This is a collection of Tweets from military veterans reacting to the police response in Ferguson.
And if this shit doesn’t scare you, I don’t know what will.
Okay, fellow white people. We need to talk.
Let me tell you a story: I was an angry punk teenager. Not violent, but I did a shitton of…
my white protesters please remember that you’re rarely at the same risk we are when you stand up for what is right
I’m not gonna stop reblogging these reminders
As hard as it is for white people to take a stand, realize we have it so much easier than others.
Best part about visiting my parents: beach trip!
Attempting to get back to studying with two puppies wrestling against my back…
Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”
"What’s wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor. Death is not the enemy gentlemen. If we’re going to fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference. You treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person, I guarantee you, you’ll win, no matter what the outcome."-
Robin Williams, Patch Adams (via 34thandnow)
This was the scene in the movie that finally convinced me to put on my big-boy pants and try my actual best to become a doctor.
RIP, Mr. Williams.(via cranquis)