One day she came back grinning her honey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covererd in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
Oh great, now I’m tearing up.
(Source: meerareed)
the same white people that make fried chicken jokes about black people are the same white people that season their food with imagination.
you mad at me cuz your shit tastes like air and broken promises
omg
The fucking bolded. I CANNOT.
STAHHHPPPP!!!
People used to compare me to her all the fucking time.
*Scream so shrill it pierces the heavens* OUTLAW STAR MY NIGGA.
(Source: radicalrocket)
GPOY
(Source: forgofamilyforgofriends)
My (white) professor got pissy because instead of racism I said “western racism” in my Orientalism thesis. His reasoning? “Other places are racist as well, it’s not just a western thing.”
I wrote western racism because I’m talking about the west’s racism towards Asia. I mean, that *is* a thing. I’m not pulling it out my ass. That was the only thing he flipped about.
Now I’m tip toe writing this paper because now I want to piss him off, but I also want an A. B-plus minimum, even though Cs get degrees.
*sigh* I have so much rage right now.
This is beautiful.
OH MY GOD WOW
So, those are not tears…
OMG ;_;
Now I can get through these last three-ish weeks, knowing that a single is waiting for me in the fall.
Praise Black Jesus.
For some reason thinking about prom…if I could do it over again I’d wear that same dress. different hair, but same dress. Better makeup, prolly.
Funny thing is, I didn’t like that dress when my mom suggested it. It’s hilarious how she knew where my style was going to go three years before I did. Because now I’m in love with that dress.
Not only is this girl asking me to turn off my alarm (which is reasonable but I hate when she asks me to do anything because she once asked me to shut up…and I wasn’t even making noise) I go to the kitchen to make my ramen and who do I find but Weird Ghanean Dude cookin up chicken. I am currently braless (because my dorm is largely white/freshman/unnatractive so yolo) and in need of the microwave. Niggas is hungry.
*Braves the fire*
anxiety is horrible.
why do i have to feel pangs of impending doom when i am going to initiate any fuckin thing at all. it can be simple or complex or inbetween, but the point is, i am gonna fret, and its gonna make me freeze up and waste time procrastinating just to escape the panicked feeling.
Basically. :/
Selma, Lord Selma*
Sheyann Webb meetsMartin Luther King, Jr.one day while playing outside with her friends. They are told that Dr. King has come to Selma, Alabama to help the Negro people get voting rights. Sheyann learns many things from Dr. King. He teaches her and her friend Rachel that when asked, “Children, what do you want?” their answer should be “Freedom.” He also teaches her that everyone deserves to be treated with fairness, regardless of the color of their skin, and that children also have a battle to fight. Sheyann wants to get involved and skips school to sneak into the meetings. One night a friend of Sheyann’s named Jimmie Lee Jackson is killed. To draw attention to the death of Jimmie Lee Jackson, it is decided that a 54-mile march to the state capital of Alabama will take place. Marchers will present a petition to Governor Wallace to protest that Black people are not being treated fairly. On Sunday, March 7, 1965, a day that comes to be called Bloody Sunday, Sheyann and the other African American protesters march over the Edmund Pettus Bridge en route to Montgomery. via
some parts of the film here
THIS WAS MY SHIT
tchmo, Untitled (Landscape) 20120930q
