Protesters in New Delhi are hit with a police water cannon blast during their demonstration following the brutal gang rape of a 23-year-old woman, which has sparked powerful protests in India’s capital in recent days.
Countries ABC, protest: India
This photo was taken over 20 years ago by Todd Robertson during a KKK rally in northeast Georgia. One of the boys approached a black state trooper, who was holding his riot shield on the ground. Seeing his reflection, the boy reached for the shield, and Robertson snapped the photo.
I think the officer’s expression says it all. This child standing before him is being taught how to hate even though he doesn’t understand it. He probably doesn’t understand the difference between this and Halloween.
If any post on my blog gets really big, I hope it’s this one.
this is really fucking sad
i think of everything we learn without even noticing
Soco Amaretto Lime - Brand New
You and me were kings over the parkway tonight
And tonight will go on forever while we
walk around this town like we own the streets
and stay awake through summer like we own the heat
funny faces with Riv (my better quality scan - John Roca pic NYC ‘88)
This girl was crying and begging the policeman not to hit her or any of her friends. Then the policeman started crying as well and he said to her: “You just hold on girl.”
The photo comes from protests happening in Bulgaria right now. Students are protesting poverty and corruption in Bulgaria’s Socialist-backed government, chaining themselves to the doors of Sofia University and clashing with police outside of parliament.
After the photo was taken it quickly went viral
this picture is so powerful
Trying on clothes is really hard when you hate yourself. Liking someone is really hard when you hate yourself. Eating is really hard when you hate yourself. Life is really hard when you hate yourself.
Mazzy Star - Fade Into You
I wish it was easier for me to explain. Not being sad for me would be equivalent to…not thinking, and I know that it will never happen. It’s not something that pills can fix, it’s not something a midnight drive can fix, it’s not something I can control. My sadness is a part of me. Sometimes it is so heavy inside of me I forget to breathe and sometimes it is buried underneath a vast multitude of other feelings-but it is always there. Most of the time, it’s not even like I want to kill myself- but like someone else is holding a gun to my head and I couldn’t care less if they pulled the trigger. What I don’t think people understand is I hate it, I hate that overbearing feeling, I hate the “it’s just a bad day” or the “you’ll get over it” mantras. No one will know how afraid I am that the sadness will consume me or that no one will ever love me because of it. I don’t see myself getting out of the slump. I should accept, I’m just not sure I’m willing to.