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Anthony. California. Apparently I'm really good at giving massages.


Brian Williams:  ”The police managed to gain the upper hand last night…”

Yeah. I’m sure that was a real struggle for them, what with the armored cars, and tear gas, and rubber bullets, AND WEAPONS.

Stop making this seem like a fair “fight”. There aren’t two equal sides here. There are oppressors and the oppressed. The victims of police violence, and the perpetrators of that violence.


anyone concerning themselves with trying to prove that michael brown shoplifted from a convenience store believes that black people should be executed extrajudicially for petty theft

"So, Governor Nixon says that it is hard to tell among protesters at night who was there to help and who was there to hurt. Given that the unarmed teen was killed by a police officer during the day, and given that the response of the governor was to suspend the First Amendment rights of protesters in the nighttime hours because of the difficulty of telling which ones of them are there to help and which ones to hurt, has there been any discussion about suspending the rights of police officers to carry weapons during the day? Because it is difficult to tell which of them are there to help, and which of them are there to hurt."

Melissa Harris-Perry (More questions than answers in Ferguson)

15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance


Seriously, what the police are doing is not “bad”, it’s illegal.

There is a reason why people are raging mad at this situation, and it’s because it’s a blatant violation of basic human rights.

If you don’t understand that, then you are part of the problem.


okay but when you have holocaust survivors and people who were activists during the civil rights movement supporting mike brown and then KKK members and neo nazi’s supporting the officer you should be able to figure out which side is the right one.



now there’s actual solid evidence that dicovery’s shark week is as garbage as I always thought it was

this is really really really important

me looking at thing: yooooo
me looking at price: nooooo



people who exercise in order to get rid of period cramps are the ones surviving the apocalypse. 




reblog if you never actually bought these you just found and kept them

This caused one of the strongest flashbacks to middle school I’ve ever had



reblog if you never actually bought these you just found and kept them

This caused one of the strongest flashbacks to middle school I’ve ever had





Please watch the video.

I’m getting scared as fuck to be alive right now.


Don’t let it disappear. Not now, not ever.

I Don’t Know.


I don’t know how to tell my White friends how I’m feeling this week…

I don’t know how to explain how having cops around has never made me feel safer, but rather, more likely to die that day.

That I worry that I will be shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That the last statement is not hyperbole. 

That the NYPD might come to the wrong apartment and due to the lack of repercussions, have no problem gunning me down followed by the media tarnishing my name. 

I don’t know how to explain that the reason I don’t fear death is because of things like this—because it can happen to any of us at any time.

I don’t know how to tell my good friends that championing for less-strict gun legislation inevitably means more racial injustice.

I don’t know how to tell my White friends that this is the reality of romanticizing the 40s/50s/60s.

I don’t know how to tell my White friends that I cried this week thinking of my 4 year old nephew and how his mother’s Stanford pedigree will not protect him from the countless people who want to hurt him simply because of the color of his skin.

I don’t know how to explain the overwhelming sense of pride I had being asked to host this week’s episode of Mental Floss on YouTube as substitute for the John Green and subsequently being torn to shreds by racists in the comments section because my “nose is HUUUUUUGE” and having people “turn off the video when I saw it was a Black woman.”

I don’t know what it will take for people to stop acting as if racism ended after slavery/in the 60s/with Obama’s election/when they got a Black friend, etc., etc.,

I don’t know how to make people understand the weight of growing up in a society that thinks you inherently are suspicious.

That being brown means I’m a target and that that’s just okay with everyone.

I don’t know how my White friends will ever empathize with the level of exhaustion I feel from simply trying to help them understand.

I am exhausted.

I don’t know how to explain how alleged shoplifting only results in death for Black bodies.

And how the false equivalence is so easy for some people to make.

I don’t know how to make the people who romanticize dystopian fiction realize that they have no right to turn a blind eye when it is a reality for so many people.

I don’t know how to be my usual funny, upbeat self when I am just. so. tired.

I don’t know how to not cross the line of being socially aware and being an “angry Black woman” when at the end of the day, I am actually very angry.

I don’t know how to explain to deaf ears that racism still exists in glaring ways that affect me every minute of every day.

I’m really sorry I’ve been absent this week. I don’t know…


Spread this to everyone you know!!


Chances are that sometime in your life, you will need a ride but not have anyone available. Maybe you have car trouble, got ditched by a friend, drank too much—whatever. And chances are someone will offer you a ride

If you ever get a ride from someone you don’t know very well, just met, etc., take a picture of their license and send it to your friend (or roomie or sibling—anyone you trust). Then, of course, let them know when you make it home.

If something happens (like kidnapping, rape, or mugging), your friend has all of his/her information (name, age, address…) and can take it straight to the police.

Do this before you get in the car— before you even leave the building! The the person refuses to let you see and picture their license, do not go anywhere with them.

In the absolute worst case scenario, where something happens and the ID is fake, you still have a good head shot of that person.

And if you are ever the one giving the ride, offer to do this. It will make your passenger much more comfortable. In fact, it can go both ways— you don’t know where (or who) they might be leading you to.

Whenever you are taking a ride from, or giving a ride to, someone you don’t know very well, swap licenses, take a picture of them, and send it to a friend.

Make a pact with your friends, siblings, roommates, neighbors— anyone you know, that you will always do this. Having their name and information linked with you would deter many would-be attackers.

Spread this around— make it viral— it could save someone!!