October 11, 2014

northern-corners:

perfect.

(Source: kyliemartinphotography.com, via organized-clutter)

September 11, 2014
"If in the past year you didn’t CRY OUT when thousands of protesters were killed and injured by Turkey, Egypt and Libya, when more victims than ever were hanged by Iran, women and children in Afghanistan were bombed, whole communities were massacred in South Sudan, 1800 Palestinians were starved and murdered by Assad in Syria, hundreds in Pakistan were killed by jihadist terror attacks, 10,000 Iraqis were killed by terrorists, villagers were slaughtered in Nigeria, but you ONLY cry out for GAZA, then you are not pro HUMAN RIGHTS, you are only ANTI-ISRAEL."

— Hillel Neuer (via 3rd-wave)

September 11, 2014
whitehouse:

The President’s desk.

whitehouse:

The President’s desk.

August 22, 2014
"You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive."

— James Baldwin (via beckisbookshelf)

(via teacoffeebooks)

August 22, 2014

returnofthejudai:

hckleinman:

This is a video of a parade in Paris on the Eve of Holocaust Remembrance Day. Approximately 17,000 people participated. In this video the protestors first sing anti-semitic comedian Dieudonne’s Holocaust mocking song “Shoah Nanas” which translates as Holocaust Pineapples, where he blames Jewish people for his government fines for hate speech and mocks the Holocaust as a means for Jews to profit. Afterwords they chant “Juif, la France n’est pas a toi” which means “Jew, France is not for you.” 

Reblog the hell out of this. I’ve seen it before, but it never gets many notes. People are dismissing anti-semitism in France and it is killing me. 

Why am I not seeing this pass my dash every day like I do so many other causes? Why doesn’t this seem to merit even a casual reblog? Can you honestly watch this and not feel something turn cold in your soul?

(via queerdybbuk)

August 20, 2014
"If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness."

— A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via xstayfocused)

(Source: notclarissa, via progressivejudaism)

August 15, 2014
"If in the past year you didn’t CRY OUT when thousands of protesters were killed and injured by Turkey, Egypt and Libya, when more victims than ever were hanged by Iran, women and children in Afghanistan were bombed, whole communities were massacred in South Sudan, 1800 Palestinians were starved and murdered by Assad in Syria, hundreds in Pakistan were killed by jihadist terror attacks, 10,000 Iraqis were killed by terrorists, villagers were slaughtered in Nigeria, but you ONLY cry out for GAZA, then you are not pro HUMAN RIGHTS, you are only ANTI-ISRAEL."

— Hillel Neuer (via 3rd-wave)

August 5, 2014
"‘When my father was a little boy in Poland, the streets of Europe were covered with graffiti, “Jews, go back to Palestine,” or sometimes worse: “Dirty Yids, piss off to Palestine.” When my father revisited Europe fifty years later, the walls were covered with new graffiti, “Jews, get out of Palestine.”’"

-  Israeli author Amos Oz (via girlfromdistrict2)

(via simplyisrael)

July 17, 2014
Reblog if you support Israel

(Source: pastelclaws, via progressivejudaism)

July 15, 2014

girlactionfigure:

Solidarity with Israel

Thanks to Abraham Joseph Pal for these great photos from the LA Solidarity with Israel rally . More can be found here
Pro-Israel Bay Bloggers

I was there!

(via simplyisrael)

July 2, 2014

500daysofuglysobbing:

This show continues to stay gold

(via unnamedelement)

June 6, 2014
"I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming."

— Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them  (via maddierose)

(via wandering-misfit)

April 2, 2014
newsweek:

When I heard that my 21-year-old son, a student at Harvard, had been stopped by New York City police on more than one occasion during the brief summer he spent as a Wall Street intern, I was angry. 

On one occasion, while wearing his best business suit, he was forced to lie face-down on a filthy sidewalk because—well, let’s be honest about it, because of the color of his skin. As an attorney and a college professor who teaches criminal justice classes, I knew that his constitutional rights had been violated. 

As a parent, I feared for his safety at the hands of the police—a fear that I feel every single day, whether he is in New York or elsewhere. 

Moreover, as the white father of an African-American son, I am keenly aware that I never face the suspicion and indignities that my son continuously confronts. In fact, all of the men among my African-American in-laws—and I literally mean every single one of them—can tell multiple stories of unjustified investigatory police stops of the sort that not a single one of my white male relatives has ever experienced. 

What I Learned About Stop-and-Frisk From Watching My Black Son - The Atlantic

newsweek:

When I heard that my 21-year-old son, a student at Harvard, had been stopped by New York City police on more than one occasion during the brief summer he spent as a Wall Street intern, I was angry.

On one occasion, while wearing his best business suit, he was forced to lie face-down on a filthy sidewalk because—well, let’s be honest about it, because of the color of his skin. As an attorney and a college professor who teaches criminal justice classes, I knew that his constitutional rights had been violated.

As a parent, I feared for his safety at the hands of the police—a fear that I feel every single day, whether he is in New York or elsewhere.

Moreover, as the white father of an African-American son, I am keenly aware that I never face the suspicion and indignities that my son continuously confronts. In fact, all of the men among my African-American in-laws—and I literally mean every single one of them—can tell multiple stories of unjustified investigatory police stops of the sort that not a single one of my white male relatives has ever experienced.

What I Learned About Stop-and-Frisk From Watching My Black Son - The Atlantic

April 1, 2014
tommyschlaaang:

- Marlon Brando’s IMDb page

tommyschlaaang:

- Marlon Brando’s IMDb page

(Source: john-mango, via marlonbrando)

March 8, 2014
sctty2htty:

basicallysam:

fueledbymadness:

highskyesandlowbass:

-nugget:

my-kala:

pr0ve:

how could you not reblog this.

Hardcore judging you if you don’t reblog this.

This is my favorite tattoo picture.

always reblog.

reblog every time.

I’ve reblogged this so many times. Never will i stop.


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sctty2htty:

basicallysam:

fueledbymadness:

highskyesandlowbass:

-nugget:

my-kala:

pr0ve:

how could you not reblog this.

Hardcore judging you if you don’t reblog this.

This is my favorite tattoo picture.

always reblog.

reblog every time.

I’ve reblogged this so many times. Never will i stop.

(Source: fakee-bitchess, via jewvasbien)