There was an idea to bring together a group of remarkable people, so that when we needed them, they could fight the battles that we never could.
N. O. B. O. D. Y
Listen up, Marvel and Disney.
If you want to eat pizza and watch Lord of the Rings or Star Wars all day with the occasional sexual break, then you are marriage material.
“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.
Feminist snark, 1915 style
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene
I’d rather be weird as fuck than be boring as hell.
ahh school… *inhales deeply* the sweet smell of a flawed education system and high stress levels
the most perfect post on tumblr
this made me cry actually
oh god it is
What book is this! Someone please tell me I need new books to read
What is that book?!
omg its 10 thngs we did (and probably shouldnt have)
It’s hard to maintain that military composure when one’s granny is inspecting!
I love how all the others are like ‘It’s the Queen I need to stand straighter and be more professional than I’ve ever been in my entire life’ and William and Harry are just like ‘lol hi Gran!’
I like to think she tries to make them laugh.
Reblogging because SHE’S ACTUALLY SMILING
Also Harry’s face.
this is still the best post on tumblr, forever.
"I died at 15.
A little boy named Brandon shot me twice through the head with a .22 in class
I was a child and he was a child and they mopped his spit from my veins.
I have died on a split-rail fence—
They beat me with a pistol till the blood split my septum and found me 18 hours later as a shrunken scarecrow—I’ve been carved in my own kitchen on December 24th, left with 19 stab-wounds in the street,
hacked to a torso by 10 schoolboys,
bled through a coma in 7 days,
beaten by 4 men and gang-raped in the road,
died with my 2 father’s holding me,
Just in 1 year.
I am Lawrence, Kevin, Natal, Michael, Matthew, Paul, Ryan, Marc, Sean, Sam,
I am Bobby Steele putting a bullet through my chin,
Bill Clayton lying dead in my kitchen floor,
Bobby Griffith jumping into the Portland highway,
I am Jacob Oresco hanging in my closet,
Robbie Kirkland shooting myself with daddy’s shotgun, I am the 13 victims of Seo Pualo,
I am 2009’s 200 executed Iranians,
I am the 15,000 gassed in concentration camps—
I am the illegitimate America,
I am the caricature,
I am gay and my body has been illegal since 1075 fucking BC.
America hates the kinda fags like me.
America wants me to sit down,
says a good faggot is an invisible one;
America wants me to hide what I am because I have the luxury of it not being painted on my skin.
You want me to walk like a sloth
and keep my voice real deep so you won’t suspect,
so you’ll be able to look at me without seeing the new negro who wants a seat at your table, America.
You say I am tolerable when I’m not thrown in your face, and you want me to thank you for your generosity,
but I will not be grateful for the fact that you can suffer my diluted existence,
I am not grateful for anything less than what you’ve promised me, America.
And if you say my sexuality defines me,
than I say you’re goddamn right,
I want to define this whole fucking movement,
I want you to look me in the eye and see exactly what I am,
I want to hold you down and read off the names of your sons, America,
Faggot is your word, America,
When I was 7 I kissed a boy and my daddy burned a cigarette on my wrist, America,
This scar is ours, America,
I am proof, America,
I’ve put my queer shoulder to the wheel,
and we’re still not through, America."