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notfuckingcishet:

socialjusticekoolaid:

Can’t stop, won’t stop: Protesters in Ferguson rally again, seeking justice for Mike Brown. More than a month and a half after his death, his killer, Darren Wilson, is still a free man. (Pt 2) 

Because it wouldn’t be a protest in Ferguson without fuckery from the police. A driver plowed his car through protesters, grazing several and running over a young boys foot. Beyond taking several hours to transport the boy to the hospital, they took even longer to arrest the motorist. Who did they not wait long to arrest? Two of the protesters who had been documenting the altercation for the world to see. If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention. #staywoke #farfromover #nojusticenopeace

September 20th, 2014

Just in case anyone thinks these are old posts still going round Tumblr: they’re not. 

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micdotcom:

Young British Muslims tell the Islamic State: #NotInMyName

There’s a new trend taking over the social media pages of young British Muslims, and it’s targeted right at the Islamic State. 

As Mic has previously reported, there’s something troubling about calling this terrorist group the “Islamic State,” since they do not accurately represent Islam or Islamic beliefs, but a twisted and perverted interpretation of the global religion. 

So to combat this, young activists, led by Britain’s Active Change charity, are telling the terrorists to stop acting under the banner of Islam by circulating the hashtag #NotInMyName and calling out the group for “hiding behind a false Islam.”

The message is clear | Follow micdotcom 

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rose mcgowan - 1999 vmas 

rose mcgowan - 1999 vmas 

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soufseas2k:

natural

soufseas2k:

natural

cyberwavenihilist with good imaginationhttp://cyberwave.tumblr.com/post/98005166275http://pauvre-magicien.tumblr.com/post/95299764204
cyberwavenihilist with good imaginationhttp://cyberwave.tumblr.com/post/98009668360/vuls-frank-auerbach-working-drawing-forhttp://vuls.tumblr.com/post/97833372919/frank-auerbach-working-drawing-for-primrose
vuls:

Frank Auerbach
Working Drawing for ‘Primrose Hill’1968

vuls:

Frank Auerbach
Working Drawing for ‘Primrose Hill’1968
cyberwavenihilist with good imaginationhttp://cyberwave.tumblr.com/post/98011216180http://sdstuffs.tumblr.com/post/79474241904
avocadohalvesonostrichleathersexhttp://avocadohalvesonostrichleather.tumblr.com/post/98005351691http://adieufranz.tumblr.com/post/24481144185/petit-tailleur

Petit tailleur 
léa seydoux 

Petit tailleur 

léa seydoux 

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ragyonumbhttp://ragyo.tumblr.com/post/98000994582/this-is-the-rape-joke-my-best-friend-was-fourhttp://backshelfpoet.tumblr.com/post/81053390497/this-is-the-rape-joke-my-best-friend-was-four

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.


This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke