Called "the N word"

The very first time I was ever called a n*gger, was my freshman year of high school. Up until then, I knew what the word meant, and I knew it was one of the worst things you could ever call someone. I also knew that I would probably be called it one day. My mother, who is white, had tried her very best to shield me form the inevitable racism and racial confusion I would endure throughout my life. She got me lots of books when I was little that were all about loving your skin and your hair. I live in a primarily white state, so kids (and adults) have always been interested in things like my hair. When I was in elementary school, the kids would grab my thick curly hair and shut it in the windows of the school bus or pull on it and tell me it was like dog hair. I didn’t like it, but I was always too shy to say anything. People would scrape their nails down my skin and say I was like a chalk board, because a white line would appear anytime I would get scraped. But none of that prepared me for freshman year.

I was sitting on the bus on my way home from school, listening to music and reading as I normally did in the afternoons. There were two kids behind me, one who’s name was Corey and the other Jordan. I could hear both of them talking behind me, but I couldn’t really hear anything specific. Until he said it. “N*gger.” He said. Flat out. No warning or anything. The feeling I got in that moment was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I literally felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest. My insides felt like they were collapsing, and my heart was racing. Jordan hit him on the arm and chuckled. “COREY, you can’t say that.” she said.

"And why not?" He shot back at her. I glanced back and she nodded her head at me, as if to say "because she’s here". He quickly replied with "I don’t fucking care, she’s a n*gger. I’ll say it again." I stared straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of me, and prayed he wouldn’t say it again. But then he leaned forward, saying it directly to me this time. "N*GGER." He shouted. "N*GGER N*GGER N*GGER." With every time that he said it, the knife in my chest plunged deeper and deeper. My eyes filled with tears, and even as I cried I looked around to see if anyone was hearing this, but everybody was off doing their own thing, talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the situation. I felt helpless.

"Please stop." I whispered through my tears. He laughed then, and leaned over the seat so that his mouth was right next to my ear. And then he screamed it in my ear for the last time. I literally felt like someone was punching me and stabbing me all at once. You always hear about the word, and you always know what it means and you know how bad it is, but it is a whole different experience to have it said directly to you with the full intent of its definition.

I didn’t tell anyone about it for a couple weeks afterwards. My mood changed, and people were noticing. I was irritable, I would burst into tears when I thought nobody was looking. My mother finally confronted me and demand I tell her what was wrong. My voice shaking, I recounted the whole ordeal. She sat and held me and cried with me. The day that she had been dreading since the day I was born had come. The very next day she called my school and told them that action had better be taken against Corey. For three days after that, nothing happened. I heard nothing from my school, and Corey continued to go to school and ride the bus. Finally one day, in my 2nd period class, I got called down to the office. My heart raced as I made my way down. When I got to the office the two resource officers and our principal were there. They had be recount my story. They sat quiet for a few second afterwards.

"Well, he says he was just singing a rap song and he didn’t know you were there."

"That’s wrong, he knew I was there. He wasn’t singing a rap song! He was calling me a n*gger on purpose!"

"Well he says he was singing a rap song." The resource officer said again. "We spoke to him, and we spoke to his parents. Hopefully he’ll grow out of it. We’ve given him a lunch detention for the next two days."

That was it. That was what Corey got for doing what he did to me. A slap on the wrists. So much for a “Zero Tolerance Policy” Welcome to the American school system. They sent me back to class after that. I walked up those flights of stairs, my face hot and tears threatening to pour out over my face. I was humiliated. I still saw him everyday after that. He and his friends would taunt me every time he saw me, mocking me, making cry baby faces. It was torture. My mother pushed for the school to do more, but they wouldn’t budge. They repeated over and over that they gave him two lunch detentions, that that was an adequate punishment for scarring me. Like I said, I live in an almost completely white state, so most all of my friends were white. They said they were sorry for what happened, but you could see on their faces that they didn’t understand. They didn’t understand the deep effect his words had on me. I felt trapped inside myself, nobody understood what I was going through. About a month or so after that, I moved away and switched schools. Things got a bit better after that socially, but the scars of his words are still deeply affecting me. I am just now learning to love who I am again, despite the racial struggles I still face.

That’s why #blackout is so important to me. I see so much black pride going around, and it’s the most incredible thing in the world to see. All of us banding together and celebrating our culture and every inch of our beautiful skin and hair and eyes…all of it. It honestly makes me want to cry, it’s so beautiful thing to see. Happy Blackout Day, everyone :)

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