Hey guys, the name's John. I'm 19, and a Sophomore in college, between the stress of school and work tumblr is what keeps me sane.
We didn’t know that our activism and our peaceful displays would result in guns literally looking down our eyes. Literally looking down our eyes. Guns.
And I had young people who were willing to die. For justice.
I had a young person — and he’s definitely the example of many young people that I represent who said "I didn’t think I would make it to twenty-one years old so I’m ready to die now. Let’s do it now."
State senator Maria Chappelle-Nadal (@MariaChappelleN) speaks on the Senate floor about the events she witnessed in Ferguson, Missouri in the weeks following the execution of Mike Brown. Senator Chappelle-Nadal was one of many protesters tear gassed for three hours without reprieve by the Ferguson PD.
She has been consistent and unrelenting in her criticism of Governor Jay Nixon — to the point of tweeting him “FUCK you, Governor!” — for his lack of action over the violation of citizens’ constitutional right to peacefully protest, and passionately vocal about the violent ways in which protesters were abused by the police.
i am protecting your freedom. something no one ever did for me. even as my own parents delivered me into a life of slavery, my brother and sister simply stood by—content in the fact that they were not the bargaining chip for tamaran’s peace. the unspeakable acts i suffered through—sometimes your brothers and sisters need to do more than watch.
A collected post of all my most recent illustrations of women wanderers and warriors. Prints here.
I need all of these hanging on my wall as soon as humanly possible.
|Joanna:||"First rule of witchcraft: we don't kill people"|
|Joanna:||*poisons a lady*|
|Joanna:||*stabs a guy with a dagger*|
|Jo:||*buries a dude alive under her floorboards*|
|Wendy:||*sips her drink*|
|Wendy:||"but that's none of my business"|
This is seriously the best thing anybody has ever sent me!
Sometimes, your depressed friend wants to hang out with you so they can scream about how awful they feel. It’s not because we need attention, but because we know you value our wellbeing and want to help us affirm our struggles. But I am a depression vampire; to talk about myself, I need to be invited in. If you simply ask how I’ve been doing, I’ll just say “oh you know, fine.” Please be so explicitly clear that you want us to open up.Logically, those suffering from depression probably know that our loved ones won’t mind if we just start talking about our problems. Nonetheless, depression loves to tell us that our friends are not actually our friends. If you reassure us that we have a place in your life, we can begin to rebuild our trust in the world and our own self-esteem.