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Happy 22nd Birthday to this amazing beautiful soul!! 😍😍😘😘🎉🎉🎉🎉 Wish with all my heart that I was in NY with you today but I know you’re day will be amazing regardless. #mykindredspirit #letsberoommatesforever #casselmanchillin #letssingsongstogetherforever #turnupandfallasleep #wedopelvicthrusts #onlypicthatsnotratchet #kayloveyoubye

Happy 22nd Birthday to this amazing beautiful soul!! 😍😍😘😘🎉🎉🎉🎉 Wish with all my heart that I was in NY with you today but I know you’re day will be amazing regardless. #mykindredspirit #letsberoommatesforever #casselmanchillin #letssingsongstogetherforever #turnupandfallasleep #wedopelvicthrusts #onlypicthatsnotratchet #kayloveyoubye




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howtobeterrell:

bye. I give up. this is the post that made me delete..bai!

howtobeterrell:

bye. I give up. this is the post that made me delete..bai!

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“I’m an adult, but not like a real adult”


anyone between the ages of 18 and 25  (via forebidden)

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"I love playing someone who has so much integrity, who has so much joy and so much life—even though her life is now in prison. She’s locked up, but she’s able to build up joy anyway."

- samira wiley for brooklyn magazine

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beautiful-ambition:

femburton:

WHAT KIND OF STORM/ICE PRINCESS TEAS???!

I’ve been thinking this all day….

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Damn

roarrritselle:

Text me already.

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He waited until the train was in motion to make his move—a true sign of someone who knows how to make the environment work to their advantage. Then he leaned forward. “Hi.” “How you doing?” “What are you reading?” “What’s your name?” “I really like your hair.” “That’s a really nice skirt.” “You must work out.”

It was painful to watch. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and he clearly wasn’t going to take the hint. Her rebukes got firmer. “I’d like to read my book.” And he pulled out the social pressure. “Hey, I’m just asking you a question. You don’t have to be so rude.” She started to look around for outs. Her head swiveled from one exit to another.

The thing was, I had already heard this story, many many times. I knew how it would play out. I knew all the tropes. I probably could have quoted the lines before they said them. I wanted a new narrative. Time to mix it up.

So I moved seats until I was sitting behind him. I leaned forward with my head on the back of his seat.

"Hi," I said with a little smile.

He looked at me like I was a little crazy—which isn’t exactly untrue—and turned back to her.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"I’m fine," he said flatly without ever looking back.

"I really like your hair," I said. “It looks soft."

That’s about when it got…..weird.

He sort of half turned and glared back me, and I could tell I was pissing him off. His eyes told me to back the hell away, and his lips were pressed together tightly enough to drain the color from them completely.

But no good story ever ends with the conflict just defusing. He started to turn back to her.

"Wait, don’t be like that," I said. “Lemmie just ask you one question…"

"What!" he said in that you-have-clearly-gone-too-far voice that is part of the freshmen year finals at the school of machismo.

And I’m not exactly a hundred percent sure why I didn’t call it a day at that point, but…..maybe I just love turning the screw to see what happens. I gave him the bedroomy-est eyes I could muster. “What’s your name?”

Right now I’m sitting here typing out this story, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m not nursing a fat lip or a black eye. Because that obviously made him so mad that I still am not sure why it didn’t come to blows. There are cliches about eyes flaring and rage behind someones eyes and shit like that that are so overdone. But it really does look like that. When someone gets violent, their eyes just kind of “pop” with intention—pupils dilate, eyelids widen. And his did. Even sitting down he was clearly bigger than me and I was pretty sure he was kind of muscular too, so at that moment I was figuring I was probably going to need an ice pack and sympathy sex from my girlfriend by day’s end.

"DUDE," he shouted. “I’M NOT GAY."

That’s when I dropped the bedroom eyes and switched to a normal voice. “Oh well I could see not being interested didn’t matter to you when you were hitting on her, so I just thought that’s how you rolled.”


Writing About Writing (And Occasionally Some Writing): Changing The Creepy Guy Narrative (via veruca-assault)

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never hit that reblog so fast in my life. 

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Mere - Just adding - if this is a true story, you are my hero! Seriously. If guys could just do this - point out to other guys in ways they can’t laugh off, how what they’re doing isn’t acceptable - then maybe things will change.

Thank you.

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We got us a real life Steve Rogers here.

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For all the black dudes who were slept on back in the day bc folks thought you were too nerdy/ too quiet / too geeky / too lame / too smart -

robregal:

spacetiger-bonsai:

justcallmefresh:

lovelyandbrown:

- it’s comeback season. Shine on em.

And FYI, I’m sure in the corner of the lunch room or something, there was a shy little shorty who would see you and saw the king in you. Even way back then.

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God bless this post.

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brownglucose:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

Jazmin Sullian!

Hey mama!!!

brownglucose:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

Jazmin Sullian!

Hey mama!!!

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