Potent minimalist art sends a strong message about police and vigilante brutality in America

Journalist and artist Shirin Barghi has created a gripping, thought-provoking series of graphics that not only examines racial prejudice in today’s America, but also captures the sense of humanity that often gets lost in news coverage. Titled “Last Words,” the graphics illustrate the last recorded words by Brown and other young black people — Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant and others — who have been killed by police in recent years.

Let us not forget their voices



"no homo" I whisper as I look at my garden of pea plants. The progeny had expressed a 1:2:1 ratio of phenotypes. I am Gregor Mendel. 

(Source: rianderthal)



brilliant, never before seen fantasy ideas!!!!

  • allegories for racism using white people and some race of mythical creatures who are all also white people
  • allegories for lgbt*qia identities using someone being cursed or a werewolf and they are still a cishet the whole time
  • allegories for issues people deal with using no one except cishet white people

when your society marginalizes you so much that even stories about your marginalization….marginalize you


e:time heals all wounds until it itself wounds you i.e. U DED LOL.
okc sartre.

me: ugh i can’t send it i’m dead
e: … just do it omg
e: nothing—or at least nothing we do—is inherently meaningful
me: haha i did
e: you may just as well cast a pebble into the ocean as—
me: i subsequently messaged someone else SO THERE
oh okay cool
e: i should totally put this under my “you should msg me if” hahaha
e: “nothing we do is inherently meaningful, so messaging someone on OkCupid is akin to casting a pebble into the vast ocean. …so do it, if you want.”

one time j and I were waiting for the train and there was a platform ad with a guy saying “apathy is not my problem” and we spent a long time trying to logic it into making sense.

me:my phone just autocorrected "josh" to "isfj"
me:i text about myers briggs too much

I drew a Hangouts doodle of my brother (“Broseph”) and he made versions for the rest of us (“Sising” is me).

I don’t know why our father has a mustache because he actually doesn’t.