RIP Karl Miller, one of the founders of The London Review of Books and an editor of the magazine for thirteen years. Originally meant to fill a vacuum left by a strike at the Times Literary Supplement, the LRB grew into “the liveliest, the most serious and also the most radical literary magazine we have,” in Alan Bennett’s words.
When Annie Hart got out of her car in East Los Angeles earlier this month, she was expecting to find two white-furred, abandoned dogs who had been wandering around the streets together for weeks. What she didn’t expect, however, was to find a canine couple whose friendship would astound and inspire her.
is there anyone in the west virginia area that would be willing to take in a young LGBT kid getting away from an abusive home for a few days while the legal shit gets worked out
please i really really really need help even if its just a signal boost this is me fucking begging ple ase
Not taking any chances
I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much
Last Night in Ferguson (9.28-9.29): Last night’s protest was one of the in Ferguson this month, proving once again that the residents of Ferguson/STL County are some of the most resilient and inspiring in all the land. The police were literally holding peaceful protesters hostage late into the night (folks who were complying with all police requests) so they could negotiate with the remaining folks to leave, but the protesters didn’t back down. Eventually all arrestees were released, and many plan to be back out there tonight.
Injustice in Ferguson continues, but despite it, community now thrives too. This is still happening. Are you still paying attention? #staywoke #farfromover
Last year, 22-time Emmy award-winning reporter John Stofflet posted this news video he created for KING-TV in 2004, featuring Paul Smith and his artistic talents.
THERE IS SUCH A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THE EDUCATION SYSTEM WHEN STUDENTS ARE IN TEARS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT AND WAKE UP EVERY SINGLE MORNING WANTING TO THROW UP AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT OF BED WHILE THINKING THAT THEY’D RATHER BE DEAD THAN GO TO SCHOOL
eleven thousand people can relate to this post. that’s not okay.
Alright, I apologize for this, but I’m asking for all of your help.
So, about 10 years before I was born, my parents had a baby. Unfortunately, neither of my parents were prepared to have a baby at that time. They both were still in college and had no income. So instead of trying to raise a baby they were not at all prepared for, they gave him up for adoption, using the Catholic church. Since they were in New York, they had to get a closed adoption (Meaning they had no knowledge of who adopted him.) They were, however, supposed to get pictures and information about him, but after the first picture, they got nothing. And the Catholic church did nothing to help them find out what happened to him.
Now, my mom never wanted to give my brother up for adoption. It broke her heart to do it, but my grandparents thought it was the best course of action at the time. And honestly, it probably was. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt my mother or father every time they think of my long lost brother, nor does it mean that they wouldn’t kill to see him again.
Now this brings me to the picture. If you know of anyone who was born in Albany, New York, at Albany Medical Center on August 3rd, 1988 who is or thinks they might be adopted, please please contact me. Even if their name isn’t Mathew anymore. I know that this probably won’t help and it’s a long shot, but I need to try and do something… it hurts my mom and my dad, and even my other brother. As for me… I don’t know what to feel. I never knew my eldest brother, but honestly? I think I’d like to. So please, if you know of anyone that matches this description, please contact me via messages/Ask. And even if you don’t know of someone like this, could you Reblog this picture? Please.
I added a picture of my family along with my brother’s information since we don’t have a picture of Mathew. Chances are that he might look like either my mom, dad, or even my brother or I. So… please, reblog this, if you can. And yes, I know how unlikely it is that we’ll find him this way, but… It’s a better chance than doing nothing. So thank you for taking the time to read this.If there is any additional information you might need, just ask. I’ll be happy to supply it, if I know it of course…
EDIT: The chances of his name still being Matthew (I spelled it incorrectly on the picture, according to my father it’s spelled with two t’s) is very slim. But the description should help, I hope… Basically, if you know of a person born on this day, in this hospital (or at least in New York…) who is or might be adopted, it might, might be him. Right now he’d be about 26.
When one of my family members asks why I don’t have a boyfriend
I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong.
When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens.
I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit.
Signal boost the fuck out of this