Erasing Erasers

Ask.

infamousnfamous:

it’s not a small trend either, i’ve seen dozens of posts on this site to the effect of “intimidating black man or woman who I was totally scared of for no reason in public ended up becoming my friend by doing something I feel is uncharacteristically black, like geeking out over video games or yelling at a homophobe”

"What if you could use 100% of your brain for cognitive abilities? What kind of secret powers could you unlock?"

pyramidslayer:

List of secret powers unlocked:

  • loss of motor functions
  • loss of bowel control
  • loss of all senses
  • loss of temperature control
  • loss of relation to any physical spaces
  • loss of heartbeat control
  • death

Lucy, in theaters this Friday.

I remember seeing the Lucy trailer for the first time before The Amazing Spider-Man 2. Morgan Freeman asks the above question not 2 seconds into it.

The decibel level of the groan I let out was record-breaking.

(via codeinewarrior)

codeinewarrior:

dogpetter420:

badass-bharat-deafmuslim-artista:

socialismartnature:

Breaking via ABC News: UN Human Rights Council votes to open inquiry into alleged war crimes in Gaza; U.S. is the ONLY “no” vote.
That’s because the U.S. is a direct accomplice to every war crime that Israel commits.

USA, the world’s #1 killing machine.

Ya but I’m gonna need sources for these claims

it’s right there on their twitter

codeinewarrior:

dogpetter420:

badass-bharat-deafmuslim-artista:

socialismartnature:

Breaking via ABC News: UN Human Rights Council votes to open inquiry into alleged war crimes in Gaza; U.S. is the ONLY “no” vote.

That’s because the U.S. is a direct accomplice to every war crime that Israel commits.

USA, the world’s #1 killing machine.

Ya but I’m gonna need sources for these claims

it’s right there on their twitter

(Source: twitter.com)

Fallujah - Cerebral Hybridization

desolated-existence:

Fallujah - Cerebral Hybridization

deadniggastorage:

all it take is one good time of someone catering to yr bullshit & nxt thing u kno u crazy abt how things “must” work out for u

seemedfine:

harmreductionrecords:

The vinyl plant called us and said, “is it supposed to sound like breaking glass?” 

We said, “100%.” 

+++

(via powerburial)


They call us now. Before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?” They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run. Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

(Source: lilightfoot, via sexhaver)