Two am is a weird time where every bad decision you’ve made, every heartbreak you’ve experienced, every dumb thing you’ve said, suddenly comes to mind. And you run through all the “what-ifs” and your mind races until you’ve exhausted yourself into slumber.
it’s just. ferguson isn’t over. this shit won’t ever be over. but people have stopped reblogging, stopped posting, stopped raising awareness for this major event. people are still angry. i’m still angry. stay angry.