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crooklynheights:

Candid photo of Lucifer and the angel he destroyed
hiroshirai:

unexplained-events:

This photo was taken over 20 years ago by Todd Robertson during a KKK rally in northeast Georgia. One of the boys approached a black state trooper, who was holding his riot shield on the ground. Seeing his reflection, the boy reached for the shield, and Robertson snapped the photo.
I think the officer’s expression says it all. This child standing before him is being taught how to hate even though he doesn’t understand it. He probably doesn’t understand the difference between this and Halloween.

That shit is taught, nobody born that way. No fucking body. 
tacomaster420:

I’m gonna scream
Anonymous:
What do you do when the one you love the most leaves and you're alone for the first time in a long time?
Me:

lora-mathis:

Cry. Pick yourself apart. Blame yourself. Blame the timing. Blame the weather the way the words came out the things you said the things you didn’t say. Blame them. Stay inside for a few days. Bang your fists on your knees and cry when you find letters they wrote to you. Force yourself to leave the house. Force yourself to say “yes” when your friends ask you to come out for a day. Forget them for ten minutes and then have their name come crashing back into you, full-speed, full of fire. Spend the rest of the night spitting up rust and wondering if they will affect you like this forever. Say “I’m sorry” to them so many times in your head that you get drunk off your own apologies. Feel your tongue grow into a dead, useless weight, heavy with things that are now useless to say. Consider cutting it off. Consider running away. Consider changing your name, throwing yourself into a lake, and swimming until you drown or reach a new place, a new state, a country where no one has seen their face. Forget them in pieces. Forget them in revolutions. Forget them so fully that you begin to question whether or not they ever existed. Talk to your friends without having them in the back of your head. Develop crushes and do not compare them to Them. Stop calling yourself “cursed.” Stop telling yourself you will not be cared for like that again. Stop saying that was your one chance at Love and you blew it. Get touched. Get fucked right. Put your hands in-between your thighs and do not blush. Look in the mirror and see no whisper of an apology on your lips. Forgive yourself. Forgive the amount of promises you thought about texting them, the worries you cried out to your friends, the sad regrets you poured into wine bottles and voicemails and desperate trips alone and fingernail shaped scars. And then throw “I am sorry” down like the dirty phrase it is. Leave it bleeding on the ground. Crush it beneath your teeth and feel the flavorless dust of it fall onto your lips. Declare yourself as more than an apology. A tribute to Forgiveness. Be what you tried to pour into others, only for them to shrug off. Be it all. 

letsgoforahike:

Let’s Go For A Hike
historical-nonfiction:

The Great Pyramids of Giza, as you’ve never seen them before — at the edge of a sprawling metropolis and the vast desert.

"I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand."

- Talib Kweli, Beautiful. (via ruffclub)

(Source: crowmantic)

breathe-and-meditate:

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