*hears a song* This is it. this is my theme song. if there were ever a song that would be my theme song, that would completely and entirely describe the essence of Me without leaving anything out and cutting any corners, it would be this song.
*hears another song* this is it. this is my theme song. if there were ever a song that would be my theme song, that would completely and entirely descri
So I was writing a small paper in Microsoft Word and the program suddenly crashed (I saved a couple minutes before, thank god) and I get this message in the corner of my screen two seconds afterward
what the fuck
Track
this picture as a .bmp file and played on audacity
You know what really gets to me, and I’m sure many know this, is the blatant abuse and betrayal that white photogs display in POC countries. Every time a photo has gotten famous like this photo did in history, the actual focus of the photo is left behind in the dust while the white photog is hailed as a hero for displaying the ills of that country. He didn’t even fucking ask her name. He didn’t ask for 17 years. The world knew nothing about her life and her story. He captured one moment that made him famous and she got nothing.
Every time I see this photo, I seethe.
