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    boygeorgemichaelbluth:

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tchallmedia:

Justice for Kendrick Johnson at The March on Washington 50th Anniversary - August 28th, 2013
Kendrick Johnson was a 17-year-old student at Lowndes County High School in Valdosta, Georgia, where he was last seen in his fourth-period class on the afternoon of Thursday, January 10, 2013.  After that, he never showed up to any of his other classes.
And he wasn’t on the school bus home, as he always was at the end of the day.
Worried like any parents would be, Kenneth and Jackie Johnson reported him missing to the Lowndes County Sheriff’s Department.   Both in their mid-forties, Kenneth is a truck driver and Jackie, a school bus driver.  They spent a long night wondering if their child would come home safely.
Lowndes County High School is a complex of low lying buildings, built in a horseshoe shape around a large parking lot.  The old school gym is a small building, sandwiched between two larger ones.  There are surveillance cameras outside and inside the gym, where a student visited early the next morning following Kendrick’s disappearance.
Wrestling mats were rolled up and standing vertically, as they usually were, in the back of the gym.  Horsing around, the student noticed that one mat was different from the others.  Someone’s bare feet were sticking out of the top of one of the mats.  Was this some sort of practical joke?  But it wasn’t Halloween, so what was going on?
The student quickly left and called a teacher.  When adults came to the gym and unrolled the mat, inside was the body of a male African American.  It was impossible to identify him by sight; his face had been beaten beyond recognition.  Paramedics were summoned.
The Lowndes County Sheriff’s Department arrived after, though the exact time which they showed up is unclear. Searching the body, police found a wallet in the pocket of his gym shorts.  Opening it, the identification said, “Kendrick Johnson.”  Inexplicably, County Coroner Bill Watson was not summoned until 3:45 PM, approximately five hours and forty five minutes later.
When Watson got there, it was chaos. The entire scene around the body was trampled by everyone from curious coaches and teachers, to the cops themselves.  To say the crime scene was contaminated is putting it mildly.  Little evidence was gathered; no one was questioned; and no crime scene photos were taken.  The body was eventually carted off to the Harrington Funeral Home, where an interested worker did snap the only photo extant of Kendrick’s face in death.

this fails to mention that Kendrick’s brain, heart, liver, and lungs were missing from his body—replaced by newspaper. 
we speak and remember his name.

i read the sheriff’s son had something to do with it

    boygeorgemichaelbluth:

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    tchallmedia:

    Justice for Kendrick Johnson at The March on Washington 50th Anniversary - August 28th, 2013

    Kendrick Johnson was a 17-year-old student at Lowndes County High School in Valdosta, Georgia, where he was last seen in his fourth-period class on the afternoon of Thursday, January 10, 2013.  After that, he never showed up to any of his other classes.

    And he wasn’t on the school bus home, as he always was at the end of the day.

    Worried like any parents would be, Kenneth and Jackie Johnson reported him missing to the Lowndes County Sheriff’s Department.   Both in their mid-forties, Kenneth is a truck driver and Jackie, a school bus driver.  They spent a long night wondering if their child would come home safely.

    Lowndes County High School is a complex of low lying buildings, built in a horseshoe shape around a large parking lot.  The old school gym is a small building, sandwiched between two larger ones.  There are surveillance cameras outside and inside the gym, where a student visited early the next morning following Kendrick’s disappearance.

    Wrestling mats were rolled up and standing vertically, as they usually were, in the back of the gym.  Horsing around, the student noticed that one mat was different from the others.  Someone’s bare feet were sticking out of the top of one of the mats.  Was this some sort of practical joke?  But it wasn’t Halloween, so what was going on?

    The student quickly left and called a teacher.  When adults came to the gym and unrolled the mat, inside was the body of a male African American.  It was impossible to identify him by sight; his face had been beaten beyond recognition.  Paramedics were summoned.

    The Lowndes County Sheriff’s Department arrived after, though the exact time which they showed up is unclear. Searching the body, police found a wallet in the pocket of his gym shorts.  Opening it, the identification said, “Kendrick Johnson.”  Inexplicably, County Coroner Bill Watson was not summoned until 3:45 PM, approximately five hours and forty five minutes later.

    When Watson got there, it was chaos. The entire scene around the body was trampled by everyone from curious coaches and teachers, to the cops themselves.  To say the crime scene was contaminated is putting it mildly.  Little evidence was gathered; no one was questioned; and no crime scene photos were taken.  The body was eventually carted off to the Harrington Funeral Home, where an interested worker did snap the only photo extant of Kendrick’s face in death.

    this fails to mention that Kendrick’s brain, heart, liver, and lungs were missing from his body—replaced by newspaper. 

    we speak and remember his name.

    i read the sheriff’s son had something to do with it

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    dynastylnoire:

lovelifelaurennn:

breenewsome:

This is #JonathanFerrell. Last summer, he crashed his car in Charlotte. He climbed out of his car and started walking in search of help. Police arrived, surrounded the site of the crash and Ofc. Randall Kerrick shot Jonathan multiple times in the chest, killing him. #endpolicebrutality

WHAT?

