Monday, August 18, 2014

pretty-period:

More girls should join boys’ teams so it could be a tradition and it wouldn’t be so special.” - 13-year-old Mo’Ne Davis, the 18th girl to play in the Little League World Series in its 68-year history, the FIRST girl to throw a Little League World Series SHUTOUT. Her fastball? 70 MILES PER HOUR. #throwlikeagirl #BlackGirlsROCK

vorked:

OH FIDDLE STICKS
NOW I’VE TAKEN A PICTURE OF BOTH OF US

AND NOW I’VE MADE IT HER DESKTOP IMAGE

vorked:

OH FIDDLE STICKS

NOW I’VE TAKEN A PICTURE OF BOTH OF US

AND NOW I’VE MADE IT HER DESKTOP IMAGE

Sunday, August 17, 2014
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. Neil Gaiman, Coraline  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Friday, August 15, 2014

thevampirequeen:

Civil Rights Movement vs Ferguson Protests

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

buttonpoetry:

Rudy Francisco - “Complainers” (NPS 2014)

"It doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty, drink that shit and stop complaining."

Performing for San Diego during semifinals at the 2014 National Poetry Slam.

penguin-boy:

A girl and a cactus

penguin-boy:

A girl and a cactus

surprisebitch:
Wednesday, August 13, 2014

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wocinsolidarity:

nomorethumbs:

Peggy Oki, Queen of the Z-Boys.
The only female woman to grace the Zephyr skate team.

OMG

JUST

LOOK

AT

HER

!!!!!!!!

It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine. That Summer -Sarah Dessen (via thatkindofwoman)

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