A short story of a college students life
summer more like ugh (mer)
The Avengers. It’s what we call ourselves, sort of like a team.
On June 11th 1963, Thích Quảng Đức, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, sat down in the middle of a busy intersection in Saigon, covered himself in gasoline and he then ignited a match, and set himself on fire. Đức burned to death in a matter of minutes, and he was immortalized in a famous photograph taken by a reporter who was in Vietnam in order to photograph the war. All those who saw this spectacle were taken by the fact that Duc did not make a sound while burning to death. Đức was protesting President Ngô Đình Diệm’s administration for oppressing the Buddhist religion.
I was waiting for this to come up on my dash. You also can’t forget that his whole body burned, but his heart remained intact and did not burn.
Ask yourself if you love something so much that you would risk the flames for it.
This just increased my giraffe obsession.
when actually i’m like this: