Post racial Amerikkka
I’m so disgusted.
But its not about race you guys.
I love you. *3*
200 protesters continue to march for justice on Thursday night, Aug. 21st.
I wonder how many people had completely forgotten what this whole thing is actually about and expected this to end when the police stopped attacking them. This isn’t over, it’s LITERALLY just starting. The police raids weren’t the issue, they were distracting from the issue. This won’t stop until the murderer and coward Darren Wilson faces actual justice.
please do not let ferguson die out like everything else big does. do not let this die out. do not let this continue on for three days and then everyone forget about it. do not let this happen.
queue this post up 3 days from now, a week from now, a month from now, a month from then. make sure even if you forget your blog will remember.
the fact i’m seeing reblogs slow down despite the fact there is still news breaking is concerning
I can do it!!!! ;^;
I used Pimsleur to get more comfortable with speaking Japanese, even though the content was technically pretty below what I conceptually knew already. The way the lessons were structured though were really helpful in me overcoming some of my anxiety when speaking it (I still suffer some anxiety, but it’s definitely much better).
I decided to check out their Tagalog series, and I did my first lesson today. I can send you the audio lessons, if you want, although you probably know way more than what I do—it starts you off basically from ground zero, assuming you know nothing. There’s like 30+ of them, and they’re like half an hour long each.
So I’ve decided…to learn tagalog.
I’ve always really regretted that I never learned it growing up, but my mom never taught it to us because she didn’t want us to grow up with accents.
And it’s…really showing, I’m having such a hard time with the pronunciations of things (you’d think hearing it all the time growing up would help me but apparently not???). My English and Japanese are messing it up, ahah, especially the ng sounds. ._.
And I’m…really sad that I’m struggling with something that’s really important to me, and is an important part of my heritage, but at the same time, it just makes me want to learn it even more!!!
Michael Brown’s dad before the burial.
The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture
I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.
We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.
We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.
It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans.
We can never just be.