- oreo
- third wheel
- mulatto
- mutt
- you act…
- you don’t count as…
- that’s okay, we don’t consider you a POC (said the white person)
- that cannot be your mom or dad!!!
- What are you?
- (States race/ethnicity) Ohhhh. That explains…
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So here’s the thing, lovely people–the story you are about to read is very strange. It has an even stranger history.
And there is much more to it than what you see here.
“In the Garden I Did Not Sin” is part of the larger world of the novel I’ve been working on and off again for…
WAIT WHAT OMGGGGGG
“money can’t buy you happiness” is some legit propaganda aimed at keeping poor people in their place and preventing upward mobility under the guise that to do so requires a breach of ethics
^ THIS. I’ve thought about this a lot. Actually, money CAN buy some happiness and relief. With that much money, I can buy a house in my dream city and soak myself in the great local arts scene and be part of a vibrant community. With that much money, I can produce my own films, plays, and I can even finance other artists’ works. With that much money, I could help build foundations and organizations for deaf people, for Muslim women, to promote South Asian cultures, for social revolutionary causes. If I was really rich, I could travel the world, write, meet people, and never have to worry about finding a job or worrying about how I’ll have a steady income. I WANT to be rich, and I dream of being rich. I WANT A LOT OF MONEY!!!!!!!!!! YES, money can buy happiness in some way or another. Don’t let any dumb fools tell you differently.
^^^^^^^^^^^
(via velocipedestrienne)
THERE’S NO RIGHT WAY TO BE A WOMAN
I CAN LIKE TO GET MY TOES DONE AND LIKE TO RUN AND GET SWEATY
OR I CAN HATE TO GET MY TOES DONE AND NOT WANT TO WEAR MAKE UP AND ONLY WANT TO PLAY IN THE DIRT
OR I CAN HATE TO GET DIRTY AND HATE TO CAMP AND WANT TO CURL MY HAIR EVERYDAY OR SOMETHING ELSE
ALL WAYS ARE OKAY AND AWESOME AND GREAT
Preach.
I hate when white boys dont know how to flirt with black girls
- dont you fucking dare compare me to chocolate
- dont say Im cute for a black girl
- dont call me a nubian/african princess I swear I will set you on fire
Its more like youre flirting with my skin than with me ok
Applies to Asians too. (And sorry to say, it’s not just white boys who do this.)
- don’t ask about how tight my pussy is
- don’t mention “happy endings” in my presence
- say “me love you long time” or any variation thereof, and i will wear your balls as earrings
Also to mixed peeps.
- My ethnicity is not a guessing game. You do not win a prize (my vagina) at the end.
- Did you actually just use the phrase “hybrid vigor”? Did you??!
(via patronsaintofwolves)
(via dollsome-does-tumblr)
Jacob spoke first.
“I want to know if my hair is just like yours,” he told Mr. Obama, but so quietly that the president asked him to speak again.
Jacob did, and Mr. Obama replied, “Why don’t you touch it and see for yourself?” He brought his head level with Jacob, who hesitated.
“Touch it, dude!” Mr. Obama said.
As Jacob, who was 5, patted the presidential crown, Mr. Souza snapped.
“So, what do you think?” Mr. Obama asked.
Truly one of my favorite photographs ever.
Yes, I have a hair appointment today. Why do you ask? (all images from various Google searches.)
A informational chart about how to make one of my favourite things… Coffee.
Things I should know, being a barista and all.
okay, you know i want from cbs’s sherlock holmes, and am content to dream of if the opposite is all i’ll get?
holmes as bipolar, canonically bipolar, who never remembers to shave or eat or sleep when he’s up, doesn’t think either of those things matters when…
i want all of those things and the sherlock adaptation was even on my radar. dammit.
come on up to the house: liquornspice: That awkward moment when your Black woman professor…
That awkward moment when your Black woman professor holds up a pic of Nicki Minaj for everyone to scoff at…
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Reblogging for the commentary.
