I wrote that post and I really dont care if I get hate cause its not fair
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Jk black don’t crack
Yassssss!!!!
OMFG
These niggas is woman-haters, man
I don’t care how much thirsting you do
I don’t care how many women you reblog all day
I don’t care how many women you got that will say “No, he’s a good guy”
Yall niggas hate women
You like a woman’s body
You like when women agree with you
You like when women “stay in their place”
but you hate women
“The music is played with the heart and is felt with the soul”
This is a picture of a brazilian kid who was part of the “cultural group of reggae”, playing his instrument in the funeral of his mentor who saved him from an environment of poverty and crime. He was rescued from the street.
can’t not reblog.
ah this kid is named Diego Frazão Torquato and he died at age 12 due to an infection after having an operation on his appendix, likely exacerbated by complications from leukemia.
If you’re interested in Afro Reggae (the group he was a part of), check out Favela Rising
In this video I evaluate a confused young lady with nasatol as well as serial killer Creepy dude http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BUYfXwoqh8 New videos every …this is the video making fun of me. i can’t watch it because i’m not in the state but this is the second i am aware of and i’m sure their are more. for those interested. i can’t do any of this shit anymore. i would have written some bullshit or whatever but i just don’t have the energy and everyone just wants to suck off me and take take take and build off it while putting me down and giving me nothing.
Actually guise, just go flag and report this video. If enough people do, youtube will force him to take it down. Especially since he seems to be a youtube partner. Report it as bullying/harassing/encouraging violence. Take it down.
thank you. i reported it and flagged it and if my followers can do so as well i would really appreciate it.
signal boost. pls flag this shit
report this please
But jesus fuck black men. If you dont like black women go off to women of other races. Shoo! GO!!! And when your asses get whacked by wahtever winds of adversity are out there.. DO NOT REQUEST OR DEMAND black women’s help, support or anything else.
Get them other women to cover your back, you ungrateful pos
Niggas be thinking to sun rises and ser for they dusty ashy asses
If the grass is greener on the other side then dip
I’m not necessarily “Queer” in Cherokee contexts, because differences are not seen in the same light as they are in Euroamerican contexts. I’m not necessarily “Transgender” in Cherokee contexts, because I’m simply the gender I am. I’m not necessarily “Gay,” because that word rests on the concept of men-loving-men, and ignores the complexity of my gender identity. It is only within the rigid gender regimes of white America that I become Trans or Queer.
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Qwo-Li Driskill: “Stolen From Out Bodies: First Nations Two-Spirits/Queers and the Journey to a Sovereign Erotic” (via livelaughawesome) Not a TWoC, but the point is very much relevant to our struggle within white-centric society. (via trannypowah) |
i love lipstick. i want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. i like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. i like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when i want to dress up my melancholy. i like sharing lipstick with sisters. and i laugh at boys that think i wear lipstick for them to notice, i laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand. from picking out a color, testing it on the inside of my wrist, pursing my lips during the application of it. i like when i kiss a baby and leave lipstick on their cheek, when you hug someone and leave lipstick on their shirt, when it gets on your teeth and you use your tongue to get it off, when you sleep in lipstick and wake up with it on your pillow case. in 1997 mama left for ethiopia to see her mama for the first time in 12 years. i was six and i cried the entire way home from the airport. and when we came home there on the kitchen table was the teacup mama had been drinking out of. at the bottom a sip of tea and black cardamom seeds. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss.
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