Today I was walking and a streetlight went out as I walked under it and I freaked out and thought of Harry potter. I was all “I’m gonna call Jessie and tell her, how weird that that just happened!!” And for a split second I forgot that Jessie has been dead for almost a year now… And I still can’t deal with it.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged. : I am not Mike Brown. (via asgardian-feminist)
i know that everyone says this, but i’m really not coping anymore. all this change, all this stuff, i feel like i’m pretending to be so strong when in reality it’s just because there’s no one to actually properly talk to about this.
do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals
it’s called makeup
you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops