56 years ago today Emmett Till was murdered. They found his body mangled at the bottom of the Tallahatchie River with a cotton gin fan tied around his neck with barbed wire. Till had dared to break one of the sacred rules of the Jim Crow South. He “flirted” with a white woman. He was only fourteen years old at the time of his death. I dedicate this post to him ; He did not live his life in vain. He’s gone, but not forgotten.
I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.
(Source: feistily, via where--thewildthings--are)