Oh sweet nuthin


"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin"
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Driver, lower my tuition please.






I don’t have enough money for my basic needs. 

Working 40+ hours just to pay my rent

Now I don’t even have a single cent

Tuition is high, I gotta pay for books

Oh i’m so broke and I don’t wanna look

I popped open my wallet, no funds to count

my credit declined and my check just bounced

Oh, there daddy, daddy betta bring that TAP
Oh, baby, baby where my FASFA at?

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aweluey asked: OK. I'm going to try just one time to make you see what's wrong with this whole thing and everything you're saying…. We DO wear our cultures with pride and then we get BEAT, RAPED, HARASSED AND MUTILATED for doing so… mostly by white people who then turn around and wear our cultures as if it's their own. We try to be peaceful, but there is not peace when the ignorant begins calling us ignorant for defending ourselves and our cultures.. search drapetomania your arguments are the SAME as that.


Mostly white people this, white people that, white people…..
You know there are more coloured people in the world than WHIte folks?
You know that all people fight, rape, harass, mutilate.
You know that you telling me I can’t wear something because of my skin colour is just another form of oppression?
I’m sorry but I’m not sorry, the past is in the past… All you have is the NOW, all I have is the NOW.
So instead of you celebrating your culture and running a blog or some sort of awareness outreach for your culture you are going around policing who can wear what and why without any tangible, realistic argument.
What is this doing for you?
What have you gained?
What has your culture gained?
Being afraid of being yourself because you may or may not be harassed is just, well, it’s living life in FEAR. Not LOVE.
Spreading love and hope and being free, that’s where we need to be.

This girl thinks that people should go out and stop other people from oppressing/appropriating their culture and is having a meltdown about someone telling her she shouldn’t wear a bindi SMH #WHITEPRIVILEGE

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My dream rn is to be lying on a beach, stoned and eating mangoes.

Summer 2k14 goals

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Anonymous asked: mama what's a good thing to say when I'm drinking alone in a bar and some qt asks 'why are you alone'. i need something sexy to answer with not just 'i have no friends' *cries into red wine*


if he’s hot: “I was waiting for you”

if he’s not: “I’m contagious”

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life goals:

financial stability
cute face
cute butt
a little scary

Photo by Peter Yang

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Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.

— Pema Chodron

Posted 2 weeks ago with 19 notes

actually figuring out what’s at the root of all your problems is a really good feeling

fixing it is another story

Posted 2 weeks ago with 1 note


land on your own moon

take whats yours

be your own hero



quimmiq is the inuktituk word for the canadian eskimo dog (canis familiaris borealis), which after four thousand years in canada’s arctic faces imminent extinction, in large part due to a policy of eradication by the royal canadian mounted police meant to force the inuit into government settlement. brian ladoon, whose dogs we see here near churchill, manitoba, has been breeding quimmiq for over forty years and is largely responsible for maintaining the species.

so it was with much trepidation that brian noticed a group of polar bears, who eat quimmiq, approaching his dogs one day in 1992. though most of his dogs became quite defensive, one of them playfully ventured up to a polar bear and the two got on like old firends. every year since, the polar bears will stop by ladoon’s place to play with the dogs on their way to the newly iced over hudson bay.

these photos were taken by famed arctic photographer norbert rosing, who just happened to be with brian on that day in 1992. the canadian eskimo dog is still on the verge of extinction, with estimates of three hundred or less left. "the last dogs of winter" is a 2011 documentary on brian ladoon’s efforts

Posted 3 weeks ago from arcs with 49,207 notes

Some days I look nice

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i’m still working on it 

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

— Alice Walker, Living By The Word (via eibmorb)

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throwback thursday

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