When ah went to the X-Men, ah was desperate. They had every reason to turn me away. But they didn’t. Ah figured if they believed in me, ah owed it to them to believe in myself. To try. To get better.

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I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing
to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as
‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue,
I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends,
and I write to ease the passing of time.
— Jorge Luis Borges, Book of Sand (via fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)
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onyx-gaming:

Concept art for the Chimera from Dragon’s Dogma

onyx-gaming:

Concept art for the Chimera from Dragon’s Dogma

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And there it is. A nearly all-white crowd chanting to a nearly all-black crowd, “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!” Contemporary racism encapsulated by an attempt to package it as support for the police, exposed by calls to shoot black men.

There are no words.
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humansofnewyork:


"My brother and I got in a fight, and now he can’t get a job. So he’s actually convinced I put a voodoo spell on him."(Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"My brother and I got in a fight, and now he can’t get a job. So he’s actually convinced I put a voodoo spell on him."

(Kampala, Uganda)
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Thiago Silva at AC Milan

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You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.
— C. S. Lewis (via lyssahumana)
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humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

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theimpossiblecool:

Ali by Gordon Parks. 

theimpossiblecool:

Ali by Gordon Parks. 

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