Zuri | 20 | NYC/MA
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Anonymous: Why do you hate white people? And when did the hate start? And if you don't hate them my bad...but its seems like you strongly dislike them...why?

howtobeafuckinglady:

Slavery 

radbf:

*fails exam* its a metaphor

radbf
a short list of people that can get these hands

woodmeat:

  • everybody
woodmeat
salesonfilm:

can we all just take a moment to appreciate amy poehler’s formal shorts

salesonfilm:

can we all just take a moment to appreciate amy poehler’s formal shorts

salesonfilm
e-upepsia:

happy earth day

e-upepsia:

happy earth day

bacilluscereus
datparris
"It’s always good to get a text saying ‘tea’s ready’, just walk upstairs and me tea’s there. Happy days!"
Louis Tomlinson about living with Harry Styles (via harryisquirkeh)
harryisquirkeh
My Brother at 3 A.M.

apoemaday:

by Natalie Diaz

He sat cross-legged, weeping on the steps
when Mom unlocked and opened the front door.
O God, he said. O God.
He wants to kill me, Mom.


When Mom unlocked and opened the front door
at 3 a.m., she was in her nightgown, Dad was asleep.
He wants to kill me, he told her,
looking over his shoulder.

3 a.m. and in her nightgown, Dad asleep,
What’s going on? she asked. Who wants to kill you?
He looked over his shoulder.
The devil does. Look at him, over there.

She asked, What are you on? Who wants to kill you?
The sky wasn’t black or blue but the green of a dying night.
The devil, look at him, over there.
He pointed to the corner house.

The sky wasn’t black or blue but the dying green of night.
Stars had closed their eyes or sheathed their knives.
My brother pointed to the corner house.
His lips flickered with sores.

Stars had closed their eyes or sheathed their knives.
O God, I can see the tail, he said. O God, look.
Mom winced at the sores on his lips.
It’s sticking out from behind the house.

O God, see the tail, he said. Look at the goddamned tail.
He sat cross-legged, weeping on the front steps.
Mom finally saw it, a hellish vision, my brother.
O God, O God
, she said.


antisocialonsocialnetworks:

The myth that white racists are the minority of white people is a pervasive and deadly myth indeed.

wifigirl2080
k1mkardashian

G O A L S

zayoncez
realitytvgifs
tldrwikipedia

A socksatops le gusta tu cita “i cant even imagine the number of times ive used the word…”

she was writing her m. butterfly paper. that was a good book socksatops

commemorativefashionshoes