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I AM DOING THIS.
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.
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This is probably the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.
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Every 5th gif →
This is you:
This is your best friend:
This is what your parents are like:
What you do when you’re alone:
How strangers see you:
How the same sex sees you:
Your taste in music:
If you had superpowers, it would be:
You in the morning:
Your thoughts on school:
Your reaction to being asked out:
Your parents’ reaction to you going on your first date:
What you do on Friday nights:
What you do on the weekends:
What you do in class when you should be listening to the teacher:
Your feelings on the world:
What you would do to try to save it:
How you die:
People at your funeral:
How God greets you:
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I’m so glad that I’m graduating. I can’t stand another second of my school.
I went to an academic awards ceremony at my school this evening because I got a note in the mail from my school that said I was going to receive an award. So I was like “Eh, what the hell, I’ll go.” I was hoping that maybe they would be announcing some scholarships and that maybe I got one.
Nope. That was a huge let-down.
So, I knew I didn’t get a scholarship, so I hoped that I would be recognized for my good grades in Biology. I sat there for what seemed like forever, listening to the principal call out a butt-load of names and the crazy-huge amounts of scholarship money they got. One kid got hundreds of thousands of dollars in scholarships for football. Football. And of course, all the rich kids got thousands of dollars too. The people that don’t need help wind up getting the most money.
After the hag finishes calling out the amounts of money that everyone got, she calls out who got community awards and recognitions. Blah blah blah.
Finally, she gets to the academic awards. She calls out who got the highest average in a specific course. I have a really good grade in Biology, so I was hoping that I would be recognized for having the highest average in that class.
Nope.
They don’t call out any names for Bio. That was a let-down too.
My name did get called though… for Theatre Arts I. Everyone else looks so smart for getting the highest average in AP Statistics, AP European History, AP Physics, AP Chemistry, AP English, etc., but then I get called for a stupid class. I look like a complete idiot.
I’m just so mad. All my childhood, I was told that if I was a good student and if I worked hard in school, I would be rewarded and I would get scholarships in high school. Nope. Turns out, it doesn’t matter how hard you work, how hard you study, how much you know, how much community service you do, how much volunteer work you do, you’re never going to be recognized. The only way you can be acknowledged is: if you have a parent who’s a doctor and has connections so you have more opportunities than others; if you’re African American, Hispanic, Asian, or Native American; if you’re genius-level smart with a IQ of 200; or if you play football or baseball.
It doesn’t matter if you work hard in school and make good grades. That just doesn’t cut it. You’re not good enough.
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On January 12, 2010, one day after his 18th birthday, CAPA High School honors student Jordan Trent Miles was ambushed by three plain clothes Pittsburgh police officers, who failed to identify themselves and approached him aggressively. The officers did not say “Stop! Police!”, they jumped out of an unmarked vehicle, one of them yelling “Where’s your money? Where’s the drugs? Where’s the gun?” Miles, never before in trouble with the police and thinking he was being robbed, began to run, and slipped on the icy sidewalk. The officers overtook Miles and administered a brutal beating that left him unrecognizable, ripping dreadlocks out of his head, and continuing to beat him as he lay on the ground after their initial assault, stammering the Lord’s Prayer. There can be no explaining away or excusing what was done to Miles.
The police officers lied about what happened, claiming there was a bulge in his pocket they assumed was a gun but “turned out to be a Mountain Dew bottle”. No bottle was ever entered into evidence, and Jordan and his friends will tell you he doesn’t even drink the soda. The officers also attempted to claim a neighbor reported him as a prowler and attempted to bring assault charges against Miles, which were tossed out of court when the neighbor said she did no such thing. Despite all this, the City of Pittsburgh went on to reward these violent officers with a commendation and, during their suspension, paid them more than they earned while working. Meanwhile, the Pittsburgh DA has not brought charges and the Justice Department announced on May 4th, 2011 that it would not prosecute the three officers. The mayor and police chief announced on May 5th that the three officers would be returning to work.
“I feel that my son was racially profiled,” Terez Miles said. “It’s a rough neighborhood; it was after dark. … They assumed he was up to no good because he’s black. My son, he knows nothing about the streets at all. He’s had a very sheltered life, he’s very quiet, he doesn’t know police officers sit in cars and stalk people like that.”
It’s a sad fact, but for every Trayvon Martin, where the nation rises up and cries for justice, there a dozens of Jordan Miles and Marissa Alexanders. Jordan needs justice, but we can’t stop with having the police officers who assaulted him jailed. Our society needs to change. We need to stop seeing black men and thinking “criminal,” we need to stop seeing black women and thinking “it was her own fault.”
I can’t believe shit like this actually happens.. this is sick and wrong and needs to stop.
This is horrible
I hate hearing about this kind of stuff where people are judged because of their race/ethnicity.
This is sick and wrong and those police officers should be fired for beating this man with no solid evidence or reason, and he should be apologized to publicly and offered some form of kind gesture in apology by the city
And only a day after his birthday… that just makes it so much worse, a day after he’s celebrated and been happy and then he gets beaten on the street by a couple of assholes 8(
my sincere sympathy goes to this man, and I wish him a quick and full recovery and a wish that nothing like this happens to him ever again
This is just so wrong.
No human being, or any living organism, deserves this.
Society needs to get its shit together.
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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
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- 1950's lyrics: Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For, my darling, I love you, and I always will.
- 1960's lyrics: When the girl in your arms is the girl in your heart, then you've got everything.
- 1970's lyrics: I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.
- 2012 lyrics: Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt.
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“cannibalism”
I think you mean cananabananailism
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