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The US Government: We're not going to make it federally mandatory for people to get paid a wage they can actually live off of
The US Government: If people want to make a living, they'll just have to work 16+ hours a day
The US Government: And if their kids end up disenfranchised because of a lack of parental involvement, well that's not our problem
The US Government: In fact, what is our problem is creating a system that will funnel these disenfranchised youth into our prison system so they can work for corporations (that promise us money) for damn near free
The US Government: If they don't want to fall victim to this system, then they can seek higher education
The US Government: Except such an education will be inaccessible to most disenfranchised people and skewed in favor of the financially stable and white people
The US Government: And we're not going to make intervention programs like sex education and conflict resolution federally mandatory, because that's the parent's job
The US Government: The parent who is working 16 hours a day

it starts.

This hit me right in the feels…

yunggangsta:

やくざ

You remind me of cigarettes
The way I hold you in my chest
The way you kiss me
With your filter breath
And I keep thinking
I’m getting over this
Once you had me
You don’t have me anymore
I don’t crave you in the morning
Or at the company store
I don’t use you to escape
In my fingers out the door
Once you had me
You don’t have me anymore
But, honey, you’re smooth
Honey, you’re smooth
Honey, you’re smooth
Honey, you’re smooth
You don’t make me cool
And I can carry on fine without you
You’re a spirit, and you can’t be beat
But when I’m jonesing
Honey, I buy cheap
Once you had me
You don’t have me anymore
I don’t crave you in the morning
Or at the company store
I don’t use you to escape
In my fingers out the door
Once you had me
You don’t have me anymore
But the truth is that you do
Not the way you used to
But I keep coming back to you
'Cause honey, you're smooth
Honey, you’re smooth
Honey, you’re smooth
Oh, honey, you’re smooth

shortskirtsandstilettos:

#Knowledge.

Nah after the vent I get “WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ANYTHING?!?!” 😩😩

shortskirtsandstilettos:

#Knowledge.

Nah after the vent I get “WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ANYTHING?!?!” 😩😩

masonicgnosis:

G:.A:.O:.T:.U

masonicgnosis:

G:.A:.O:.T:.U

2dots:

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toussaintsam:

Len Bias v. MJ

toussaintsam:

Len Bias v. MJ

crashinglybeautiful:

Once a murshid had been to the city, and on his return he said, “Oh, I am filled with joy, I am filled with joy. There was such an exaltation in the presence of the Beloved.”Then his mureed thought, “There was a beloved and an exaltation; how wonderful! I must go and see if I too cannot find one.”He went through the city, and when he came back he said, “Horrible! How terrible the world is! All seem to be at one another’s throats; that was the picture I saw. I felt nothing but a depression, as if my whole being was torn to pieces.”“Yes,” the murshid said, “you are right.”“But explain to me,” the mureed said, “why you are so exalted after going out, and why I must be so torn to pieces. I cannot bear it, it is horrible.”The murshid said, “You did not walk in the rhythm that I walked through the city.”–From Hazrat Inayat Khan, Tales, (New Lebanon, N.Y.: Omega Publications, 1991), p. 198. Reprinted in Parabola, “The City,” Winter 1993.
via: parabola-magazine.

crashinglybeautiful:

Once a murshid had been to the city, and on his return he said, “Oh, I am filled with joy, I am filled with joy. There was such an exaltation in the presence of the Beloved.”
Then his mureed thought, “There was a beloved and an exaltation; how wonderful! I must go and see if I too cannot find one.”

He went through the city, and when he came back he said, “Horrible! How terrible the world is! All seem to be at one another’s throats; that was the picture I saw. I felt nothing but a depression, as if my whole being was torn to pieces.”
“Yes,” the murshid said, “you are right.”
“But explain to me,” the mureed said, “why you are so exalted after going out, and why I must be so torn to pieces. I cannot bear it, it is horrible.”
The murshid said, “You did not walk in the rhythm that I walked through the city.”

–From Hazrat Inayat Khan, Tales, (New Lebanon, N.Y.: Omega Publications, 1991), p. 198. Reprinted in Parabola, “The City,” Winter 1993.

via: parabola-magazine.

 
 
 
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