One more month.
Lorde - 17
Chaka Khan - 60
This is so tragic.
The True Trayvon Martin
- He didn’t eat pork bc his father didn’t. Once his uncle fixed pork chops; they smelled so good,he called them “beef chops” & ate 1. #Trayvon
- He was passionate about aviation. #Trayvon
- When he volunteered at a soup kitchen for. The first time, he was astounded by the US hunger crisis. #Trayvon
- He loved his little cousins birthday parties. Even as a teen, he wasn’t too cool for Chuck E. Cheese. #Trayvon
- He was modest about saving his father from dying in a house fire. His father called him his best friend bc of it. #Trayvon
- Hoodies made *him* feel safe. Like so many teens (and adults), he wore them as a protective shell, a security garment. #Trayvon
- He called his dad, “My ol’ boy.” Lord, how he loved his dad. #Trayvon
- When folks wanted to tease him, they said, “Boy, you too skinny to take a breath.” And he’d just smile. #Trayvon
- If he wanted to hang out with his cousins and they had chores, he helped so they could finish faster. #Trayvon
- His uncle said they never had to ask him to do something twice. #Trayvon
- At 17, he was still into BMX bikes. He could cat-walk wheelie. #Trayvon
- The tattoo on his wrist read, “Sybrina.” #Trayvon
- The tattoo on his chest read, “Cora” — his grandmother’s name. #Trayvon
- I’m going to stop here. But just claim one of these memories I tweeted. Carry part of this boy with you, write him on your heart. #Trayvon
- Write the beautiful details of all the black children you meet on your heart. That’s where they’ll be safest. #Trayvon
- I feel like this stuff is important. #Trayvon
All facts about Trayvon are from this Esquire article.
This family was robbed of their baby.
Degrassi | Pride Pt. 2
omg, I was going through my Drake tag now I’m about to cry…
This is why I will forever fuck with Aubrey he did a lot for my young gay soul back in the day.
Anderson Cooper saving a boy in Haiti during a shooting. A slab of concrete was dropped of the boys head.
Anderson fucking Cooper, everyone.
Some journalists like to be strictly observers. they don’t intervene, they don’t participate. they just document what they see, even if what they see is terrible. But the way I see it, journalists don’t exist in a vacuum. They are human beings, living and working in a very human environment. And that humanity is essential in relating to their stories. When you lose your humanity, you lose any kind of journalistic integrity you have left.
why i love and respect anderson. he’s never not IN it.
#februaryphotochallenge inspired by #wildflowersunscripted, Day 2 | Past/Current Relationship: I kept the bear. Not necessarily on top of my dresser drawer or tucked in between my two pillows when I bother to make my bed. It’s in my shoe closet behind the two stacks of least read magazines… but it’s there. It was gifted to me almost 7 years ago, and it was the only gift I’ve ever gotten from a boyfriend. The butterflies I had for him have long flown away, and I’m sure the same goes for him, but I miss that space I was in. Feeling like I was loved by someone other than blood. Imagining that there was a future somewhere down the line. No, he didn’t break my heart or anything. So there’s no harm in holding on to the relics. Finding joy in reminiscing.
#FebruaryPhotoChallenge inspired by #WildflowersUnscripted Day 1 (yday), About Me: I don’t tell people about my goals often. Or my past. But when I was a youngster armed with wooden pencils and crayons, before people tried to crush my dreams and tell me “writing isn’t a career,” I declared that I wanted to be an author. At almost-24, the same goal still stands. And it will happen.