let us not forget

    dynastylnoire:

    lovelifelaurennn:

    breenewsome:

    This is #JonathanFerrell. Last summer, he crashed his car in Charlotte. He climbed out of his car and started walking in search of help. Police arrived, surrounded the site of the crash and Ofc. Randall Kerrick shot Jonathan multiple times in the chest, killing him. #endpolicebrutality

    WHAT?

    let us not forget

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    "To be a happy person, one has to drop all comparison. Drop all these stupid ideas of being superior and inferior. You are neither superior nor inferior. You are simply yourself! There exists no one like you, no one with whom you can be compared. Then, suddenly, you are at home."
    Osho  (via senyahearts)

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    kitkatinc:

    spelling bee administrator: your word is delicious
    me: D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the D to the E to the to the to the
    spelling bee administrator: hit it fergie

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    "I mean, I hope you’re happy,
    But the sky is still the sky without you,
    And I’m not surprised by that anymore."
    Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via ranjhana)

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    — 2 days ago with 28821 notes
    "Some people smoke,
    others drink, and others fall in love,
    each one dies from a different way."
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    "Baby girl what does it matter where ya purse from?
    Your hair done, your nails did,
    Your ass fat, but you’re dumb."
    Lupe Fiasco (via hip-hop-lifestyle)

    Bruh. Dumb girls are turn offs

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North West for CR Fashion Book shot by Michael Avedon.

    North West for CR Fashion Book shot by Michael Avedon.

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    flvckooo:

praxis89:

Orange in his Hand
I see two men sweat at the exit of the freeway.
One is brown and burnt from the sun rays the other is white with an American Flag stitched across his trucker hat.
They both wear dirty clothes. They both burn  to hold a little green.
One sells oranges, walking up and down the street.  One holds a sign that reads, “I’m hungry, help me eat.” I feel for both of them, but I only admire one.
The one who hands oranges in bags to tired faces, who chases cars for his change, who counts pennies as profit to keep his apartment.
The one whose wife wakes before sunrise to walk through Los Angeles streets yelling “tamales, tamales” with a 4 year old daughter  at her side.
The mother who crossed over 4 years earlier so her daughter wouldn’t have to sell tamales with a baby at her side.
The father tells his son never to beg, but to work hard for the bread. So the son sells Cheetos at his high school and gets called beaner for not owning  named brand clothes. A son who must bring dollars before good grades because rent is two weeks late. A son who will one day hold  a gun to the head of a liquor store clerk, only to remember  his father’s words.
Mijo, work hard for the bread.
Rent is two weeks late  so the family breaks tax laws to make jobs and they lifts roses to the sky hoping someone passing by is falling in love again, so the family takes elotes to the neighborhood projects hoping the ninos are hungry.
The news says this family is here to take my job,  my seat in school,  my country, but the only thing they’re taking  is the risk of being handcuffed, broken and deported in the name of family in the name of love in the name of trying  everything to stay above the current and that is why I can’t help
But to admire the man with an orange in his hand, a fireball of hunger in his palm.


yoo I fucking shed a tear, beautiful

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    praxis89:

    Orange in his Hand

    I see two men sweat
    at the exit
    of the freeway.

    One is brown and burnt
    from the sun rays
    the other is white
    with an American Flag
    stitched across his trucker hat.

    They both wear dirty clothes.
    They both burn
    to hold
    a little green.

    One sells oranges, walking up
    and down the street.
    One holds a sign that reads,
    “I’m hungry, help me eat.”
    I feel for both of them,
    but I only admire one.

    The one who hands
    oranges in bags to tired faces,
    who chases cars
    for his change,
    who counts pennies
    as profit
    to keep his apartment.

    The one whose wife wakes
    before sunrise to walk
    through Los Angeles streets
    yelling “tamales, tamales”
    with a 4 year old daughter
    at her side.

    The mother who crossed over
    4 years earlier so her daughter
    wouldn’t have to sell tamales
    with a baby at her side.

    The father tells his son
    never to beg,
    but to work hard for the bread.
    So the son sells Cheetos
    at his high school
    and gets called beaner
    for not owning
    named brand clothes.
    A son who must bring dollars
    before good grades
    because rent is two weeks late.
    A son who will one day hold
    a gun to the head
    of a liquor store clerk,
    only to remember
    his father’s words.

    Mijo, work hard for the bread.

    Rent is two weeks late
    so the family
    breaks tax laws to make jobs
    and they lifts roses to the sky
    hoping someone passing by
    is falling in love again,
    so the family
    takes elotes
    to the neighborhood projects
    hoping the ninos are hungry.

    The news says this family is here
    to take my job,
    my seat in school,
    my country,
    but the only thing they’re taking
    is the risk
    of being handcuffed,
    broken and deported
    in the name of family
    in the name of love
    in the name of trying
    everything to stay above
    the current
    and that is why
    I can’t help

    But to admire the man
    with an orange in his hand,
    a fireball of hunger in his palm.

    yoo I fucking shed a tear, beautiful

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    2treehill:

    how do you get a nice body without moving

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    Anonymous asked: Instagramzzz?


    Answer:

    NicoleSmyth_

    — 6 days ago