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Mother tending to her son. Goree Island, Senegal

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Mother tending to her son. Goree Island, Senegal

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Saturday Jan 1 @ 12:16pm with 223 notes



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I just saw this madness now…
18 December, 2011: The blogosphere is boiling at the cruel beating of a female protester by Egyptian military police, who continued battling protesters in Tahrir Square on Sunday. The clashes, into their fourth day now, have left 10 people dead and hundreds injured.

The video uploaded on YouTube Sunday reveals the extreme cruelty of the country’s law enforcers during the crackdown on Qasr Al-Ainy Street just off Tahrir Square. 

The army soldiers in full riot gear have been savagely beating a seemingly unconscious female protester with big sticks, kicking her and stomping on her chest. 

Moments earlier she has been struck countless times in the head and body with batons, while being dragged by the soldiers. She tried to cover her head from the blows with her hands. 

Blue bra’ girl brutally beaten by Egypt military video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnFVYewkWEY&skipcontrinter=1  

It is things like this that need to be spread. May the people see this and be angry! Let them be outraged! And may that outrage and anger lead to the people standing up and putting a stop to these injustices. 

Get angry.

I’m so angry that I’m going to reblog this in protest because I’m like, really totally mad.

We can’t like, hold an egyptian american ambassador hostage or something?

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Friday Dec 12 @ 08:27pm with 1,674 notes


cultureofresistance:

Borders are the gallows
Of our collective national egos
Subjective, lines in sand
In the water, separating everything

Fear is the cause of separation
Backed with illicit conversations
Procured by constant condemnations
National blood-painted persuasions

Here's my song for the free
No, it's not about praise and publicity
Corprotocracy, what a hypocrisy
Aristocracy versus democracy
Borders Are, Serj Tankian

cultureofresistance:

Borders are the gallows
Of our collective national egos
Subjective, lines in sand
In the water, separating everything

Fear is the cause of separation
Backed with illicit conversations
Procured by constant condemnations
National blood-painted persuasions

Here's my song for the free
No, it's not about praise and publicity
Corprotocracy, what a hypocrisy
Aristocracy versus democracy
Borders Are, Serj Tankian

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Monday Dec 12 @ 07:06pm with 4,932 notes


I’m such an indecisive mess.

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Monday Dec 12 @ 07:00pm with 42 notes


stay lucid

stay lucid

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Monday Dec 12 @ 02:27am with 35,906 notes



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Saturday Dec 12 @ 04:45am with 327 notes


naranjitoo:

Jean Cocteau (self-portrait, 1954) 

“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort, the trifling feeling of escape experienced at a masked ball. He distances himself from that which he feels and sees. He invents. He transfigures. He mythifies…
Journalists know this, or at least sense it. The inaccuracies of the press, and the banner headlines by which they are trumpeted, are soothing draughts to this thirst for the unreal. Accuracy is vexing to a crowd of would-be fantasizers. Hasn’t our age coined the term ‘escapism’, when in fact the only way to escape oneself is to allow oneself to be invaded?”
-excerpted from “On Invisibility,” Diary of an Unknown (1953)

naranjitoo:

Jean Cocteau (self-portrait, 1954) 

“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort, the trifling feeling of escape experienced at a masked ball. He distances himself from that which he feels and sees. He invents. He transfigures. He mythifies…

Journalists know this, or at least sense it. The inaccuracies of the press, and the banner headlines by which they are trumpeted, are soothing draughts to this thirst for the unreal. Accuracy is vexing to a crowd of would-be fantasizers. Hasn’t our age coined the term ‘escapism’, when in fact the only way to escape oneself is to allow oneself to be invaded?”

-excerpted from “On Invisibility,” Diary of an Unknown (1953)

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Saturday Dec 12 @ 04:40am with 1,002 notes


mediaofthemovement:

Anonymous: Survival Guide for Citizens in a Revolution

mediaofthemovement:

Anonymous: Survival Guide for Citizens in a Revolution

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Thursday Dec 12 @ 06:31pm with 90 notes


magnolius:

Incredible sculpture made entirely out of drinking straws - by Korean artist Sang Sik Hong. The sculptures focus on human desires, namely: power and sex.  

magnolius:

Incredible sculpture made entirely out of drinking straws - by Korean artist Sang Sik Hong. The sculptures focus on human desires, namely: power and sex.  

Thursday Dec 12 @ 06:29pm with 175 notes



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Tuesday Dec 12 @ 12:02am with 5,425 notes


definitelydope:

Valley Stars (by Neil Armstrong2)

definitelydope:

Valley Stars (by Neil Armstrong2)

Monday Dec 12 @ 07:42pm with 489 notes



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Monday Dec 12 @ 06:57pm with 17 notes



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Sunday Dec 12 @ 11:50am with 4,210 notes


Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know — because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly… And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands. F. Scott Fitzgerald (via tiredtalk)

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Sunday Dec 12 @ 11:46am with 283 notes