The True Trayvon Martin
- He didn’t eat pork bc his father didn’t. Once his uncle fixed pork chops; they smelled so good,he called them “beef chops” & ate 1.
- He was passionate about aviation.
- When he volunteered at a soup kitchen for. The first time, he was astounded by the US hunger crisis.
- He loved his little cousins birthday parties. Even as a teen, he wasn’t too cool for Chuck E. Cheese.
- He was modest about saving his father from dying in a house fire. His father called him his best friend bc of it.
- Hoodies made *him* feel safe. Like so many teens (and adults), he wore them as a protective shell, a security garment.
- He called his dad, “My ol’ boy.” Lord, how he loved his dad.
- When folks wanted to tease him, they said, “Boy, you too skinny to take a breath.” And he’d just smile.
- If he wanted to hang out with his cousins and they had chores, he helped so they could finish faster.
- His uncle said they never had to ask him to do something twice.
- At 17, he was still into BMX bikes. He could cat-walk wheelie.
- The tattoo on his wrist read, “Sybrina.”
- The tattoo on his chest read, “Cora” — his grandmother’s name.
- I’m going to stop here. But just claim one of these memories I tweeted. Carry part of this boy with you, write him on your heart.
- Write the beautiful details of all the black children you meet on your heart. That’s where they’ll be safest.
- I feel like this stuff is important.
All facts about Trayvon are from this Esquire article.
the look on their faces though. its like “omfg, charles. charles, charles. THE HUMAN IS WAVING. WAVE BACK, HURRY.”
This is the best thing I have ever seen
reblogging again because I cannot fucking contain myself so cute
that one bear is so enthusiastic, and the other just kinda “..Hey..”
(Source: toptumbles, via younghooligan)
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