Everything That Glittlers

deezyville:

hinterkind:

im1004:

Billie Holiday “Strange Fruit" London; 1959

This poem/song never fails to give me chills and open a chasm in the bottom of my nauseated stomach.

Talk about painting a picture…

notabadday:

googlearths:

if my husband doesnt tear up when im walking down the aisle im turning the fuck around 

my husband definitely will because he’s gonna have to put up with me for the rest of his life and that’s enough to make anybody cry

weareallmixedup:

This latest Grey’s Anatomy episode about the mixed race boy who can’t find a bone marrow transplant is too real. It is SO HARD for mixed people to find bone marrow matches. If you’re mixed and willing to donate, definitely do so.

Here is some more information and mixed race people and bone marrow transplants (I’m sorry that it uses Caucasian instead of white.)

—Veronica

cumber-porn:

random-nexus:

marmosette:

professorfangirl:

dominatrixeditrix:

Honey Maid’s amazing response to the hate they got for showing gay and mixed-race couples in an ad. 

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I hadn’t heard about this. Why does this not have a million notes? I will never buy anybody else’s graham crackers ever ever again.

This is not only a brilliant response to the hate mail, but I am grinning so hugely at the fact that there was so much more positive response than negative. 

We’re making headway, people.  Eventually we’ll all be members of an evolved society of mature adults.  Eventually. *chuckle*

Love this so much!!

sixpenceee:

Truth from Parents of Children Who Died

by Dan Pearce 

This makes me want to sob for the rest of my life. 

weloveblackgirls:

Not here for it today .. Unfollow

weloveblackgirls:

Not here for it today .. Unfollow

frantzfandom:

i’m logging off

themosthorror:

“Have you seen my son?” the woman frantically asked the old lady across the street.
“No, sorry dear” the old woman replied.
“Have you seen my son?” the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified this time
“No, I’m sorry ma’am, but we’ll search right away” the officer responded while taking out his radio, trying not to look at the woman’s sorrowful eyes.
“Please…please tell me my son is in there” asked the woman to a friend of hers, which happens to live right next to her house.
“I’m really sorry Clarice, we haven’t seen him” the mother replied.
The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, “Where is my son”.She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, out of pity, helped her in her search
“JIMMY, JIMMY! WHERE ARE YOU! PLEASE COME OUT!”
Starting that day, from 10 in the morning til 8 in the evening, the woman would leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; pale skin, frizzy hair, and her skinnier body. She screamed at every part of the town, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?”
Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she’d already gone crazy.
She went to the local police department again…
“Have you seen my son?”
The officer in charge left out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry ma’am”
The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front door, a smile painted itself across her face.
With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself.“I guess I hid the body well”
Source X

themosthorror:

“Have you seen my son?” the woman frantically asked the old lady across the street.

“No, sorry dear” the old woman replied.

“Have you seen my son?” the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified this time

“No, I’m sorry ma’am, but we’ll search right away” the officer responded while taking out his radio, trying not to look at the woman’s sorrowful eyes.

“Please…please tell me my son is in there” asked the woman to a friend of hers, which happens to live right next to her house.

“I’m really sorry Clarice, we haven’t seen him” the mother replied.

The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, “Where is my son”.She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, out of pity, helped her in her search

“JIMMY, JIMMY! WHERE ARE YOU! PLEASE COME OUT!”

Starting that day, from 10 in the morning til 8 in the evening, the woman would leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; pale skin, frizzy hair, and her skinnier body. She screamed at every part of the town, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?”

Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she’d already gone crazy.

She went to the local police department again…

“Have you seen my son?”

The officer in charge left out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry ma’am”

The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front door, a smile painted itself across her face.

With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself.“I guess I hid the body well”

Source X

checknana:

nosfera-tru:

THIS VIDEO IS SO IMPORTANT

I NEED TO KNOW HER NAME
WHO IS SHE

alonzo1948:

My cousins the best at snapchat and you can’t convince me otherwise

Always pray to have:
1. Eyes that see the best in people.
2. A heart that forgives the worst.
3. A soul that never loses faith in God.

youdtearthiscanvasskinapart:

vitalemontea:

sketchlock:

thegrimmgrimm:

aburritoofsadness:

iamswagg007:

kgrossniklaus:

gentlemanbones:

I fucking hate game night with the engineering graduates

Don’t get me started on Poker Night with the math students. 

Monopoly with business majors is the fucking worst

Scrabble with english majors is a nightmare.

i can’t believe those weren’t puns

Don’t forget Pictionary with Art Students.

Words against humanity with sociologist and poli sci students is horrifying

PLAY FUCKING CLUE WITH FUCKING INVESTIGATIVE LAW MAJORS AND THEN COME TALK TO ME

youdtearthiscanvasskinapart:

vitalemontea:

sketchlock:

thegrimmgrimm:

aburritoofsadness:

iamswagg007:

kgrossniklaus:

gentlemanbones:

I fucking hate game night with the engineering graduates

Don’t get me started on Poker Night with the math students. 

Monopoly with business majors is the fucking worst

Scrabble with english majors is a nightmare.

i can’t believe those weren’t puns

Don’t forget Pictionary with Art Students.

Words against humanity with sociologist and poli sci students is horrifying

PLAY FUCKING CLUE WITH FUCKING INVESTIGATIVE LAW MAJORS AND THEN COME TALK TO ME