I’m pretty sure the way I’m gonna die is loosing my temper at someone twice my size and three times tougher than me, talking a lot of shit I can’t back up without actually thinking they’ll wanna fight me, and then probably being ripped in half while putting up about the same resistance as a sack of flour.
Why do people have to be unnecessarily loud? Like, there are places to be loud so why don’t you just go to one of those places. If I can’t hear anything over your talking or laughing or shouting in an otherwise quiet place, you should probably either go somewhere else or shut up. If you scream so loudly for no reason that it sounds like someone is being killed, I seriously hate you.
Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse.
i wanna feel how dogs feel when you let them go in a big field
So much for a quiet night. Unrest in Ferguson, Part 1.
Tuesday night, August 19th.
(source : We Wore What )
Mud + Pup = True happiness.