I promise it will be worth it. It’s pretty cool.
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oh my god I freaking love this!!!!!!
Tupac Shakur Talks Life and Death In Newly Released 1994 Interview
This is fucking incredible. The latest edition of the PBS web series Blank on Blank provides some artistic animation set to an unreleased 1994 audio interview with Tupac Shakur, originally captured on microcasette. I guarantee you’ll appreciate this.
Realest rapper to ever do it. He had a vision and didn’t pull punches to please anybody who was against his vision. Rest in peace to a soldier.
Actually only read if you dare. It’s the writing of an 18 year old girl who thought she could write but couldn’t actually write as well as she thought she could.
"The summer before I started high school was supposed to be all about relaxation and adventures. Instead, it metaphorically turned into a harsh winter in the middle of summer.
One day, I found my mother laying lifeless in the sauna. Wine bottles, a glass, and Lunesta sleeping pills surrounded her, evidence showing how she had managed to accomplish the unspeakable. The sight before me was more than a shock; it was a surreal disaster. I was caught in a shameful moment of cowardice as I was torn between a desire to run away and the need to mourn her. That moment where I believed she was dead didn’t make me want to cry in hopeless despair though. Instead it caused me to wonder why she wanted to kill herself. One torrent thought lead to another and suddenly I was angry with myself for not realizing that her depression was so fatal. I could have saved her! But my conscience resurfaced to remind me of the guilt and despair I should be feeling. I had just lost my mom. This simple fact brought me back from my thoughts and I realized just how real the situation was.
I started to panic. Getting closer to my mom’s body, I called her name, shook her, and checked for her pulse; I tried to find any sign of hope that she was still alive. Wearily, her cloudy, drug-filled eyes opened and closed and she mumbled incoherently before falling silent once again. Relief flooded through me at her signs of life, but I began to feel helpless in my inability to determine my next step. I was hesitant as my mother, the one who gave me life, laid with her life dwindling while I doubted if I could save hers, and that filled me with the cold fear of actually losing her. Regret and guilt filled my mind, making me think back to analyze all of her past actions and words: how she smiled less and was quiet more often. The need to know the reasons why she had done it clung to the edges of my consciousness as I focused on clearing my mind and calling for an ambulance despite the panicked emotions that overwhelmed me.
The paramedics came, taking away her drooping body, caring for her delicately with their stronger arms, accomplishing what I couldn’t do by myself beforehand: save her. Seeing complete strangers so easily able to take my mother and bring her back to life made me frustrated at my inability to prevent my own mom from hurting herself. I couldn’t stand that helpless feeling! It made me want to scream or fight or do at least something so that I could overcome the suffocating mess of emotions within me. I needed to regain some control over my life: to become stronger, more assertive, and aware of my environment. In order to do that, I needed to stop being weak or afraid, and I desperately desired for those emotions to cease control over me.
I kept thinking if I had just talked to my mother more or kept a closer eye on her, I could have stopped it. I could have saved her with my own strength! My naiveté prevented me from seeing the emotions my mother was hiding away. I wanted to believe that everything was “normal”, but in the back of my mind I had my suspicions that her depression was driving her mad. I don’t take pride in the fact that I got to my mother in time; I’m tremendously grateful that I did. But I’m ashamed that I purposely ignored the warning signs because I selfishly wanted my life to remain in that falsified ideal. Actually seeing my mom in a near-death state that I could have prevented altered my perspective. It made me realize to never hesitate out of mere fear or helplessness to save someone’s life when I am capable of doing so with my own hands. Now, I’m proud to say that I want to become infallibly capable of helping my own mother and anyone else who may need me; I’ve made it my life’s goal to one day be able to save people from their pains in any way I possibly can.”
I cringe at my wordiness and some of my choices of words. It was so hard for me to write what I actually wanted it to mean. After that prompt, I pretty much took a year off from writing but now I’m back at it. Hahah