So I have to write an essay for my Ap World test. I need to write it in one continuous go. My mom woulnt leave so I can be destruction free for like an hour and a half. ”you can’t tell me to leave my own house” she says. Yeah, I kinda own the house because it’s part of my inheritance. so yeah, just this weekend, you’ve bullied me, stollen from me, and now i have one project, four assignments, a couple of tests all due this week. thanks.
so i guess my mom and her boyfriend are kinda stealing all of mine and my little sister’s stuff which we’re supposed to inherit but you know, i don’t need it, I’m probably going to kill myself before college or something, so sure I don’t need any money for college tuition or books.
fuck you mom
sometimes i wake up with a very urgent thought on my mind and it’s usually pretty dumb like ‘je suis un pomme' or 'root beer fairytales' but this morning i woke up and sat there for a second and all i could think was
the frenchiest fry
I JUST LAUGHED OUT LOUD IN CLASS
if you don’t want me here. tell me.
If you won’t fulfill your promises. don’t make them.
Just stop lying and making promises you can’t fulfill
On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.
Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.
People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.
Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.
she deserves to be re-blogged.
I really like this gif because Stitch does that little squinty thing that animals do when they’re really happy and relaxed and you can tell that he’s having such a superb time playing that little ukulele