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shinyhill:

Mindful People via Sustainable Code

shinyhill:

Mindful People via Sustainable Code

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Pretty much, yeah.

tvfeels:

Pretty much, yeah.

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And then, you ask me whether I approve of violence. I mean, that just doesn’t make any sense at all… whether I approve of guns.

I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama!

Some very, very good friends of mine were killed by bombs! Bombs that were planted by racists. I remember from the time - I was very small - I remember the sound of bombs exploding across the street, our house shaking! I remember my father having to have guns at his disposal at all times because of that fact that any moment - someone - we might expect to be attacked.

The man who was in that time, in complete control of the city government, his name was Bill Connor. He would often get on the radio and make statements like - “Niggers have moved into an all white neighborhood, we better expect some bloodshed tonight,” and sure enough there would be blood shed.

After the four girls - one of them lived next door to me - I was very good friends of a sister of another one… My sister was very good friends with all three of them. My mother taught one of them in her class.

In fact, when the bombing occurred, one of the mothers of the young girl called my mother and said - “Can you take me down to the church and pick up Carol? We heard about the bombing and I don’t have my car.”

And they went down and what did they find? They found limbs and heads strewn all over the place.

And then after that, in my neighborhood, all the men organized themselves into an armed patrol. They had to take their guns and patrol our community every night because they did not want that to happen again. ❞ Angela Davis on Violence [x]

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Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced. — James Baldwin

Photo credit: I Love Being Black

uneange1:

Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced. — James Baldwin

Photo credit: I Love Being Black

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jedavu:

Feather Art by Chris Maynard

Jesus H. Frogsnoggler.

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orangemuses:

I love this post so much


my hand slipped

with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”

I am re-reblogging just because that was so good

I think this one’s an Always Reblog, because the picture, the illustration, and the song title are just too damn perfect together.

wolvensnothere:

sodomquake:

robowolves:

trimcoast:

orangemuses:

I love this post so much

image

my hand slipped

with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”

I am re-reblogging just because that was so good

I think this one’s an Always Reblog, because the picture, the illustration, and the song title are just too damn perfect together.

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thisiseverydayracism:

susiethemoderator:

joryuu:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

"Love In the Time of Tear Gas."  Picture from Ferguson

Why aren’t we seeing this everywhere? Soooo much more meaningful than this, which was everywhere:


Those were my EXACT thoughts.

We all know why.

"Love in the Time of Tear Gas" is a BRILLIANT title for this photo.

sonofbaldwin:

thisiseverydayracism:

susiethemoderator:

joryuu:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

"Love In the Time of Tear Gas."  Picture from Ferguson

Why aren’t we seeing this everywhere? Soooo much more meaningful than this, which was everywhere:

Those were my EXACT thoughts.

We all know why.

"Love in the Time of Tear Gas" is a BRILLIANT title for this photo.

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99-Year-Old Lady Sews A Dress A Day For Children In Need 

Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.

Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.

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Anonymous said: Can I ask how you feel about the s6 spoilers?

doodlebrew:

For the last five years, this show has built itself a special place in my heart. Most of my “real world” friends dropped it in season 2 or 3. The hubby has tolerated it and taken a barely passing interest. No one I work with even thinks it is still on the air. Therefore, Glee has kind of been my “special thing” that I didn’t have to share even if I did sometimes have to defend.

But I have been there every week, sitting on my couch and thinking, “bring it, Glee.”

It has amused me. It has frustrated me. It has delighted me. It has angered me. It made me swoon and made me roll my eyes, often within moments of each other.

In short, it has entertained me.

And that is all I ask of the final season.

Entertain me.

Tell me stories. Sing me songs. Give me one hour a week where I don’t have to live in my world but can live in theirs.

Amuse me. Frustrate me. Delight me. Anger me. Make me swoon and make me roll my eyes.

Just entertain me.

For 13 more hours, please, just entertain me.