Today, we remember a legend.
On this day in history, Harambe would have celebrated another birthday. An icon that became part of internet history, American culture, and an entire generation’s timeline.
Tomorrow marks 10 years since we lost him. Ten years since the moment the world stopped scrolling and collectively mourned something bigger than a meme.
He became a symbol of loyalty, strength, chaos, unity, and the strange beauty of the internet bringing millions of people together for one cause: never forgetting Harambe.
Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news. And somehow, a decade later, his legacy still lives on.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Rest easy to a true patriot. 🕊️🇺🇸
May 27, 1999 — May 28, 2016
Forever in our hearts.
I'm not loving the @myfitnesspal updates... I get it but it just doesn't feel right, it's more clicking to do anything. View all meals, even viewing daily nutrients.. 🥲 Also the days of the week, a bold letter is not enough
@Stuckey2 Capital one was the best experience of all of my dad's credit cards (did the same recently), didn't even need to send them the death certificate..
The past 24 hours is exactly why we made this documentary.
Young people are becoming more politically extreme at an alarming rate. Mostly driven by social media, the online echo chambers are extremely powerful and toxic.
And sadly no one is getting the wake up call… yet.
@vxunderground Dude our 18f is the same way, sans the smelly, she's conversely always walking around like a fruit. That comment about distorted reality is so true, I'd add on that her goldfish brain changes her life's priority literally every day, it makes my brain hurt.
Your parents are getting older at 75 and they haven’t told you how scared they are.
They are not dying, or becoming a problem, or of being the reason you’re stressed, the reason your money is tight, the reason your patience runs out. They watch you build your life and they quietly pray they are not in the way of it.
That silence you mistake for peace, it isn’t always peace. Sometimes it’s a 70-year-old man swallowing his needs because he doesn’t want to be a burden to the child he suffered to raise, sometimes it’s a 68-year-old woman who once moved mountains for her family, now unable to move without help, smiling so you don’t worry.
They have already grieved the version of themselves that was strong, they did that alone, quietly, at night.
What they have left is you.
Not your money, not your success, you. Your voice on the phone, your presence in the room, the way you look at them like they still matter, like they are not just a responsibility to manage but a person to love.
One day there will be no one left to call you by the name they gave you, in the voice that first said it, no one who remembers who you were before the world got to you.
That day is coming, you don’t know when.
So before it arrives, go home, sit down, put the phone away, let them talk.
The chair will empty, make sure you left nothing unsaid.
Goodnight
@FrowzySquirrel ran into a few yesterday in C3 2s.. it was painfully obvious they were bots with how crisp their touches were.. not a single bad touch at that level? give me a break..