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vaniccio:

i struggle between wanting to stay up late and wanting extra hours of sleep

Yup

rayraybadass:

downtownpuccibrown:

searchingforsafespaces:

cleophatrajones:

2damnfeisty:

thanoblesavage:

Oakland Teen Akintunde Ahmad Has 5.0 GPA, Scores 2100 On SAT, Accepted Into Ivy League Schools

I did not expect him to sound like that.

Five.point.oh.

This is my city. This makes me so proud.

Im smiling from ear to ear. Im so proud, I don’t even know this child but you can’t help but be proud.

holdin it down for the town!!

High-Five that damage

I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dontwearbras:

the-ink-monster:

Shout out to all the lucky gals that feel nothing when they’re on their periods while I feel like a fully grown dinosaur on a motorbike is trying to pop a wheelie right out of my vagoo.

lol I;m the first one 

chillona:

latenightwithicewaterjones:

cultureunseen:

Salute to the enduring spirit of the children of the slaves…

A lot of the men and women that had to endure this are still alive. Don’t let white people act like this is the distant past. It’s not.

Fucking

Why was this ever okay and acceptable?
myownfashiionbook:

t0ne:

jamaicanamazon:

Lmaoo their faces.

The really chillin tho

Lmfaooo

myownfashiionbook:

t0ne:

jamaicanamazon:

Lmaoo their faces.

The really chillin tho

Lmfaooo

Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared - You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air.
Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel   (via taromilkteaa)
……..yup…….yup

……..yup…….yup