What a good, strange man and what an equally good, strange time I’m having with him at my side

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dirtydirtychai:

febricant:

septembriseur:

Friends, have you ever asked yourselves: what would happen if I, a humble farmer, grew a pumpkin inside a metal nightmare machine shaped like a man’s head?
Fear not: central Ohio has your answer.

A FARMER squints into the distance, shading his eyes from the harsh Ohio sun. ”Life holds no meaning for me,” the farmer says to the tall, tall grass. 
HIS WIFE approaches, cool evening wind rippling her yellow sundress. “Why Bob, what’s paining you?” She places her delicate, weather-worn hand on his burly, bowing shoulder. “You just ain’t been the same since winnin’ the Most Aggressively Pumpkiny Pumpkin prize at the annual Pumpkin Worship Extravaganza. I feel like you ain’t even here sometimes.”
"Enough, Martha," THE FARMER sighs. "Where can I go from here? Ain’t the only way from the top down? ‘S the law o’gravity. How can we ever hope to reach such heights again?"
MARTHA thinks for a moment, gently running her thumb along the seam of his plaid shirt. “I wish I could help Bob, I swear I do.” She turns her cornflower-blue gaze to the distance, tears glistening, unshed. “I just haven’t your genius. My horrifying visions just can’t be turned into pumpkins, and they’re all I got, besides you.”
THE FARMER’s squint deepens. “Say Martha,” he says, turning to her, taking her small hands in his large, calloused grip. “What about the unholy terror that haunts your dreams, the sightless, staring, malformed orange baby head that floats on a sea of blood?”
"Oh Bob," Martha says, tears beginning to brim over, "will I ever be free? I know people talk-"
"No, Martha," he says, "I’ll grow your terror for you. I’ll grow it all year. I’ll- I’ll make a mold! You can sculpt it, remember how you used to-"
"Oh Bob, what then? I don’t think I-"
"And then we show them, Martha." A strange light seems to glow from within THE FARMER’s deep-set eyes. "We show them ALL."

oh my fucking god

dirtydirtychai:

febricant:

septembriseur:

Friends, have you ever asked yourselves: what would happen if I, a humble farmer, grew a pumpkin inside a metal nightmare machine shaped like a man’s head?

Fear not: central Ohio has your answer.

A FARMER squints into the distance, shading his eyes from the harsh Ohio sun. ”Life holds no meaning for me,” the farmer says to the tall, tall grass. 

HIS WIFE approaches, cool evening wind rippling her yellow sundress. “Why Bob, what’s paining you?” She places her delicate, weather-worn hand on his burly, bowing shoulder. “You just ain’t been the same since winnin’ the Most Aggressively Pumpkiny Pumpkin prize at the annual Pumpkin Worship Extravaganza. I feel like you ain’t even here sometimes.”

"Enough, Martha," THE FARMER sighs. "Where can I go from here? Ain’t the only way from the top down? ‘S the law o’gravity. How can we ever hope to reach such heights again?"

MARTHA thinks for a moment, gently running her thumb along the seam of his plaid shirt. “I wish I could help Bob, I swear I do.” She turns her cornflower-blue gaze to the distance, tears glistening, unshed. “I just haven’t your genius. My horrifying visions just can’t be turned into pumpkins, and they’re all I got, besides you.”

THE FARMER’s squint deepens. “Say Martha,” he says, turning to her, taking her small hands in his large, calloused grip. “What about the unholy terror that haunts your dreams, the sightless, staring, malformed orange baby head that floats on a sea of blood?”

"Oh Bob," Martha says, tears beginning to brim over, "will I ever be free? I know people talk-"

"No, Martha," he says, "I’ll grow your terror for you. I’ll grow it all year. I’ll- I’ll make a mold! You can sculpt it, remember how you used to-"

"Oh Bob, what then? I don’t think I-"

"And then we show them, Martha." A strange light seems to glow from within THE FARMER’s deep-set eyes. "We show them ALL."

oh my fucking god

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I would watch the SHIT out of this.

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I would watch the SHIT out of this.

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Twitter reacts to the Michael Dunn sentence today. Dunn was sentenced to life in prison without possibility of parole.

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This is the night I thought we were going to die …
The screams from our protesters being beaten & the images of police beating them with batons … The sounds of the police banging their batons on the ground to intimidate us, the images of media personnel running away and the smell of the chemical spray …
These things continue to play in my head over and over again.
A couple of activists in St. Louis that have been on the front lines since day 1 looked at me while we were running away and said, “tell the world what you experienced here”.
I promised to do just that!
#Ferguson #FergusonOctober #Shaw

soulrevision:

This is the night I thought we were going to die …

The screams from our protesters being beaten & the images of police beating them with batons … The sounds of the police banging their batons on the ground to intimidate us, the images of media personnel running away and the smell of the chemical spray …

These things continue to play in my head over and over again.

A couple of activists in St. Louis that have been on the front lines since day 1 looked at me while we were running away and said, “tell the world what you experienced here”.

I promised to do just that!

#Ferguson #FergusonOctober #Shaw

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The American education system is SOOOO flawed but homework and grades are not the core issues

EVERYONE in Hetalia is a baby.
They’re my babies.
I love them.
Shoosh. They are flawless.

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Christian Dada Autumn/Winter 2013

darkclothes:

Christian Dada Autumn/Winter 2013

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"The term “illegal immigrant” was first used in 1939 as a slur by the British toward Jews who were fleeing the Nazis and entering Palestine without authorization. Holocaust survivor and Nobel Peace Prize winner Elie Wiesel aptly said that “no human being is illegal.”"

Why ‘illegal immigrant’ is a slur - CNN.com (via subalterity)

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#NotAllClowns

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#NotAllClowns

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I’m grown but I’m not grown grown

Which means I know how to ride a dick but I’m still not sure how taxes work.

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