Lunatic Poetry Was The Order Of The Past Few Nights:

I do agree, even if I didn't vote for him the first time. The FIRST time...

This might seem farfetched, but considering the deliberate efforts by the mayor of LA to handicap firefighters at the same time as water resources were cut off, redirected,or otherwise rendered useless, including hydrants, with those moves authorized by California state leadership, it bears looking at deeper. Maybe Maui was the final readiness test...

Satellite footage shows all three major fires in Los Angeles, California starting at the same time.

Direct Energy Weapons 🤔

And she is, through and through.

“you will be my one and only”

— lianne la havas - unstoppable (via swaggyquotes)

Johnny Cash did the best version of this ever, following his wife's passing. For him, that was real hurt...

rest in peace leelah. you’re gone, but not forgotten

It's always a sad moment when a child resorts to this to escape loneliness and despair. Parents out there: just because you don't understand or necessarily approve of your child/children's preferences in ANYTHING, please do not box them in and shut them down. Explore who and what the child is and what he or she is experiencing. Look past labels and the constraints of a society that trends toward rigidity and cold rejection of anything it can't or won't understand. Embrace your child as the most precious gift you will ever, ever, EVER receive. Hold onto that gift as if it is the only thing that matters in your life, from the time that child is born into your life until the day their hands rest atop your cooling hands. Do not let that brilliant star die, and please stoke the fires of love and humanity that burn as embers in the children. Know love and grace, and live eternally through your children.

For Leelah Alcorn, may you rest in beautiful repose in a greater existence. I never knew you, but as a person and a parent, I feel your absence from this world. My tears flow for what was lost to the world.

And for Leelah's parents: You don't deserve the other children in your life, not if you are so willing to throw one aside to mold your life for the approval of others. May you spend the rest of your petty, pointless lives mired in shame and regret. And I hope your other children abandon you as you did Leelah.

I'm not sure I grasped every element of her nigh-on monologue, but I was/AM fascinated.

Ohhhhhh, the implications and possibilities of shape-shifting alien sex...

I am completely speechless on this one

I love when kids reach out with the full extent of their creativity. And this girl is brimming with brilliance in my estimation. I hope she keeps that light burning for decades to come.

This little girl recreated iconic album covers for Black History Month and she seriously NAILED it!

Meet six-year-old Abigail. A few months ago, she and her mom Miriame decided they’d do something special to mark this year’s Black History Month.

The mother-daughter duo ultimately teamed up with photographer Ernie Michael Hall and graphic artist Glen Thomas to recreate seven iconic album covers. And the results are absolutely stunning and spot-on!

“I wanted to pay homage to some awesome singers,” Miriame told BuzzFeed via email. “I basically picked artists I grew up listening to in my childhood and as a young adult. I wanted to show my daughter some of the singers I’ve loved throughout the years.”

Everything is perfect about these images, from the way Abby captures the unique essence of each artist to the small styling and design details, like the clever incorporation of Abby’s name throughout each album title.

The ambitious project took one month to complete, which wasn’t an issue for the young model. “She loves taking pictures, acting, and dancing and loves dressing up and getting into character,” Miriame said.

Miriame also used this project as an opportunity to present Abby with more diverse representations of black women. “Young black children are aware of the current racial climate in the US because it’s always in the media,” she explained. “I hope we ensure that our children have pride and self-love and love the color of their skin and the texture of their hair.”

When asked whether she had any additional comments, Miriame simply stated: “Black girls rock.” There you have it!

And in case you wanted to see just how accurate these recreations are, check out these amazing side-by-sides. First up we have Whitney Houston’s 1985 self-titled debut album:

Toni Braxton’s 1993 self-titled debut album:      

Missy Misdemeanor Elliott’s 1997 debut album Supa Dupa Fly:   

Brandy’s 1994 self-titled debut album:      

Alicia Key’s 2001 debut album Songs in A Minor:

Erykah Badu’s 1997 debut album Baduizm:    

 And Anita Baker’s 1986 breakout album Rapture:    

Love this so much!

Why are you even on Tumblr if all you do is comment the most vile and uneducated shit on posts that have nothing to do with you? Take your Trump praise and your old, unfunny ass back to Twitter.

I am not a Trump fan, and never voted for him. But I see the evils that the Leftists are selling (and have been selling for over a century) and the idiots who suck it up. Idiots like you and every other person that wants their hedonism to go on unchecked; that wants their free everything; that wants to run and hide behind Liberal government, even when that government takes away individual liberties and locks people up in their own homes? And as far as education goes, I have more education and sense than you could ever amass, and I use my intellect in far better ways than you and those like you. You, however, want to shriek at people who disagree, seek to get them canceled, and say worse and more vile things than I ever have. And never once do you employ reason and logic to see the Liberal plots for what they really are. But you gobble down all the MSM trash and the political narratives (pronounced LIES) that Lefties throw your way. So, yeah, therein lies the vitriol, pathetic "anonymous" person. You don't even have the temerity to use a name or handle that isn't veiled. That is referred to as being chicken shit. And I have little care or time for cowards. Yes, that means you.

So: Do piss off. And leave me to my First Amendment rights. And I don't hang about Twitter, you assumptive POS.

I'll pray for you, but I think we both know you're beyond the reach of God or salvation.

I heard/read it again: grunge...

I'm perplexed by that most meager of words that has been usurped by a crowd of folks that has little to no actual experience in getting grungy. Let's set the record straight: Grunge means you've been exposed to the dust of third world, real dirt. Not glitter, not metaphor, not a slight dusting of soil. Real dirt, real grungy shite, genuine grime. Grunge is the stuff of daily, ugly, exhausting toil and hardship. Life for the grungy is a battle, a war waged in solitude, against a world bent on breaking its targets. So if you don designer clothes; if you drop piles of money in a trendy coffee bauhaus; if you overuse the words 'literally' or 'legitimately' (let's just forget that you have no concept of usage and acceptable vernacular, if you do...); and if you've never gone to bed hungry, cold and dirty, and clinging to slim hope that tomorrow will be better than all your yesterdays, well then you have no idea what grunge is. True grunge, and the music and atmosphere it spawned, is a soulful thing, brought to life by people whose only refuge in the world was hard-bitten poetry transmuted into lyrical rollercoasters, grinding guitars and bone-jarring percussion. Kurt, Eddie, Chris... they were the Purveyors of Grunge. They bled and breathed against the grain, exhaling oxygen for the world to inhale, and in doing so, taught most of us to fucking care about those who usually went unnoticed, were spent up by an otherwise uncaring world. They were celestial in their grasp of God, humans, and struggle, and their starshine was earned and never contrived... unlike those who try to usurp the word 'grunge' to peddle their shite, their plastic baubles, their angled politics.

Note: if you managed to wade through this monologue but have not even an inkling of meaning in this prose, then I submit the notion that you need to step back and reassess just what the fuck you aim to achieve by casting about the term 'grunge'...