It must’ve broken down long ago… Probably a gardener robot. It protected this place even after the people went away.
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
OH MY GOD NO
*punches the wall*
THIS PHOTOSET ISN’T COMPLETE
WATCH THE VIDEO
watch the video it doesn’t make your heart hurt so much
finally, it has appeared on my dash
Well that was unexpected.
I was not expecting this
no one ever does
Ron always just fucking knows
If you remember, Ron was always weirdly good with Divination. Whenever he’d joke about a possible outcome, it would eventually happen in some roundabout way!
There’s actually a whole point about this in these Harry Potter analysis books I used to read obsessively. Two of their cardinal rules of HP foreshadowing are “Hermione is always right, except when she’s emotional” and “Ron is always wrong, except when he’s joking”. This actually plays out pretty frequently in the series if you look for it!
What is love?
Her definition was by far my favorite
This is one of those ideas where some person was like “Hehe, this might be silly.” And then struck fucking gold.
"Look out at this sand. If you shield your eyes from the horizon, your sense of perception is completely destroyed. Is this sand ten feet away or miles away?" she asked me, still staring out into the dunes.
"I don’t know… I can’t tell."
"That’s right. For all you know, it could be infinite. With each step you take, each passing second of travel, you have no way to knowing how far you have gone, or how far you have to go."
I looked over to her. She was still staring at the sea of sand, mesmerized with the complexity of something so simple. I suppose I was too.
"Date a girl who reads books," she said, briefly taking her eyes off the sand to glance at me.
"What’s that?" I asked, not quite understanding her.
"Date a girl who reads books. For her, the world of books is as infinite as this sand."
She picked some up and let it sift through her fingers. I watched as the grains slid quietly off of her hand and back into their pasture.
"Hey, do we have any water left?" I motioned at the backpack, a bit parched from the summer heat.
"No we’re all out," she said calmly, "The sand is our water. Let us drink from it together."
"What the hell," I said.
why do you never see baby pigeons
This is too funny NOT to draw