I get it now.
I get why my parents and the parents of every brown kid I grew up with were so strict and controlling. We can’t be out after dark, we can’t go places by ourselves, we don’t fuck with the police or anybody looking to tangle with them, and we are on our best behavior all of the damn time or we would come home to an ass-whipping.
It wasn’t until tonight, when I had to try to explain what happened to the kids who saw the verdict with me - ages 7, 9, and 13 - that I finally got it. I didn’t know how to do it, I choked up, and the only thing I could say was, “Please, just be safe, okay? Be safe. We can’t always protect you, no matter how badly we wish we could.”
The only post that I’ve seen so far that gave me chills.
My mom never let me spend the night at a white friend’s house. She never let me go to parties where it was mostly white people.
And now I know why. Black kids ain’t safe.
I know why she doesn’t TILL THIS DAY, like the fact of me or my siblings being too far beyond her reach.
Whenever there is an oil spill in the world’s oceans, a sea slick is “born”. Countless animals lose their lives to the thick, clinging clutches of oil, dying miserable, wretchedly drawn-out deaths. Sea slicks are born of the lost souls of those animals and the sludge that bound and choked the life from them. As such, sea slicks are always referred to as “they” and “them” rather than “it”, and it’s said that if you chance upon a sea slick near the surface, their soft, melancholy vocalisations carry the haunting remnants of sea birds and the whispers of shoals of fish.
Despite their fearsome appearances, they are very much docile creatures, preferring to near-constantly swim through the depths and the quiet of the sea they were robbed from. Sea slicks are amortal, being unable to die, as they were never truly what we would call “alive” to begin with. Over time, however, sea slicks do disintegrate, usually over the span of several years, losing pieces of semi-sentient oil to the surface waters.
Ambitious wixes track sea slicks to gather these pieces, as they make especially valuable, durable invisibility cloaks capable of protecting wearers from even the deadliest of spells.
I love this! Modern, industrial fantasy creatures. Wow, so cool!
Levis Ballet Commerical
(by Thyme Tomas)
Oh no, “cousins” blocking your path to the bathroom.
Doodle carried way too far, might clean it up later.
"R U Mine?" / AM
Let’s talk about car music.
Here in America, we’ve got a lot of roads. Miles and miles of road. We do a lot of driving.Turner has said repeatedly he wanted AM to be an album you listen to driving. The kind of music that when it comes on the radio, you can’t turn it off.
"I want it to sound good in the car, the way that like 50 Cent “In Tha Club” does, like when that comes on your shuffle, just try and skip it. I dare ya.” - The Guardian
(Sidebar: I felt that way about the classic early aughts tune until last Friday night, when three – possibly, probably - con artists waltzed into a small party at my friend’s house, put on the song and it was four of the most uncomfortable minutes of my life.)
Anyways, I did a series of three-to-six hour roadtrips in September and October and I can tell you with authority the Arctic Monkeys are killin’ the car trip game. I can also tell you that the distance from my driveway at school to that of my parent’s house is exactly the length of the current AM discography.
what have I done
Aries - you remind me of walking through a field of tall grass when the summer sun sets. i am allergic to grass and a lot of bugs are out and biting my legs and i hate this.
Taurus - you are a piping hot cup of coffee. you burn my tongue and i am sensitive to caffeine. you make me panic.
Gemini - you feel like christmas. you feel like christmas.
Cancer - you are what it feels like waking up to an open window and it is chilly and it’s been raining all night.
Leo - you are what it feels like to go from swimming in a pool to sitting in a hot tub and jumping back into a pool. at night. with the pool lights on.
Virgo - you are like middle school detention. a joke.
Libra - you feel like my fourth birthday when i got my first bike and my party was at a playground and nobody got hurt and i won the hot potato game.
Scorpio - you are the kind of person who has sex in the backseat of their grandparents car on easter morning.
Sagittarius - you feel like how it feels to write something in ink and not getting it smudged on the side of your hand. it’s immaculate.
Capricorn - you sound like an ice cream truck in the middle of july. my feet burn on the pavement but i want ice cream so bad that i don’t have time to put on shoes.
Aquarius - you taste like ocean.
Pisces - i hope you are like a dandelion the size of my palm. if i blow you, will you make my dreams come true?
it also says choo choo motherfuckers in small black letters underneath (at Kendall / MIT Redline Station)
by Alex Dang!