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if any of you live in NYC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE show up to columbia university within the hour, they're planning to bring in the national guard to "disperse" the gaza solidarity encampment.
in case you don’t know what happened last time the national guard was called in to put down a student protest:
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the national guard opened fire on crowds and killed students.
your presence could be the difference between life and death for these student protestors. it could mean the difference between millions of columbia's dollars going towards genocide and the zionist entity losing millions of dollars. PLEASE SHOW UP.
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itswilliamleonard · 2 months
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wattropolis, one story at a time.
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nyc-looks · 2 years
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Gemma, 18
“I’m wearing a knit coral shirt with shell buttons. I love the lettuce hem and the ribbing at the waist. The skirt with the gored seams give it a silhouette that I think works nicely with the top. My accessories are wide ivory ribbons, an angel pin and pearls from my grandma. I am inspired by 50s youth fashion, especially what rockabilly artists, & western artists wore to perform. Music and dance is what inspire me the most, especially swing dance culture of the 20s-60s. I always love ribbons, so collecting different trim that I can wear or add to my clothes is something I really enjoy.”
Apr 22, 2022 ∙ Clinton Hill
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blemgoid · 1 year
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Ronald, 28
"Every so often in my mind I get a very strong impulse to kill. I don't want to do it, it's just like an itch I have to scratch. Anyway, the other day I was sitting in my chair and the thought just popped into my head: "I could really kill right now." So I got up and started looking for something to kill. I looked around the house for a while, but I couldn't find anything. I thought about going outside and finding something to kill, but then I realized that would be really hard because I don't have a car. So I just sat back down in my chair and thought about all the things I could kill if I had a car."
Nov 7, 2022 ∙ Bedford-Stuyvesant
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apesoformythoughts · 2 years
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“From all sour faced saints, deliver me O’ Lord. I don’t want to be with a grouch, a crab, a crocodile in a moat. The grumps are a small minority. But they’re vocal. Yes, the grumps are vocal. They have unresolved things, maybe from their childhood. They’re not disconnected from God. But they’re wrestling with him. Not a bad thing, mind you. Not a bad thing. But I want to hang out with people who enjoy life. At home I have a sunshine file; it’s just a plastic box. Inside are all the letters people have written me over the years: teenagers in the youth group, widows who lost their husbands. People who I was able to make a difference in their life. For two years I was chaplain on the children’s ward of the cancer hospital. What can you say? You can’t explain why some things happen. Only that it’s a mystery. And a mystery is reality, imbued with God’s presence. One Christmastime there was a ten-year old girl from Ireland, dying of leukemia. All this girl wanted was a Cabbage Patch Doll. Ugliest doll you’ve ever seen in your life, seventy-five dollars. Seventy-five dollars! And sold out everywhere. The mother told me:’ I’ve looked in every store.’ That same day a family from my parish asked what I wanted for Christmas. I say: one Cabbage Patch Doll, and two walkie talkies. They said: ‘Father, are you sure?’ I told them: ‘Yes I’m sure. I was a kid once too!’ The Cabbage Patch Doll went to the little girl. Then I gave one walkie-talkie to her, and one to her twin brother. So they could speak while she was in isolation. After she passed away the mother wrote me a letter. I keep it in my sunshine file. It said: ‘Those walkie-talkies were the best medicine she ever had.’”
via Humans of New York
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150 ft. Iceberg captured passing through Iceberg Alley which is near Ferryland, Newfoundland, Canada
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no, but guess who does
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wehavewords · 3 months
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"I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong."
Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York
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asmolbirb · 1 year
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I love you stranger who said my hair was a gorgeous color I love you stranger with the cool floral dress I love you stranger at the busy intersection who said “you just have to push through or you’ll never make it” and laughed when another stranger said “good luck!” I love you stranger who lived in this apartment before me and left behind a vegetable peeler I love you stranger on the subway who exchanged a knowing side-eye with me I love you stranger who sells bags of sliced mango on the sidewalk I love you stranger who makes this world beautiful and vibrant and easier to travel through. I love you !!
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jron · 5 months
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This is why I always say that Instagram hates all visual artists.
It was built by them, but they aren’t welcome there anymore.
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batcities · 1 year
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a triptych for school ... quite proud of these! i dont often do backgrounds so it was a treat to muscle through em this time
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disposables-1997 · 5 months
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“I’m aware of it all day, every day. We’re triggered all the time, even the best of us. On the plane ride here. I’m sitting next to a casting director from Broadway, and I asked him what he thought about a particular show. He took a long pause. So I say: ‘I guess you didn’t like it.’ And he tells me: ‘The entertainment industry is forced to put on stories from marginalized communities, even if they’re not good.’ He said that to me. As a Black person. It’s like, dude. I’m just trying to make conversation. And there it is. Suddenly I’m back in my blackness. 
What am I supposed to do? Do I engage? Do I turn this into a learning moment? Or do I l just let him off the hook? It’s work. That’s what it is. It’s work. That’s my challenge. To walk into a room, and not have to work mentally. To be aware of my blackness; to not forget it. But to also be present. And focused. And productive. Right now I’m at a climate change conference, and I’m one of the only Black people in the room. I’ve had decades of practice, but it still takes me five minutes. To transition. To stop worrying if people believe that I belong here. To stop feeling like a unicorn. It’s five minutes of work that nobody else in the room has to do. It’s a choice to be aware of your whiteness. 
It’s not a choice to be aware of your blackness. It’s the difference between going to a new upscale restaurant, and going home to Mom’s table. At Mom’s table there’s nothing to figure out. You don’t have to think about what to order. Or what you’re wearing. Or what you’re going to say. You’re at ease. That’s why people go home: so they can feel at ease.”
[Humans of New York]
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lucylyall · 11 months
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Quick sketches of people from 'Humans of New York: Stories' by Brandon Stanton (love this book ...). Seeing how fast I can go and still end up with something that looks okay. Some have definitely turned out better than others.
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