In response to the GoFundMe Campaign for Darren Wilson, people are asking GoFundMe to close the account due to the fact that it incites hate and obviously violates their terms and conditions
The donors and the comments attached to the campaign are sick and simply racist. They asking for the “Killing of Niggers”, “purging the savages” and to support a “fellow White” individual that has the right to murder Black people.
Pass this around. Report the Darren Wilson page as for the violation
I will add their contact info as soon as I find it.
I can’t work out how to report this? It just keeps taking me to an FAQ/contact us page.
Heres the directions to report the campaign
I once told a joke about a straight person.
They came after me in droves.
Each one singing the same:
Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Don’t fight fire with anything.
Do not fight fire with water.
Do not fight fire with foam.
Do not evacuate the people.
Do not sound the alarms.
Do not crawl coughing and choking and spluttering to safety.
Do not barricade the door with damp towels.
Do not wave a white flag out of the window.
Do not take the plunge from several storeys up.
Do not shed a tear for your lover trapped behind a wall of flame.
Do not curse the combination of fuel, heat, and oxygen.
Do not ask why the fire fighters are not coming.
When they say: Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Stand and burn.
"I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you."
If you live in the United States and you are not currently angry. You should be.
It was a colder night, but our
wishbone necks held together
against the pull. And our trembling
fingertips built a home in each other’s
stomachs with tools no one taught us
how to use throughout school. Like
how to not resist ache, like
understanding how bruised ribs can
still be sore from wars fought inside of
another that we can’t control. And yearning.
Like how all I want to do is untangle each
knot inside your spine and curve you into me
until morning’s light. Like insistence. And
grit. Like how I will hold you, even if my
hands shake. How I will hold you, especially
if my hands shake. Because on the coldest
night, across oceans,
and atop fault lines:
I will love you still.
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
(Source: curseofthefanartlords, via thestarsthemoonandtheworld)
I have jumped off the cliff into my wildest dreams and I am nearly 2,000 miles away from everything I have ever known. I am a ship at sea that has not quite reached its destination, and yet you are my anchor.
And we are falling, deeper and deeper to test our ability not to drown. This is madness. To believe so profusely in this little thing called love. Alas, darling, I am willing to drown with you until we break the surface.
Love, I will suffer this distance.