eyes wide open.

rachel.nineteen.saintmaryscollege

samuel.

i hope you find what you're looking for.

recovery comes first.

socialjusticekoolaid:

Last Night in Ferguson (10.21.14): A state senator was arrested (and mama may have been legally packing), one of the lead organizers, nettaaaaaaaa, was roughed up by police, and one of the main sources of footage/live feeds, Rebel Z, was detained in what seems to have been an intimidation and straight up harassment tactic. The police are out of control, and it’s only getting worse. If you think this is over, you need to look again. #staywoke #farfromover

Ferguson is still happening. Are you still paying attention?

Tune into Z’s UStream tonight to watch developments live. 

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THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!!

(Source: suqmydiqtbh, via christianmingle)

you get the call halfway through a bowl of cereal and you don’t pick up on the first ring. sometimes when you look back on this moment, you pretend like you never picked up at all, but you did. you said something pointless into the other end, trying to be funny. your mouth was full.

the weird thing is, tragedy doesn’t just walk into your life, it blooms. it swells like a tickbite under your skin and sucks out every last emotion until you’re sitting there on a barstool, jaws clenched, completely silent as words find their way into your head. you start saying, “no, no, no, no, that’s wrong, that can’t be right,” but your mouth is still full and suddenly you’re choking, suddenly you’re sobbing, suddenly you’re on the floor of the kitchen curled up in a ball and nothing will ever be the same again.

you don’t live, you exist. things seem muted. things seem ridiculous. someone in your friend group is fighting with someone else about something that won’t matter in a year. you stand next to him and hear him chatter and just stare because everything is so incredibly, hideously alive.

you stand by her tombstone. you say, “god, i fucking miss you. this isn’t fucking fair.”

was your heart buried with her? you knock on your ribs but good god

there’s really nothing there.

For my friend Ashlee. I’m so sorry, my love. I am keeping her and her loved ones in my thoughts and prayers. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

We should get outta here before David decides to give me his over protective Dad speech.

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