Things Will Get Better (via imjustbeingfriendly)

Trump’s son’s reaction during a part of Donald Trump’s Victory Speech

Be our Prince Zuko, little one.

be so completely yourself that everyone else feels safe to be themselves too
rennaissance painters: what is a baby? a small man?
I took this picture last fall. I was filling up with gas and this was written on the trash can. I took this picture because I thought it was a good reminder that I will never understand firsthand the racism, violence, and disrespect that others have endured unjustly because I am white. I am posting this now because in my class on African conflict and peace, we talked about conflict and how opportunities for gain are what drive movements that address conflict, specifically Black Lives Matter. We had a great discussion of how some of the possible gains to be had were to rebel, express anger, and to steal items. We also discussed the possible gains that Black Lives Matter could gain of building black liberation by improving life and treatment of black folks in criminal justice, family life, housing, representation, and other areas they have been systematically oppressed and targeted. We cannot close our eyes and sleep when injustice is being pursued and tolerated. When you hear "Black lives matter" how do you respond? Ask yourself why you respond the way you do. It's time to wake up.✊🏿 #blacklivesmatter #wakeupwhites
i told a lady i really liked ghosts and she said “are you being serious or are you just saying that in case one is listening”
When I was a kid I always romanticized the idea of running away and fending for myself; maybe living in the forest of finding an old broken home and making it my own.
I returned from an extended trip just recently and while I might not have been scavenging for food, or building huts out of rocks and fallen branches, I would often pull over to the abandoned houses that littered the rural highways and make myself at home. Id share my life temporarily with the animals who burrowed in decaying attics, and familiarize myself with the people who once lived there by looking through old photos and reading old handwritten letters that lay cluttered on the floor. I would sit on old porches and watch the sun set and find the cleanest bed inside to sleep on.
Their relatives left their journals, photos and mementos rotting for decades. A baby book hiding behind a dressed, more than a century old; a collection of pens strapped to the wall; a box of old postcards from a husband in Paris. I feel like piecing together their lives is a last effort to let their memories live on. I spent today visiting some of my favorite abandoned homes near me and it felt like visiting old friends
The Most Beautiful Abandoned Railway Station in the World
This is an abandoned railway station in Abkhazia, former Russian territory. It stays untouched since the collapse of USSR – the railway connection of Abkhazia and Russia stopped and railway station left out of demand so nature could take over the left-overs of Soviet architecture.
Found on English Russia, photos by Ilya Varmalov
via MessyNessyChic


