Michael Brown is laid to rest.
Here is a side by side comparison of how The New York Times has profiled Michael Brown — an 18 year old black boy gunned down by police — and how they profiled Ted Bundy, one of the most prolific serial killers of all time.
This is the most disgusting, repulsive thing I’ve ever read in my entire god damn fucking life.
the universe did not converge in the series of improbable events that ended in your existence on this flying rock in the middle of space so that you could discredit the identity of teenage bisexual girls
This statement would be perfect if it didn’t discredit the identity of every other being on this flying rock.
this just in: i can in fact encourage people to support bi teenage girls, who experience some of the lowest levels of social support from their friends and family and some of the highest prevalence rates of mood and anxiety disorders and suicidality without discrediting everyone else’s identity, similar to how i can say ‘save the whales’ and not mean ‘and let everything else die.’
fakeliampayne: "Ice ice baby donate at http://www.alsa.org thanks girls”
I’M CRYING FOR SO MANY REASONS. I’M CRYING BECAUSE HE USED FANS. I’M CRYING BECAUSE OF THAT GIRL IN THE PACKERS JERSEY WHO CAN’T BELIEVE HER LIFE AND WHOSE HEART VISIBLY FLIPS OVER WHEN HE NOMS SOPHIA. I’M CRYING BECAUSE HE NOMMED SOPHIA. I’M CRYING BECAUSE HE TOOK THE TIME TO FIND AND SPECIFY AN ORGANIZATION FOR PEOPLE TO DONATE TO. I’M CRYING BECAUSE HE WORE THE NIKE HAT FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME SINCE I WATCHED HIM PICK IT UP ONSTAGE AT GILLETTE AND I CONTINUE TO TAKE THAT AS A PERSONAL SHOUT-OUT AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME. I’M CRYING, AS I KNEW I WOULD, ABOUT HIS NOMINATIONS. I’M CRYING THAT HE NOMINATED SOPHIA, THAT HE NOMINATED HER FIRST, BECAUSE SHE’S ALWAYS FIRST. SOPHIA’S FIRST BEFORE PHARRELL, GUYS. IF THAT’S NOT LOVE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS. I’M CRYING BECAUSE I KNOW HE’S STILL BOWLED OVER BY THE FACT THAT HE CAN NAME PEOPLE HE LOOKS UP TO LIKE HE LOOKS UP TO PHARRELL AND JOHN C. REILLY AND WILL FERRELL AND EVEN IF THEY DON’T TAKE THE CHALLENGE, THEY’LL STILL KNOW HE NOMINATED THEM. I’M CRYING BECAUSE MY PHONE JUST BUZZED WITH HIM TWEETING THAT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS TO DONATE. I’M CRYING BECAUSE HE’S WEARING A WATCH SO AROUSINGLY EXPENSIVE THAT HE’S THAT CONFIDENT IN HOW WATERPROOF IT IS. I’M CRYING THAT HE SHOUTS “GO” REALLY SUDDENLY LIKE HE’S THE ONE SURPRISING SOMEONE WITH A BUCKET OF ICE WATER. I’M CRYING ABOUT HIS HANDS COMING UP BEHIND HIS HEAD AND THEN HIS ELBOWS SQUEEZING TIGHT TOGETHER AS THE WATER COMES DOWN. I’M CRYING ABOUT THE CHEVRONS. I’M CRYING ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY ALL SCREAM WHILE THEY’RE POURING THE BOWLS OUT BUT HE DOESN’T MAKE A SOUND UNTIL IT’S ALL DONE. I’M CRYING ABOUT THE SCREAM. I’M CRYING BECAUSE HE THANKED THE GIRLS. I’M CRYING BECAUSE HE TOOK A PICTURE WITH ALL OF THEM AFTER AND PROBABLY WITH EACH OF THEM INDIVIDUALLY. I’M CRYING BECAUSE I WAS NEVER NOT GOING TO CRY TEARS OF PURE ICE WATER JOY.