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alisonroad:

“To live constantly above snobbery of word or deed;

to place scholarship before social obligations and character before appearances;

to be, in the best sense, democratic rather than ‘exclusive’

and lovable rather than ‘popular’;

to work earnestly,

to speak kindly,

to act…

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Love her.

Love her.

Whoops.

Honestly, sometimes I just forget about social media. Mostly it’s when I’m living life to the fullest. When I do that I don’t get bored…..

But then school starts again and I need an outlet for my procrastination.

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brain-food:


Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.
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Wow. 

brain-food:

Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.

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Wow. 

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What’s so special about you anyways? I’ve asked myself this question so many times, but I still can’t seem to find the answer. You have so many flaws.. You’re a smoker, which in my book of standards is disgusting, you barely ever shower, you’re never honest about your feelings, you have early onset balding…. but still, I can’t be around you without wishing that you were MINE.
I guess the point is that we can’t choose who we care about. I sure as hell wouldn’t choose you if I could help it….but I can’t. And I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I love you, and I love everything about you, despite how weird or disgusting or mean you are..
But maybe that’s what love is, you know… maybe you’re not supposed to have a decision to make in the matter.. maybe love is loving EVERYTHING about the person, not just the things that are good about them.. There’s this quote.. by some guy that I’ve never heard of, but it’s the best quote ever. And I think it describes “love” perfectly…
“Love is a temporary madness; it  erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have  to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so  entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.  Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not  excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just  being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over  when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a  fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards  each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen  from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”  -Louis de Bernieres
I just want to be one tree with you…

What’s so special about you anyways? I’ve asked myself this question so many times, but I still can’t seem to find the answer. You have so many flaws.. You’re a smoker, which in my book of standards is disgusting, you barely ever shower, you’re never honest about your feelings, you have early onset balding…. but still, I can’t be around you without wishing that you were MINE.

I guess the point is that we can’t choose who we care about. I sure as hell wouldn’t choose you if I could help it….but I can’t. And I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I love you, and I love everything about you, despite how weird or disgusting or mean you are..

But maybe that’s what love is, you know… maybe you’re not supposed to have a decision to make in the matter.. maybe love is loving EVERYTHING about the person, not just the things that are good about them.. There’s this quote.. by some guy that I’ve never heard of, but it’s the best quote ever. And I think it describes “love” perfectly…


“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.” -Louis de Bernieres

I just want to be one tree with you…

soupsoup:

In human terms, 224,000 to 258,000 people have died directly from warfare, including 125,000 civilians in Iraq. Many more have died indirectly, from the loss of clean drinking water, healthcare, and nutrition. An additional 365,000 have been wounded and 7.8 million people — equal to the combined population of Connecticut and Kentucky — have been displaced.

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