February 2011
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“You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that...”
– Toni Morrison (via colormeinspirational)
January 2011
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That awkward moment when you get really...
KEVIN HART
basseyworld:
REAL NIGGAS
ALL DAY
JUST ME
BY MYSELF
ON DA BLOCK
HOLDING IT DOWN
GUN AT MY WAIST
STRAIGHT FACE
ALL DAY
NOT A GAME
IN JAIL
BY MYSELF!!!
ONE BED
NO PILLOW CASE
ONE PILLOW
DIDN’T NOBODY WRITE ME
IT WAS EARLY
WOKE UP
WENT BACK TO SLEEP
TOOK A NAP
YOU EVER GO NITE NITE, NIGGA?!
YOU EVER GO NITE NITE, NIGGA?!
EVERYBODY GO NITE NITE, NIGGA!!!!!
*falls off the bed...
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Thoughts On Day Eleven
I don’t even know if I can do it, y’all. Too many wounds that haven’t fully healed. I just…nawl. The challenge might stop here.
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Watchtumblrisforlulz:
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what-is-this-i-dont-even:
Press Play. Then click and drag the player. What the fuck.
I felt like I was directing an epic movie title sequence.
HOW.
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Day Ten: Someone you don't talk to as much as...
Dearest *****,
What up, cuz?! How’s life treating you? How are things? Well, everything, really. I feel like Facebook updates and pics of your adorabo baby just aren’t enough. How is fatherhood treating you? You seem settled, in a good way. Before you had that whole “Jack of all trades, master of none” vibe going on, but it seems like you’ve really found your niche....
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(Fake) Maya Angelou's Ebony Ruminations: O Mystery... →
fakemayaangelou:
Pajama jeans, O Blanket of softness; mockingbird garment of sapphire hue; Who knows your secret? Who may divine that azure truth as you saunter past, Swaying, smirking, switching amid yonder juke joint; You are a billboard that screams its advertisement: “I am woman! Mark my curves cupped…
YESSSSS Fake Maya is back! **smangs in appreciation**
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That terrific moment when you step on the scale...
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when someone talks to me when my favorite part of...
gotta start the whole song over like
The absolute worst.
APPARENTLY TUMBLR IS GOING ON AN UNFOLLOW SPREE.
cartulina:
goldenrose-:
IF I UNFOLLOWED YOU PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN FOLLOW BACK AGAIN.
I thought I was the only one…
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Current mood: IDGAF
Thanks, Pac.
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Learning to receive: 5 steps to opening up →
notesonascandal:
Editor’s Note: This is a contribution by Karen Mead
“We must never forget that it is through our actions, words, and thoughts that we have a choice.” -Sogyal Rinpoche
I grew up deep in the “Bible Belt” in Texas and along with that came the teaching that certain beliefs were never to be questioned. This kept life simple and reduced choices but it also left me with the...
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WatchHow to do things faster. My favs were ketchup and epic shirt folding. Awesome.
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I hate when you mention a song to someone before...
buzzflyyear:
& Your friends are like “that shit is wack”
Then it blows up & it’s their favorite song.
This happens to me too often to mention
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Day Nine: Someone you wish you could meet.
Dear Mama Stevens,
Hey, Mama, hey. Can I call you that? You seem so motherly and wise in my mind’s eye. If that ain’t right, I’d easily settle into addressing you as the Queen of Funk. I’m all about titles and fancy thangs. Let’s sit and chat and talk about people while I fry us up some chicken. You from Chicago, right? Southside? Whew Lawd, I bet you done seen some...
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Day Eight: Your Favorite Internet Friend
More rule-bending. I’m writing this to all of you.
Thank you for making blogging, and the internets, fun again. Thank you for reading my words, whether I’m writing from a place of ratchetry, frustration, or sorrow. Thank you for the comments, the insight, the oversharing, and the inherent sense of inclusion I feel here. Tumblr stays winning. I’m grateful I’m here.
XOXO,
...
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Day Seven: Your Ex.
Dear Ex,
You are the reason that I consistently tell my friends that “Potential will kill you”. Friends, puppy love, high school sweethearts, fiance, and now the father of my child. You quite literally had everything at the very tips of your fingers, including me, yet insisted on fcking it up beyond repair. No reason in particular, no method to your madness. I had no need to question...
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FINISH HIM
I almost got carpal tunnel tryna do this move back in the day.
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Day Six: A Stranger.
Wait, what? I’m totally cheating on this one. Here’s a link to the most ridiculous letter I ever had to write a stranger. That fool set us back at least 2 generations. At least.
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HuffPo Article →
Heartfelt, brilliant. Please read this. Yes, you. And comment and reblog with the same fervor we use to discuss Nutella and shiny things and GIFs of people falling and busting their shit. Thanks.
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Hey new followers!
I see y’all seeing me. Welcome! As a small token of appreciation, please enjoy this Prince gif, which coincidentally expresses how I’m feeling at work right now.
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Day Five: Your dreams
I have a variation of this dream, on average, twice a week. Naturally, it causes me to wake up in a state of confusion, panic, and annoyance time and time again. I could wax poetic about how this might translate into feeling unprepared about a stressful situation, or how my coping skills are as frail as Terrence J’s ribcage, but none of that appeals to me right now. I’m just...
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Christina D... Straight. No Chaser.: J. Jackson... →
zami:
When word leaked out yesterday that Jesse Jackson Jr. has been an FBI snitch for many years now, it sent chills down the backs of the surviving members of the Civil Rights Movement. The very agency who turned Martin Luther King Jr., Muhammad Ali, and Jesse Jackson Sr.’s lives…
Oh SHT
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Day Four: Your sibling.
Dear sis,
I intended to write a completely different letter, but upon hearing that you lost your mom this morning, I’ll share my words with you in person. Sadly enough, I’ve been where you are before. As bleak as life seems, know that there are moments of joy on the other side. You can get through this. We can get through this. I love you.
C
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Day Four: Your sibling.
Dear sis,
I intended to write a completely different letter, but upon hearing that you lost your mom this morning, I’ll share my words with you in person. Sadly enough, I’ve been where you are before. As bleak as life seems, know that there are moments of joy on the other side. You can get through this. We can get through this. I love you.
C
