pinkvelourtracksuit:

i’m honestly just tryna level up spiritually, mentally, financially, physically, and emotionally!!!! 

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My Wishes for Every Black Girl

soypanda:

may your edges be full and bountiful

may your hair always stay moisturized

may your brow game strengthen with every coming day

may your knees and elbows never be ashy

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I want my secrets back.
I want my heart back.
I want all the words I
ever wasted on you
back.

You don’t deserve them.
110/365 by (DS)
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I guess
I disagree with you but ill let you have this one because I don’t feel like debating anymore with your simple ass   (via slayr)

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virginholes:

shaving ur v is really hard i don’t think us people with vaginas get enough credit for that

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spookyphoque:

stop for just one second.

think about all the people you’ve secretly had a crush on. all the people you’ve found attractive, but never said anything to. every stranger you’ve temporarily fallen in love with on public transportation. all the people you’ve dreamt of and thought of in the early mornings.

and now take a moment to realize that you have been this person for so many people… and you have no idea.

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sarcasticsweetness:

jasoncalifornia:

l20music:

isaw-iconquered-icame:

no matter how hard you stunt, you will never stunt harder than the arabs

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this nigga really drownin this bitch in bills and all her clothes is still basically on

that arab flex is the ultimate flex

This post is pure fucking gold.

They are going to be in so much trouble, once the runs out of oil

^^^true story.

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1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

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White people get so angry at the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people.”

I will never understand why.

Why are you so angry that you are being treated as actual human beings? You are not reduced to caricatures, but portrayed as characters. You are treated fairly, judged not by your skin tone, but by the ways that you carry yourselves, by your actions.

Why do you want to experience racism so badly? It is not fun to be mocked, dehumanized, attacked, killed, incarcerated simply for daring to exist. It is not fun to know nothing of your history or family because it was torn apart, whether through distance or death. It is not fun to hear, at every turn, comments reminding you of your lesser status as humans.

Do you really want to turn on the tv, open a magazine, watch a movie, play a video game, and not see yourself? Or, even better, to only see yourself as a criminal, as a drunk, a mocking stereotype, or as someone to be killed off? Or would you rather see fleshed out, well-written characters with lives and personalities and feelings? I know which I’d rather pick.

If I were a white person, the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people,” would be the best thing I could ever hear.

i finally put some thoughts into words // thedeathcats (via taint3ed)
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  • House phone: *rings*
  • Me: nah
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bnycolew:

brownglucose:

sorelatable:

just another thing I won’t find my name onimage

This makes me want to burn down every kiosk with those fuck ass name plates and such. If I can’t find my name, no one can.

I saw an Alisha but no Bria

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