• black culture: leaving the house at the time you're supposed to arrive

For me, blackness isn’t an elective class like drama in high school, nor is it fluid like sexuality. It’s a beautiful tapestry of poetry, art, music, and power that I am fortunate to adorn each day. Black skin, in all its hues, tells a brilliant story, and I’m unsure why anyone would want to deny that.

Our colorfulness and expressions of our myriad experiences make America, and the world for that matter, an exciting place in which to exist. In a country where we still need to create campaigns reminding LGBT teens that “it gets better,” and where we continue to march in the streets to declare that “black lives matter,” opting out of this social experiment we call life by pretending that our markers of difference are meaningless is just ridiculous.

Danielle Moodie-Mills
Why Raven Symone’s Comments About Race Are Both Infuriating and Dangerous (via soulcaptainmiri)





do white people know how to write love poems without mentioning cigarettes

Do people know how to write text posts without mentioning white people?

how are you talking without lips?


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1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via curiovsly)

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I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.
Rudy Francisco (via splitterherzen)

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you don’t post enough pictures on tumblr but yes Amahdiya you are so flawless

All of my friends are beautiful bye

My best friend is so gorgeous, y’all.




Before and after classes. October 6th.

you literally the cutest. sheesh.

Thank you ☺️😘

You are so pretty. Stop it.

I put myself in some really fucked up situations. I have to stop looking for other people to blame.



kinda feel like people are getting sick of me :)))))))))))))))))))

I’m lowkey getting sick of myself.


what doesn’t kill you leaves you lying awake at 2am wishing it had

The things that have been happening/what I’ve been feeling so far this semester are making my sophomore year feel like it’s my first year in college. I’m making so many mistakes. I wish I could say I’m learning from them, but maybe that will come later. Last year I was still pretty close to home so I could cry on my mother’s shoulder whenever I wanted, my relationship didn’t have any problems, and all of my friends where there. I’m 6 hours away from home making more mistakes than I ever would have if I would have just stayed where I was. I feel like there’s no one here to comfort me when I really need it the most. I can’t keep bothering my friends because they have their own problems and their own lives. I can’t keep expecting people to drop everything because I’m upset. I thought I was unhappy last year but that was nothing compared to how I’m feeling now. I’m scared to try to change my situation because I’m always doing things that I think will make me happy and I manage to make everything worse. I don’t know what to do anymore.

So it turns out I’m really stupid. Someone say I told you so.