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chillona:

fratboysegs:

my favorite tweet at the moment

BLEEEEWWWWWWWWP~
Aug 20, 2014 / 24,212 notes

chillona:

fratboysegs:

my favorite tweet at the moment

BLEEEEWWWWWWWWP~

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Aug 19, 2014 / 95,296 notes

nystic:

this is important please spread

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bootyscientist:

i promise to reblog this every time it shows up on my dash
Aug 19, 2014 / 173,428 notes

bootyscientist:

i promise to reblog this every time it shows up on my dash

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Aug 19, 2014 / 863,811 notes

I want to be someone’s favorite person to talk to.

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Aug 19, 2014 / 14,463 notes

dhrupad:

Bush Mama (1979)

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Aug 19, 2014 / 122,228 notes

blastortoise:

okay but when you have holocaust survivors and people who were activists during the civil rights movement supporting mike brown and then KKK members and neo nazis supporting the officer you should be able to figure out which side is the right one.

(via aqueenintraining)

Crappy lighting😒
Aug 18, 2014 / 4 notes

Crappy lighting😒

Aug 18, 2014 / 306,059 notes
dacuntgod:

I get a lot of stares for wearing my hair like this before I walked in I had to shake my head and fluff my hair and I had soooo many people watch me lol but I wouldn’t trade my hair for the anything 💁🙆☺️

That sunflower tat😍 that hair 😍
Aug 18, 2014 / 198 notes

dacuntgod:

I get a lot of stares for wearing my hair like this before I walked in I had to shake my head and fluff my hair and I had soooo many people watch me lol but I wouldn’t trade my hair for the anything 💁🙆☺️

That sunflower tat😍 that hair 😍

(via blackgirlsrpretty2)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

"Still I Rise" - Maya Angelou (via onlyblackgirl)

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Aug 18, 2014 / 164 notes