The Florida Coast, October 1962 - The Cuban Missile Crisis
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Mr. gorbachev tear down those pants
we can only sext if we roleplay as key figures from the cold war
im gorbachev who wants to be reagan
Mr. gorbachev tear down those pants
White women historically have had a hand in the oppression of black people, especially black women. White women did not want black women apart of their woman’s rights movement because like white men they saw black people as inferior and subhuman. White wives in the house abuse slaves. Stop erasing white women’s racism.
Ignoring the oppression white women perpetuate along side white men, affects black women in many ways. I’ll explain that some other time in another post.
everyone talks about how terrible tumblr was from 2012-2014, but let me tell you, as someone who has been on this website for 5 years, 2015-2017 has been the absolute fucking worst from blatant bullying, to spreading extremely diluted information about mental illness, excusing unhealthy coping mechanisms, and adopting black and white thinking skills. yeah sure, there was some cringy shit back in 2012, but at least people were fucking nice to each other
Langston Hughes; Kids Who Die (1938)
This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.
Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.
Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people—
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—
And the old and rich don’t want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together
Listen, kids who die—
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field,
Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come—
You are sure yourselves that it is coming—
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.
no one wants to admit they shop at hot topic but we all do
I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
Anonymous asked:
Did you say questions about Alex? DID I HEAR THAT YOU WANT QUESTIONS ABOUT ALEX?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? First date, tell us about it. READY GO!
Oh my goodness, you sillies.
Uhm, our first real date was to see the movie 2012. It was pretty fabulous.
It was when I was in 9th grade. Back then, I wore men’s tee shirts all the time. But on this special day, I wore dress jeans, a long sleeve black shirt, and a black and white dotty vest. I looked like a girl for once. It was a Friday, and I remember him saying, “Uh. Wow. You look nice,” in the hallway. I just smiled the rest of the day.
Anyway, he picked me up that night and asked why I was dressed so nice. I didn’t have an answer. But we went to the movie, and we sat and joked through it. I was so happy. I couldn’t even tell you. It my first date ever, and I was just exploding.
He took me home that night and walked me to my door. I didn’t know what to do, so I kind of hugged him. We awkwardly hugged, and he went home.
It wasn’t anything special, really. But I was so happy. So so happy.