If You Say The Phrase “you Can’t Be Mad At Me I Have The Right To Free Speech” Three Times In A

I hope he wins the lawsuit, a police officer was finally doing the right thing and they penalize him for not being a racist monster!

Happiness Will Come To You.

i shall care

I stole this idea from another blog,but I cant reber the name. Every single person who reblogs this before 10 February will recieve a baby pokemon in their inbox,after this egg harches.

here

who’s still on tumblr?

reblog if you plan on remaining active.

just wanna see if the number’s still huge! ☆

hmm don’t know how to address this but i looked it up and apparently Richard Phillips, the 72-year-old black man recently released from prison after serving 45 years for murder he didn’t commit, is being forced to sell his art, rather than willingly selling it, since the justice system is refusing to pay him anything. there’s a post going around saying he’s showcasing his art and we should support him by purchasing it, but i think it’s an important distinction that he doesn’t want to part from the art that he made in prison. parting permanently from art you’ve made can be difficult, and considering the emotional value of the art he made in order to cope with his situation, it’s cruel to take it away from him rather than to just donate money. also there’s like this weird fetishization of his “prison art” in the media that is frankly disgusting, like ogling his pain and suffering and making it into some sort of spectacle. i scoured twitter for a donation page but i couldn’t find anything yet

help me out guys. reblog this, like this. for every note, everything is pushed back a day for him. I need your help. he doesn’t believe it’s possible to help him. but it’s entirely possible, especially with your help. I know these are so sporadic and cliché to an extent along with becoming so popular on here, but please. I appreciate every single note

yall: this celebrity did a bad thing

me: it be like that sometimes 

freedom

Watch as All Hallows Eve rolls in. 

The air is crisp and thin. 

I have let go of the one I cared for most.

The one who was dependent on me more than I could bear. 

Now I face the fear of freedom. 

The fear of loneliness when others are next to me.

But I do it for myself. 

I go through it for myself.

For the first time its not for someone else.