A mother lost her child. A father lost his son. A young man lost his life. #JusticeForMikeBrown
this is a question i’ve asked myself countless times as of late. when a situation is stressful and i’m about to let myself freak out, i take a step back and ask myself: “is this situation really going to matter in a year?” if not, i shrug it off. if so, i take appropriate steps to correct the situation and move on. i’m not perfect, but this one question has helped me immensely. why worry? why get angry? why be miserable? the things we get upset about on a daily basis most likely won’t matter a week from now, let alone a year from now. perspective is key. don’t sweat the small stuff, and the big stuff won’t seem as scary.
"From 2006 to 2012, a white police officer killed a black person at least twice a week in this country." - MHP
Leonardo DiCaprio embarrassing me for the 29986th time.
I live for these moments.
art meme: spring and winter in paris
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“My favorite story out of this is Malia, when she was 4, she had a little dance thing. Well, Michelle was gone that weekend so I’m taking her to ballet. And I get her in her little leotard and her little stuff. I did her hair, put it in a little bun.
We get to the dance studio and one of the mothers there right away comes up to Malia – she thinks she’s out of earshot of me and she says, ‘Sweetie, do you want me to redo your hair?’ And Malia who’s 4 says, ‘Yes please, this is a disaster’. You know, she didn’t want to hurt daddy’s feelings.”
I don’t know how to tell my White friends how I’m feeling this week…
I don’t know how to explain how having cops around has never made me feel safer, but rather, more likely to die that day.
That I worry that I will be shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
May 16,1984 - August 15, 2011Even heroes have the right to bleed