My place to tumbl
Morning sky. #nofilter #pinkandblue
Day by day #givecompassiomfreely
15 years ago my Grampa passed away. I miss him and wish I could show him today that I’m better. When he passed I was in a tough space trying to get my life to make sense. It’s been a long journey and I’ve still got further to go but I miss him and know he’s in a beautiful place. So grateful my Grama is still with us! <3 #missinggrampa #beautifulgreenfields #grampa #siezetheday #grandparentsrule #livelovelaugh
Just another one I finished today. I also need a better variety of colours. #colouring #disney #sleepsolutions #needgeekcolouringbooks
I’ve been colouring at night lately. Trying something new to get me sleeping. Not sure if it’s working because I think too much while I’m colouring. Also I need a Star Wars or geek colouring book! #colouring #disney #sleepsolutions
Reblogged from wilwheaton
On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.
Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.
People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.
Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.
she deserves to be re-blogged.
she’s so goddamned inspirational
this makes me want to cry
This woman, wish she was my friend, my mother, my sister, my auntie, my grandmother. Instead she is my inspiration.