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A student tweeted about a test, and the next day it was the teacher’s desktop background. 
  • white ppl: *for literally hundreds of years and still to this day* black ppl are ugly!!!
  • black ppl: *looks in the mirror* bye we look good af? like damn near better than yal...???
  • white ppl: ....
  • white ppl: everyone is beautiful, u don't have to put ppl down...
mightymorphinlightskin:

checawhatfrannywho:

itsthelesbiana:

but….

Was she pledging a divine 9 org or nah?

what the fuck bitches wanna be slashed??
blasianxbri:

sweetlutopia:

blasianxbri:

4am selfie 😴

You’re so gawwjus Bri 

☺️☺️☺️ thanks boo

officialalltimelow:

Meeting people on tumblr

PERKS:

  • attractive
  • into the same shit as you
  • kind and understanding
  • humorous
  • good company
  • easy to talk to

CONS:

  • LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE OR ON JUPITER 
thelolahaze:

heartsandsins:

mightymorphinlightskin:

this is too real..

Speaks volumes!!

Outkast always relevant

"I’m very perfectionistic and very lazy, which is a terrible combination."

- Robert Stone, on his writing ethic (via sirui)

(Source: susannacole)

astrologyreadings:

There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. 
There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. 
But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. 
This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up…