stfujavii:

stellarsarah:

lifandiveira:

asieybarbie:

ignore anyone who tells you otherwise.

No white girls?

Western beauty standards are based on whiteness, causing PoC to often feel as though they fall through the cracks.

Sit the fuck down.

NO WHITE GIRLS!!

(via fashionsexcats)

gracefully-found:

One of my favorite things on this site tbh.

gracefully-found:

One of my favorite things on this site tbh.

(Source: justbeingnamaste, via freeelove)

iaminkwellj:

every black household.

iaminkwellj:

every black household.

yulangrant:

Excerpts from BABY HAIR : A VISUAL HISTORY

(via cartouche-dreams)

beautyloveandsociety:

A lot of local photographers nowadays all want to be so different and edgy, but end up being exactly the same. They want models with “unique” looks and appearances but all I see are light skinned girls with big loose curly hair. Where are the kinks, the locs, the baldies, the brown and dark skinned women—where’s the diversity? Where’s your creativity because I’ve seen this same shoot over 50 times already… And I’m no longer impressed.

(via black-culture)

"People think of education as something they can finish."

Isaac Asimov   (via swert-carabasu-stirring)

(Source: thatlitsite.com, via respectmyname)

blackgirlwhiteboylove:

seraphica:

Woodgreen Community Service in Toronto designed this campaign as part of their Homeward Bound Program supporting struggling single mothers. [x] [via]

Single mothers are strong, underappreciated miracle workers. They should be revered. Yet so many facets of our society put them down and shame them… Conveniently forgetting the father’s role in the situation.

(via cartouche-dreams)

"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”"

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s  (via solacity)

(via badgyalsashe)

heart-dr0ps:

livingismyformofart:

thugvng:

pocahoass:

Me in pretty much every social event


Me everywhere

Trying to be social

me at work when people talk to me

heart-dr0ps:

livingismyformofart:

thugvng:

pocahoass:

Me in pretty much every social event

Me everywhere

Trying to be social

me at work when people talk to me

(Source: bemadendlessly, via laced-laya)

"

HOW TO BE THE GIRL HE WANTS:

the first time someone tells you these words I hope you stick out your hand and catch the letters in the air I hope you crunch them in your fist I hope you shove them back into the mouth they flew out of I hope and pray you are not eight years old and hanging off of a shopping cart and groaning about how bored you are, I hope you were not young like I was the first time I read a magazine on a shelf underneath the candy I hope you weren’t young because I still thought everything I read had to be true - but better yet, I hope these words never find you.

They tell you to be strong but it’s the little things like this that sit on our hips and tangle in our hair and feel like bees when the night gets dark. It’s the little things we could never ever shake off because the minute we tried, we discovered there were more waiting for us.

HOW TO LOOK GOOD FOR SUMMER:

smile more often. I hope the first time someone calls you fat, you shimmy your shoulders and wink and feel like a goddess and take it as a compliment. I hope you are not the new kid in a fifth-grade class, glasses on your nose and your hair in tangles. I hope nobody ever touched your tummy and asked if you were embarrassed by the way it jiggles. I hope if you ever hear those words, you reach out your beautiful fingers and touch the temple of the person talking and ask, “Are you embarrassed your brain works like that?”

See, I have not gained weight since the eight grade and I’m twenty. I have had about four hundred people tell me I’m skinny but it’s only the two or three voices about the thickness of my thighs and the fat on my hips - these are the only voices that stick. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Take a bath. Stare at your reflection. Count the flecks beside your iris. Promise yourself you’re not going to ruin your life - you won’t let them win. Don’t let that moment cause ripples. Yank out the cruelty from your system.

HOW TO HAVE BETTER SEX:

stop faking it. Stop engineering your body to be a call-and-response of bruises and shots. I hope you are not fifteen the first time a boy kisses you hard. I hope you do not go home with a bloody mouth and spend the rest of your life thinking love is stained with iron. I hope you are not swallowing your sanity to be with somebody. I hope the first time you let someone touch you, they are someone worthy of your trust - I hope that nobody tries to force you into a label like “frigid” or “slut.”

In the animal world, most males have bright plumage so they can attract mates. In humans, we expect ladies to look a certain way. When you break out of the norm, suddenly you’re rattling chains. How dare you not want sex and still look this way. Maybe people are scared of admitting your body has power - it can turn heads in a baggy sweatshirt. Your body doesn’t need a magazine’s confirmation. Your body’s been through hell and still keeps on living. Put on your heels and stalk down the sidewalk. Take off your makeup. Do what you need to feel awesome.

HOW TO BE COMFORTABLE IN YOUR OWN SKIN:

ignore everything they tell you. Don’t let them in.

"

Maybe one day I’ll make a list of every single terrible magazine I’ve read. I think I’m gonna start an advice column called “If it makes them money, it’s probably not good.” /// r.i.d (via themilkywhiteway)

(Source: inkskinned, via discovercat)

"

The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One’s
Car wouldn’t start.

One couldn’t
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,

This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment

"

(via theoutsiders)

(via ankhempress)

black-culture:

Emotion and expressing emotion are human traits. Don’t rob boys of their humanity. @zellieimani

(via adebisi-is-dying-slowly)

smokin at a white person house

iaminkwellj:

livingtestimony:

war-ant:

fukkkres:

me: so should we roll some blunts or somethin

white person: no its ok

white person: image

image

white person: here hit this one it gives you a real heady high

image

me:image

i can confirm this is true lmfao

!!

Lmaoooo